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This page is a continuation of a previous discussion on Pre-Dumps. PreDumps are an invention of mine that maximises energy usage.

PreDump for Aux and Decor Lights, Cab Fans

Choosing a Choke of 11mH and 0.036 ohms I do not expect the load to be over 4 amps. This has been the Aux System, which is Decore Lights and Fans in all the Cabinets. The inside Cabinet lights as well as all drawer lights are not part of this circuit. They are controlled by magnetic switches. The Aux circuit can be preloaded by switches to include Decore Lights, Cabinet Fans, and Tank sensor Lights. And of course, all of these can also be manually fed by battery or disabled.



In the olden days, the Aux circuit was unregulated and could go to 21 volts. All devices had little 7812 regulators to prevent damage to LED light strips and Fans. However, some fans were 24 volts for quietness. Now that the Aux circuit is regulated in general, the smaller individual regulators are redundant.

Trip to FortBragg

2023.05.18

The dogs have been getting impatiant and bored. I need to test out the latest PreDump for the dogs sake too. We need to go to Fort Bragg on the ocean.

Here, Taffy has taken off the last remaining sock from my feet. And Callie has sat on the coach and watched her mall the last sock in bordom. Instead, Callie dreams of seeing a sea gull. And Taffy has never been to the ocean, and does not know how to dream of sea gulls.

I called MacKerricher and got three days, I called the Bluffs and got a couple more. Linda threw some cloaths in a cardboard box, not to put in the closets or drawers of the RV, but to just put in the back of the truck. That is plenty good enough for now. The dogs know we are going now, and are bouncing around in total excitement. No hiding it, they know for sure. I spent about $3.50 for a bag of ice to put into the RV freezer to give the refregerator a head start. Otherwise, we have to wait a couple of hours for the propane to catch up. I took a knife and cut a carton of a dozen eggs into two parts. Just sliced right through it, like cutting a log, and put 6 eggs, neatly packaged, in the RV refrigerator. Linda followed with a sack of other stuff in the bottom of the refregerator.

One more stop, over at LesSwab, to have the boys put in 45 lbs of air in all the RV tires. And then I pointed it west.


Clear Lake

I do not like driving more than two or three hours a day. The trip to Mackerricher is exactly 200 miles, so I divide the trip into two parts, with ClearLake the midpoint. But in the summer time, we must arrive late in the evening to be able to tolerate and sleep in the hot temperatures. And wake up fresh, to injoy the trip through the redwoods.





Here is our destination, Robinsons Casino and Ranchero at ClearLake.
We have always been welcome here, and always have a good nights sleep.

The indian guys have made some fantastic improvements. The major one, is to ban smoking. The place smells so good now. Very pleasant. Linda and I had a great pot roast with mashed potatoes, and injoyed the freindly staff. On the weekdays, there is a huge parking lot, with lots of sleeping places. And has the cheapest gas of any place in Chico, ClearLake, or FortBragg.


Still not to FortBragg yet. Here is a great place to stop and rest in the midle of the RedWoods. I do not know the name of it. I call it the "Donkey Park", and it is on the other side of Willits.

Here the dogs are doing what they love to do, and that is "sniffing". Linda and I do what we love to do, and that is to have lunch. We are getting close to the ocean, and temperatures have already dropped to about 60 degrees.


A Redwood grove in the center of the Donkey Park.


We have arrived at the ocean. Here, we have a spot on the front line facing the ocean at Harbor RV. Our big front window faces the ocean in a panaramic veiw of 180 degrees.

It has taken us all day to get here, on our second leg of the trip. That figures out to be about 100 miles in 6 hours. We left about 10 this morning and now it is about 5. The estimate of speed is subjective. Our friends complain that it takes us two days to get to FortBragg from Chico. And that is true. Our friends claim that they can make the same trip in 4 hours, and also, during the same day. But they are ignorant people, and they have never read Instein and Relativity. I studied Relativity in school. Relativity says that if you have an RV, Speed is determined by how many things to see are passing by your window per second. If you slow down, more things are visable, and more things are passing by per second. Also, Instein stated that the faster you go, the more time slows down. So people that speed very fast to Fort Bragg, have time stolen from them, and although they do not age, they do not live as much either.


