Post-It Translation: CHOW TIMES
As a fancier of French cuisine -- and all food -- our little Dash!DX Proxy was ready to rock and roll when Team TM1F -- including Ivano I2RFJ, Alberto IV3BSY, Tony IZ2ESV and Andrea IZ2LSC crowned him King of the Wayback as they packed their DXpeditionary vehicle. Don't you know he was puffed up somethin' fierce hangin' with DX Hotshots like these dudes -- variously veterans of primo overseas operations in Nepal, Isla Mujeres and Lord Howe Island, plus a variety of nifty special ops here and there about Europe including Vatican City and St. Nikola's Island.
This time their destination was Ratonneau Island -- once a 19th century quarantine hospital island, now a tourist destination also known as IOTA EU-095 just off Marseilles out in the Med. Not so far-flung, but for those of us with The Hunger, the appetite for La Chasse, the eternal quest for New Ones, still quite delicious all the same, yes please, thank you very much.
For the voyage from quay side Marseilles to Ratonneau among L'archipel du Friou, our intrepid representative asked to be packed with the FT1000MP, on the theory that no other single piece of baggage would have so many personal lifeguards.
The team reluctantly complied, nevertheless placing Proxy Dash! inside a tightly-sealed motion sickness bag for the protection of the radio.
Once on-island, our Lil' OM was put in charge of staying out of the way. For this he showed Lil' aptitude so the Team put him in charge of thinking about mealtimes while pasted to a blackboard.
Here the Avatar really hit his stride. While TM1F began to radiate the planet with 59s and 599s, our mini- hero gave each meal in turn a lot of thought.
For Petite Dejeuner, he thought a nice big bowl of Kellogg's Sugar Corn Pops would be nice, the old American breakfast cereral that scraped the roof of your mouth like medium grit sandpaper and turned your leftover milk Chromium Yellow. Further, he thought it would be nice to dump his Cafe Au Lait into the Chromium Yellow Milk and pour the entire affair down his throat
Further still, he came up with a variety of other offbeat Franco-American recipes for lunch and dinner but the entire crew was preoccupied with DX operations and took his thoughts for harmless babbling. Eventually he fell asleep, unused to such sustained thought and harmless babbling.
Later on he awoke and the Team let him roam about if he promised not to re-adjust any of their equipment and confine his technical prowess to his own little radio.
This worked out fine for awhile, until our DX Proxy tired of trying to raise a pile-up with a paper KWM-2A.
Here he can be seen attempting to patch into the team's Euro foxy HVLA 700 linear without much success, pretty much the story of his life.
Towards the end, the Team felt sorry for Proxy Dash! and his two-dimensional radio, so they let him have a go with the big rig which he promptly put through its paces.
First he tried to monitor Marseilles police calls down at 1700khz, where he remembered them marked on his great uncle's Zenith console. Then he pretended to be Radio Luxembourg a little bit, closing with his famous impression of the Russian Woodpecker -- the classic he usually doesn't share at parties until his first Sangria. Mysteriously, Mains Voltage was lost until our DX Proxy was plunged into darkness, which he now complains was that of a locked suitcase full of dirty laundry, and let that be a lesson to him, we say -- perhaps a lesson learned towards better behavior in the future, but we doubt it very much.
Veteran DXpeditioners who have done battle with South Orkney penguins may scoff, but Team TM1F had no small struggle of its own with one whale of a Cookie Monster.
It lay in wait on the operating desk, waiting for just the right moment when the ops were busy with the business of wading through all the North Koreans in search of more exotic call signs like our very own K1NSS. With cat-like reflexes and the expert timing of a Kung-Fu fighter, our Proxy Dash! fell upon their modest compliment of biscuits and sweets -- as if his midday collation wasn't a brace of supersized crêpes stuffed with cassoulet and sprinkled with a fresh-ground wheel of Parmesan Reggiano.
Nothing quite stirs the blood like an island antenna farm. With not much baggage, Team TM1F lofted a nice array of sticks and wires, such that we snagged 'em with our own far simpler rig on the second day on 30 meters, with a real 599 into our Catskill Mountain QTH.
Vertical dipoles (20-6 meters)
Vertical 1/4 (30 meters)
Multi band vertical GP (40-6 meters)
Dipole (40/80 meters)
G5RV (80-10 meters)
HB9CV (6 meters)
Yaesu FT-897Acom 1010
Reminds us of when we activated IOTA NA-217 at Jackson Marine Lab on Appledore Island in the Isles of Shoals off the coast of New Hampshire/Maine years ago. Then we lived about a mile from a beach from which one could see the island. Yet it was all very exciting, especially arriving via Zodiac skippered by a lab staffer. Just planning was so exciting we forgot the AC power cord to our Icom 718 supply, but were saved by spare cord from a microscope light. Shared the shack with a tank of nice New England lobsters we thought were specimens for study -- and dissect them we did -- on our plate for dinner that evening. Dash! received an A+ and saved his bib as a souvenir.
TU TEAM TANGO MIKE ONE FLORIDA! VOI SIETE LA SQUADRA DELLE SQUADRE!!