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Surveying memories
I remember using an abney level, to chain up and down the mountains. I remember using a hand level, to carefully level the chain, to chain level. I remember using a kerosene oil lamp, with the chimney removed, to solder a sleeve patch, on the 200′ tape. I remember when I got to be stronger than my dad, and pull him off the chaining nails. I remember indexing the transit, and adjusting the cross hairs. I remember using a theodolite, and edm, on the top, and tweeking the return signal, and shooting distances. And, I remember shooting the vertical angle, to a point about 0.6′ below the prism, to make the vertical alignment of the telescope parallel to the vertical alignment of the edm.
I remember carrying a gallon can of sand, with a small bag of cement, and a nail, and brass disk, to put the name and number on the 3/4″ pipe.
I remember driving the 3/4″ pipe, and PULLING it back out, and turning it over, so that the plastic cap would go in the top. Beating the pipe, had messed the pipe up, so the cap would not go in it.
I remember carrying the transit, over my shoulder, from PC, to PT, and setting the R/W markers, in a subdivision, south of Coarsegold CA.
I remember pulling our stuck truck out, with chains, and cut down trees, for leverage.
I remember looking for a better way.
Then came GPS.VERY GOOD.
IF GPS had not come along, then I think we’d be using robots, with tracks, and built in Total Stations, Built in Prisms, and built in laser lights, where to set the corner.
I guess we are seeing the NEXT generation, that has NEVER used field books, (except for additional notes) and never used angles, and distances, to navigate for miles, with bilby towers. I never used a bilby tower.
Life is changing. I dug into an old traverse of ours the other day. surveyed the N 1/2 of a section. And additional tie line. My brother did it, when he was 16, with his buddy, who was maybe 17 at the time. Highest residual, was on a disturbed monument. 0.23′.Surveying. It’s a way of life. A calling, maybe.
Makes me want to go and get a burrito Grande, on town, after work. At the diner. “Order here, Pay here” at the counter.
Wow. time flies.
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