It is overcast as predicted by the weather reports. Here the solar intensity measures 30.4% of a Sol. That is 1/3 of what is possible on the sunniest day with a sun directly overhead. But I have still plenty of power. The combiner reads 16.6 volts with a draw of about 8 amps. With 30.4% Sols the Maximum Power Point is about 17 volts. So at 16.6 volts one or more of the PreDumps are consuming ever so slightly too much. But the Hot Water PreDump is making plenty of hot water dispite a self imposed reservation to not use too much power. Working great!


While things are brown and hot in Chico, spring is delayed here on the Bluffs. And there is gobs of green and beautiful flowers.


Callie has been to FortBragg many times, and knows how to spot things.

She is affraid of thunder, shakes at times, and has other emotional problems. But she is my buddy, and stays by my side always. She is clingy and always near me. She appreciates and needs me.


These are all over the cliffs rising above the ocean.





Taffy is not supposed to be on the table, but her cuttness buys her some tolerance.


I think my brother told me this was Rattle Grass.


Here are the bluffs outside the RV window, and where all the flowers are.








Callie in a field of yellow and white daisies, and clover and strawberries.


After a couple of days, the sky cleared and the sun came out brightly. No complaints. Like it both ways. I do not know why everyone is leaving. It is beautiful. All good no matter what.


Can you believe that strawberries actually produce real strawberries?


The bluffs are covered in IcePlants, and you can see the entrance to Noyo Harbor. We can see fishing boats entering from our dinette window.


Our yard is yellow colored.


These two geese live here in the parking lot of the Bluffs. They were here a year ago. The male goose is tame and will just about eat out of your hand. The two dogs have learned that they can lean out the window, and if they do not bark, then they can see the geese and sea gulls.






Our next spot was at MacKerricher State Park. We had space 98, and was close to the beach. We have stayed several times before on this loop, and have always heard the sound of the waves. Love to be here.

There were problems:

Our Federal Pass was not good at a State Park. I thought that I had been using the pass for many years. Evidently not.

Which leads me to the second problem. The result of which is that we can no longer go to State Parks. It is too expensive. We paid the fee, but it was $84 for two nights. That is too much. I had planned on paying $10 per night, as usual, with the discount.

State Parks specify "Days of Stay" as one more than the "Nights of Stay". Other places count Nights as the same number as Days. In which case, the Day of Departure is not even counted.

In contrast, for a State Park, we had three days and two nights. The last day of any visit does not include the Night. The last day is defined as SunUp to Departure Time of usually around noon. Fortunately, the "last day" is a stray piece of a day, and is not charged. At least, I do not think it is charged. It is hard to say. I was charged $84, and was not given a clear itemization.

I like the idea that in any 24 hour period there is both a "day" and a "night". Scientifically, a day can not be chopped in two, and is reminiscent of the archaic notion of a 12 hour clock. In the United States most people still use the 12 hour system, as well as the "Daylight Saving" system of telling time. I hate to see our State Parks degraded, and departing from a scientific orientation. After all, the underlining premise for the creation of State Parks was Nature, including Purity and raw Truth.

Insulation Quality of the RV

I wrote and built the equation slowly over the course of several years, until its final form.
It is here: Insulation3


This equation shows the RV cooling in ambient air. The cooling rate is a function of my work on insulation.

Tfin is the "Final Temperature" after a time t of cooling.

Tav(t) is the Outside Temperature. It "pulls" the Inside temperature to itself. Originally I devised this parameter as a variable. And it was a function of t time. Nature usually has the outside temperature always changing. The Outside temperature was recorded as it changed, and entered as an equation. But for this run, it is an Average, and treated as a constant. Close enough.

Tstart is the Starting Temperature, the Highest Temperature before cooling starts.

(Tstart-Tav): An internal term of the equation, that I have given a name: "The Temperature Gap". The Gap is the temperature Spread of the Maximum to the Minimum possible. I also personally call the Minimum, as in the outside temperature, an "Attractor".

k is the Time Constant that signifies the Rate of Cooling. Negative k for Cooling. K can be expressed as a percent, and reflects the percentage cooling of the temperature-gap per time. In this case, the gap is 15.6 degrees. Change of the gap portion per hour.

t is time.


To do this, I simply snapped off pictures of the inside and outside temperatures every few hours.
I only had to get out of bed and take two pictures. Here is a well established set after several hours of pre-decay. Undisturbed for several hours establishes Stability.





