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A Secret Little Adventure Ham Radio Blog
All it takes to feel like quitting is for the journey to be long enough. I remember joking on my now long-deleted ham radio twitter account that it would take me a decade to achieve my Mountain Goat — the coveted title bestowed upon you once you reach a thousand SOTA activator points. I am …
…hunting the hidden RF transmitter hiding somewhere under something, over something, and around something else…
[Jump here or scroll down if you just want to get started with the instructions on how to set WSJT-X up on the Elecraft KX2 transceiver.] I messed up. I could not get the KX2 to transmit in SSB yesterday. On a truly beautiful spring afternoon AA1F, Georgie (our shepherd), and I set out to …
[This post contains: my “fake” journal article which is actually a rather nice write-up of the very real work I have done if I do say so myself, a printable copy of my poster, and the raw and processed data from this experiment. I am putting it all on here because of the interest that …
I don’t like to talk too much about Kearsarge. This climb has kicked my backside four years in a row. Every year, I vow that this is the last time. But five SOTA points for a 4-mile, 1600 foot hike?! Like clockwork, greed gets the best of me, I forget my Kearsarge pain, and I …
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I have done Winter Field Day every year since I became a ham. With a radio club in a rain storm (2020), in a museum train caboose in 0℉ weather (2021), in a severe blizzard in a tent in our backyard (2022), with another radio club in rustic cluster of cabins (2023), at the outbuilding …
Packing up for Winter Field Day was a piece of cake this round, so I spent the last hour burning the frayed ends of the many odd pieces of paracord I have collected over these last six years of portable ham radio. I can barely think of a better way to entertain myself while waiting …
Ok he didn’t. He just happened to be driving the little truck, full throttle, trying to dislodge it from a pile of leaves, mud, and sticks, so he could get back to attempting to crawl it up a log. Like every grown up does. And when he finally reached down to rescue the truck from …