Indonesian Hells Angels

We passed these guys on the way to the beach on Java. I’m not sure what type of bikes they were riding or when they were made, but somebody made a wise crack about it looking as though they’d been salvaged out of the ocean after a century and everybody chuckled.

They reminded me of a modern day Indo version of a nineteenth century high plains drifter of the American West. The guy on the left, his clothes grimy from hours or days of riding, handkerchief tied around his neck to cut dust and debris in rough sections of the trail, he has his bedroll tied down across the back of his bike. His look is little different than the rough and tumble horsemen that once roamed the Wild West, but instead of a four legged beast he rides a two wheeled machine, an iron horse.

They were a pretty ragged looking trio but seemed to be enjoying the day better than most people. I gave them a wave out the window and snapped the shot just a second before the guy on the right gave us the thumbs up.

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Cathedral Peak Cave

I hiked down to Cathedral Peak from La Cumbre Peak yesterday afternoon. I only had a liter bottle full of water, which I didn’t think was enough because I was already thirsty, so I stopped by a creek up on the mountain, and drank what water I had while on my way there.

Climbing down the bank to the creek, I stepped on a rock right at the water’s edge and whoop! my foot slipped off and I crashed into the water. I reached out to break my fall and slammed my filter pump against the sandstone creek bed. My lower leg was soaked from the knee down. SOB! I cursed under my breath. That was graceful.

My pants were wet, but I had another pair with me, yet only had one set of boots. I pumped a liter of water and got on my way. I hiked about 14 miles out of the backcountry last week with wet feet from the morning dew in the grass and I hated the feeling. I really didn’t want to do anymore walking with wet feet. I took off my boot and propped it open under the floorboard heater vent in my truck as I drove to the top of La Cumbre Peak.

Heavy clouds clung to the top of the peak ebbing and flowing in density as I sat in my truck looking things over. It looked like it might be very limited visibility even lower down the mountain at the cave and I considered calling it off. Would I be sitting in the cave with a bird’s eye view of the city, ocean and islands or nothing but a white wall of fog? I figured it would at least be nice and cool for the hike and hoped it would clear. And it did clear nearly as soon as I started hiking down the mountain.

Looking back at La Cumbre Peak, the trail on the left.

I want to fly like an eagle / To the sea / Fly like an eagle / Let my spirit carry me / I want to fly like an eagle / Till I'm free. . . (In this case it was a buzzard that just happened to soar into the frame right when I shot the photo.)

Inside the cave.

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The Castor Bean Plant: Common, Valuable and Deadly

Cold War Biological Warfare

Georgi Ivanov Markov climbed the stairs on the south side of the Waterloo Bridge in London for the last time on September 7, 1978. He worked across the River Thames at the BBC and routinely parked his car to catch the bus over the bridge.

Georgi Ivanov Markov (c)PBS

As Markov approached the huddle of people at the bus stop, a bolt of pain seared through the back of his right thigh stopping him in his tracks. He turned to see a man facing away from him and retrieving an umbrella from the ground. The stranger muttered a brief apology and then hailed a cab and was gone and despite the pain in his leg, Markov continued on with his day. Later at work he saw a red spot on his pants and he showed one fellow employee a bloody, swollen bump on his leg.

That evening Markov came down with a fever. The following day he was having trouble speaking and was admitted to the hospital, but his condition deteriorated. Over the course of the next four days his blood pressure plummeted, he vomited blood and his kidneys stopped working. Then his heart gave out and he died.

The projectile that held the ricin poison that killed Markov. It is about the size of the head of a pin. (c) PBS

“A totally independent journalist, Markov was Bulgaria’s most revered dissident and Bulgarian communism’s arch enemy,” writes Shayne Gad in Handbook of Pharmaceutical Biotechnology.

As a broadcast journalist for the BBC Markov covered the Communist bloc. He also contributed to Radio Free Europe where he delivered devastating broadsides against totalitarian collectivism.

In 1977, Bulgaria’s Communist dictator, Todor Zhivkov, sought to silence Markov for good and requested help from an all too willing Russian KGB. After two unsuccessful attempts on Markov’s life, KGB agents fabricated an American bought umbrella so that it fired a poison laden bullet. The projectile was a tiny watch bearing. It had two cavities bored out of it using a laser and the holes were then filled with poison. The agent of choice was ricin, an exceptionally lethal phytotoxin made from castor beans.

Common, Valuable and Deadly

Castor bean plants (Ricinus communis) are native to southeast Asia, but grow as a weed all over Santa Barbara County and the warmer regions of the United States in general. As its binomial or scientific name reflects it is a common plant. They are typically found in open spaces and empty lots near roads and along railroad tracks, drainage ditches and creeks and areas where the soil has been disturbed, such as newly cut roads and recent places of construction.

