March 1, 2019 to March 2, 2019
On the Calends of March
The Roman Calendar
I’m regularly surprised in the course of writing up the day to stumble across some new fact or information that’s never caught my attention before. It’s one of the unexpected side benefits of keeping a journal, and one I’m really enjoying. Today, it’s the Roman Calendar. I don’t know that I’ve ever given much thought to it, but it came up today as I was wondering how to title this post, the first in the new month. The Ides of March came to mind, which led me to wonder whether the Romans had names for other days of the month as well. Especially since this is departure month, I thought it would be apt to name the post for the first day of it, using its Roman name.
Interestingly, the Romans had specific names for just three days of the month: Calends (from which the word for calendar derives, I imagine) is the first of the month; Nones is the 7th day of the month on long months (March, May, Quintilus and October) or the 5th day of the other months; and Ides is the fifteenth day of long months, or the thirteenth day of the others.
The other days of the month were named relative to the three major days. For example, the 2nd day of a long month is Nones 6 (six days before Nones); or Nones 4 in a short month. Or so I understand. If you know any old Romans (or if you grew up Catholic, I suppose), please correct me if I’ve gotten it wrong.
On the Calends of March
We’ve been looking forward to this ‘weekend’ (actually, Friday and Saturday) when we have two open days in the calendar and can head over to Astoria on the coast for a change of scene. Astoria is one of our favorite off-season escapes, and often when the weather is soggy in the valley it’s crisp, clear and ten degrees warmer over on the coast. We’ve been watching the weather forecast all week, and it looks just the right pattern - fair over there, and not so much here.
Until over the last 24 hours, when the forecast gradually changed. Now it looks the opposite there, and it seems foolish to take a two hour drive to the coast and pay for a motel room when the weather at home looks cold but brilliant. Last night we decided to scrap that plan and stay close to home instead. We’d still welcome a change of scene though, so we decide to compromise by driving a short ways out of town for a pair of rides in Washington County. Today we head over to Banks for a ride up to Vernonia on the beautiful rail-trail conversion, a paved path that keeps you in the woods and away from traffic for the entire 21 miles each way. We get an early start and are on the trail by 10 because we want to get home in time for a meal and film tonight.
Maybe because we’ve ridden this trail a few times in the past and we formed this plan in such a rush, I didn’t really do any research. I remembered it as being a very gradual climb the whole way, but didn’t think about elevation and whether we’d run into snow. In fact though, I badly misremembered. The trail climbs steadily for the first 12 miles to an elevation just shy of a thousand feet; but after that it steadily drops all the way to Vernonia.
I should have done the research, because we might have completed the whole ride. As it was, we turned back at mile 12 when there was enough snow on the trail that it didn’t seem wise to continue, as we were thinking we’d just continue climbing and seeing more snow anyway. In fact though, we were already descending when we turned back. The snow was worse on the way down, presumably because there is less sun exposure on the north side of the apex. I’ll bet that if we had continued on just a bit further we would have dropped out of the snow zone again and had a dry ride the rest of the way to Vernonia.
Whatever. It was a fine ride anyway, even if cut short of our original plan. Nice to get a change of scene and a bit of adventure. With friends and relatives to the east and north freezing through a historically harsh winter, it’s about time we dipped a toe into the snow ourselves so we can commiserate just a bit.
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On the 6 Nones of March
The morning gets off to a confusing start. Yesterday Rachael stole a trick from my book and lost her glasses. She didn’t realize it before walking to dinner last night, and ended up wearing her backup pair for the evening.
We looked everywhere we could think of after the film last night, and then again this morning. No luck. She must have lost them yesterday on the ride somewhere, and postulates that she had one of the vents on her jacket unzipped and dropped them through it by mistake when she thought she was putting them in her pocket. She can’t remember when she took them off, but has a few ideas.
We discuss back and forth whether we should go back and reride part of the trail to look for them. What are the odds that they’ll still be there, or that we will see them, or that they haven’t been stepped on or rolled over anyway? Probably not great. Just in case though, I craft a ride for the day that includes the trailhead. When we get there we can see how we’re feeling and decide how much we want to invest in a hunt.
As we’re leaving, Rachael wheels her bike out the door and then realizes she doesn’t have her phone either. She asks me if I’ve seen it, so I look in the rucksack we took to the film last night. The phone isn’t there of course, because it’s right on the counter in plain sight. What is there though is Rachael’s glasses, in a place neither of us thought to look. It feels like Christmas.
After that, we quickly decide that neither of us wants to hop in the car. Instead, we set off on a 45 mile loop: east out Springwater; north to Fairview and Chinook Landing; west along the Columbia to Vanport; and then south again. It’s familiar territory, but it feels fresh because: 1) it’s another astonishingly clear day; and 2) it’s cold, just above freezing; and 3) it’s very windy, blowing about 25 mph at the eastern end of the loop.
Biking into a 25 mph wind on a near freezing day doesn’t quite qualify as fun for either of us, but it certainly qualifies as a workout. At first Rachael tries to keep herself warm and motivated by imagining we’re in Sicily already, but it doesn’t really work - her body isn’t fooled. I keep myself motivated by counting down the miles (actually, the tenths of miles) all the way to Chinook Landing, at the halfway point of the ride. I know that our work will be all but over there, as we’ll have the wind at our backs for the ride home.
I’m right. The ride home from Chinook Landing is a blast, and brilliant. We make great time all the way to Columbia Slough, when I’m arrested by a marsh hawk gliding low across the slough. I don’t see many marsh hawks here, and I never manage to get a decent shot of one - they’re always in motion, sweeping low above the ground looking for a quick snack, hard to focus on and usually just out of good camera range.
Unexpectedly though, this one pulls up on a fence post not far from the path, and not all that far from me. Rachael continues on (I won’t see her again until I get home) while I fall behind and gradually close in on the hawk, taking the best shot I can before encroaching further. I get too close, and he takes flight but comes to rest again further down the fence. Repeat. And repeat.
Finally he’s really had enough, and flies off for good. And a good thing for me too. I’ve been standing around in the cold wind with my gloves off for too long, and things are going numb. Time to get a move on.
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Lapsed Catholic here. The church uses the Gregorian calendar. Pope Gregory you know. So the news about the Roman calendar is also news to me. Ya learn something every day.
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Keith
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"Tutti galli en tres partes est" or as the class clown would have it "all Gaul is quartered into three halves". We did learn about the Julian calendar, but alas it was with numbered days and no calends or ides. I wonder if caesar's reforms eliminated the rather awkward ancient way of telling the days. Things for small minds to ponder.
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