03:03 64.9 51.0
04:16 63.6 47.6

time is 73min=1.216 hours
Tstart 64.9 degrees
Tav is (51.0+47.6)/2=49.3 degrees
63.6=49.3+(64.9-49.3)*e^k(1.216)
14.3=(15.6)*e^k(1.216)
ln(0.9166)=1.216k
k=-0.0716, 7% decay/Hr
Rval=13.9, Insulation value of the RV as a whole.
This run was near the beach at Mackerricher State Park. Also, the humidity outside was high, which hampers insulation figures.

When I bought the RV, I measured the insulation Rval; It was only 6.447, well below that derived from all construction materials at Rval=8.15.
8.15 was claimed by Keystone for walls, floor, ceiling, windows, etc.

During this run, all windows had 1/2 inch and 1 inch, tightfitting, styrofoam board with all reflective sides facing in. Maximum retention configuration.


Hot water, collected from the previous day, used in floor heating, and circulated for immediate faucet hot water.
At this time, the hot water was 97.5F degrees. A motion detector refreshes the hot water faucets if my wife or I get up and use the bathroom.

Also, cabinet circulating fans onn, to bring stored warm air and latent heat in from tools, cans and clothes.
The same fans re-warm the insides of all cabinets and compartments during the solar part of the day.


One window was slightly cracked open, as well as the bathroom vent, for fresh air. All "forced" fresh air sources were turned off.


I designed the RV for the fog and ocean. I designed it especially for places like State Parks with no utilities. Love it!


Note to my brothers and sisters:
One point for clarification:
I did not say that each and every hour the same 7% is lost. You can not "reiterate" the same equation, over and over. For example, 1.3 degrees every hour over and over. The equation changes, especially the new StartTemperature, with every new iteration. Instead, every hour and every second, the heat loss expressed in degrees is less and less. It goes down forever. Almost zero, but never reaching zero. Here is the error in thinking:
A single expresion of e^(k*3), meaning 7% times three hours, is not the same as three seperate one hour events: e^(k*1)+e^(k*1)+e^(k*1).


I know you are all thinking that I better knock off the Aspergers, and get back to the pretty flowers. Two things: I have never been diagnosed with Aspergers. And you guys, except for Bob, probably have it just as bad.
I should not say "bad". Aspergers is a super good thing. It gives pleasurable euphoric feelings. I could not exist without my Aspergers. I can not stand the thought of being born again as someone else. I would rather stay dead. I can not stand the thought of having to like "Rap Crap" noise. I would rather be dead. I can not stand the thought of having to like cigarettes, liquor, or drugs, as other humans. I can not stand the thought of wearing fashionable clothes. On the contrary, I like Volodymyr Zelenskyy's tee shirt. Other unknowing humans have to relish the bow and curtsy, and with a single focus, are obsessed with money and respect, all their days. I would rather not be born. Asperger people can live under a leaf with the microbes, or in the sky during a lightning storm. They have traded whimsical Social Etiquette for Nature and permanence.

Unfortunately, Asperger people carry genes of Autism. Unfortunately, that is our roots, on this limb of the evolutionary tree. I do not know how genes work; Sorta like, if you are going to have wings to fly, then you are also going to have a red beak.

We are not alone; We have genes from Finland. Finland has the "happiest" people in the world. There, you do not dare mention how much money that you make. You will be marked as subhuman. Interests are the Family and Nature. And it is everyone. There are no secrets. You can know how much money your neighbor makes; it is all public knowledge. You can know your neighbor's history. No secrets, and nudity is also publically accepted. Part of the secret thing, I guess.

I used to think that there were no jails in Finland. Now, I know there are a few, especially with recent emigration problems. The jails are configured like hotels, where you can come and go, as you please, to see your family and to work. God, I love these people and their feelings.

Our brother Ben had a dream before he was killed. He claims it was no ordinary "Dream", but no matter; It was amazing. There were no secrets. No fears. No distrust. It was nothing like this world. The plants were brightly lit with colors, and they loved you. All was pure love. All things loved you, and you loved all things. Ben was smothered in love and joy, and he was eager to express it to me. He even wanted it "painted", and on his wall. Now that he is gone, I know that this was Heaven. And I also personally think that Asperger people, and the Finnish people are headed in the right direction as a society.
As your oldest brother, I am telling you to embrace your Aspergers, as a good thing. It is like a gift from Heaven.