Castor beans.

The seeds of the Ricinus communis plant are the source of castor oil, which is produced by pressing the brown and black mottled beans. Castor oil  is a valuable global commodity with seemingly endless uses from medicine to fuel to food flavoring and much more. It has improved the lives of untold millions in one way or another. About one million tons of castor beans are grown per year as a cash crop.

Ricin is also produced from castor beans and is one of the deadliest natural poisons on earth and has no known antidote. The poison is manufactured using the mash leftover after castor beans are pressed to produce oil. Whether inhaled, injected or consumed the deadly agent works by penetrating the body’s cells and inhibiting their protein production which kills them. The U.S. military experimented with ricin poison during the 1940s as a possible biological weapon and today it continues to be a concern in the age of international terrorism. (BBC News January 8, 2003-Seventh Arrest in Ricin Case )

Trivia

Ancient peoples used castor beans for their rich oil content, and the seeds have been found in six thousand year old Egyptian tombs.

The castor bean plant, Ricinus communis, was named after the Mediterranean sheep tick, Ixodes ricinus, because the plant’s seeds resemble an engorged tick.

Castor oil was the preferred lubricant for rotary engined warplanes of WWI and today is used in jet, diesel and race car engines.

The specialty lubricant company Castrol took its name from the castor bean plant. Castor oil is the primary ingredient in Castrol-R motor oil designed for high performance racing engines.

Mussolini’s Blackshirts used castor oil as a weapon of terror by force feeding it to dissidents and regime opponents, which caused severe explosive diarrhea. A large enough serving and victims could literally shit themselves to death. Castor oil is still used today as a laxative.

The USDA rates ricin poison as being seven times more lethal than cobra venom. Put a different way, two millionths of an ounce, about what a grain of salt weighs, is enough to kill a 160 pound person. Eating as few as four seeds can be deadly.

Castor oil is used to make biodiesel.

Ricinoleic acid, which is derived from castor oil, is used to make synthetic flavors such as apricot, peach, plum, banana, and lemon.

Dehydrated castor oil is commonly used in many paints and varnishes.

Three tons of castor oil can be made into one ton of nylon.

Castor oil is used in cosmetics, emollients and shampoo.

A number of brand name medications are made with castor oil such as Tylenol Extra Strength caplets. And numerous other specialty drugs are produced using castor oil or its derivatives with such applications as anti-fungal treatment, cancer chemotherapy, immunosuppressant medication for organ transplants, and HIV medicine. In lab experiments ricin has been used to kill cancer cells.

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Bibliography:

R. C. S. Trahair, Encyclopedia of Cold War Espionage, Spies, and Secret Operations (Enigma Books, April 1, 2009), 182-3.

Shayne C. Gad, Handbook of Pharmaceutical Biotechnology (Wiley-Interscience; 1 edition, June 11, 2007), 1582.

PBS Website: Secrets of the Dead, Case File: Umbrella Assassin

BBC News January 8, 2003: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/2637515.stm

Wayne’s World Online Textbook of Natural History

Wikipedia for various uses of castor oil.

USDA, USDA

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Figueroa Mountain Picnic and Wildflower Update

The Swiss Family Griswold ventured up to Figueroa Mountain  for a Sunday picnic. It’s my first time up the mountain this spring wildflower season. I didn’t expect that there would be much color showing this early, but there was a little.

The usual spots had a few flowers, but not much. Grass Mountain had a hint of orange on its steep slope, and the junction of Catway Road and Figueroa Mountain Road had a fair amount. But it was relatively sparse and some of the other bloom areas had next to nothing. The orange wallflowers right now, however, were pretty much in full bloom along the road up the mountain, as seen here last year.

A number of scrub oaks had sprouted three to four inches of fresh new growth in the preceding weeks, but it was crispy and dead from the cold snap back in March. Which no doubt slowed the growth of the wildflowers and set back the bloom cycle a bit too. We need some clear skied warm weather to really get the flowers popping. Somebody was having fun on a glider ride soaring back and forth overhead.

A faint tinge of orange on Grass Mountain.

Were a bit camera shy, but this is where we set up shop, on a ridgeline beneath a pine tree.

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Figueroa Mountain Wildflowers March 2010

Figueroa Mountain Wildflowers April 2009

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Mountaintop Vernal Pool

Little Ms. E. and I went for a walk up to a vernal pool atop the Santa Ynez Mountains. I wanted to see how it looked after the area received over 45 inches of rain this season. Not surprisingly, it was still a giant mud puddle so soon after the last rainfall.

A snow capped peak barely visible rising above the foggy clouds in the background on the right.

What better than a pair of boots and the county's largest mud puddle to stomp in?

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