Alan


As the sun comes up, you can see condensation on the windows. That condensation is because I have taken out the styrofoam window insulation, exposing the colder glass to the humid warm air.

I had to park the trailer as close to the tree as possible to be able to fit in the spot. If I did not have the trailer blocked well, it would roll backwards, right into the tree.

You can see the ocean. Just not real good. You have to look through the trees. But we heard the waves all night long. Wonderful sounds. Sleep was so good. Linda too. We slept good.

And we just walk a thousand feet, right to the beach.


Every site has a varment proof outdoor box. People in tents need this. I have never seen a bear here, but lots of deer, a few raccoons and possums.


I got both trailer and truck tucked away on a very sloped spot. We love it here, lots of raw nature, and the neighbors are far apart. However, there are fallen limbs all over the place. And there are more to fall, as more dead stubs and limbs abound. There are two types of trees; the cypress, which look OK. And a pine, where some are dying, and others have dangerous dead limbs.


Here is the pine. This paticular one is doing great. I will identify it when I get back to Chico, and find out why it is in trouble.


Here is the beach, a short walk from the RV. The cove to the left is the public MacKerricher beach, where "Day" people can go. Day people are ordinary; We be "RV" people. The beach is eroding and the ice plants can not save the soft cliffs with their root cover.


I thought I was an engineer. I guess not. The nubs are too high, and the center of the tire does not rest on the block. This is going to put sideways stress on my nubs, and bust them off. Well, I guess, I can still be an engineer; just not a good one.


I sat in the back to see if Callie was OK. She is. Just tuckered. Both dogs have had so much fun on the beach that they are plum tuckered. I built this ramp so the dogs would have access to both front and back seats.


We drove over to the MacKerricher beach to see the sunset. Once the RV home is parked, we are free to drive. Looks like Taffy does not have a head. She really has one. She has never seen a seagull, down below her, and so very close, till now.


It is just plain magic...


Linda got bit by an insect, or smashed her arm somehow. There is a tiny red mark directly in the center of the swollen area. Two rangers came by to take a look at her arm. They say that ticks are indeed in the area, but the bite does not look like a "bullseye". They heard about it from me, and would drop by to possibly file a report. Linda does not know how she got it. The rangers took a picture and took down a report. That was nice of them. They feel responsible for anything that happens in the park.


One year when we came to this loop, and water had to be boiled due to contamination. This time, it is due to a shortage. We need not to be concerned. We have our own water.


This place is just plain ass beautiful. Linda loves firns. These are over by the dump station. I hope it is not because there is fertilizer near by. We are leaving here today. The dump is no longer free. Cost is $10 bucks. So to get your money's worth, you should stay a full 14 days.


Our next short stay was along the side of the road, with the ocean in the side window. At least for the day. But we have stayed over night many times in the parking lot of Safeway here in Fort Bragg, for lack of ambition to go home. And when we were younger with vans, before we had the trailer, we stayed and slept any place that we wanted. But Linda wants to begin to head back. It takes two days to get home.


Stupid Taffy peed on the cushion. This is the water proof side. She peed on the other side. The "other" side is always the pee side. I unzipped the cover, and pulled out the foam. I washed the foam in the bathtub. The foam drained of water, and partially dried very quickly.


Here is another of my inventions: This is a mixture of tea and buttermilk. And the combination is very sweet. Mom loved buttermilk. I love buttermilk. And now the combination is super sweet and good. Mom with her good taste buds, and not because she is my mother, would say my invention was super good. Another buttermilk invention.


We also like to stop over at Clear Lake. Here, I can continue with Taffy's Peeing lessons. Maybe it is me, but the lessions are not going well. Here, her attention span has been exceeded. She is preoccupied and confused as to the funny colored seagulls with flat bills. She is a happy woofer, just a confused woofer.

Across the street is a Foster Freeze with corn dogs. Both Taffy and Callie love corn dogs. In fact, we all get corn dogs. And we share some fries. On a slightly damp cushion, we four ate corn dogs at the dinette, and gaized at the waiving water with floating ducks. How lucky is that? In fact, it doesnt get much better than that.


Here are the cushions reversed; White waterproof side up. Also, added one inch foam under the bottom cushions. Makes a difference! My butt does not hit the bottom as bad. Much softer now.


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