After a year of no printing on sid, I went back to sarge to see if I could
still print from there.
When I dist-upgraded my ancient sarge, one of the questions it asked me
was whether to replace printers.conf. That sounded suspicious: I saved
the old printers.conf, then allowed it to replace it with its new
Well, sure enough, with the new printers.conf it didn't know about
my Epson, and when I went to the cups admin url to add it, there
was no "add printer" button. Just like I'd always seen in sid.
In sid, someone once gave me the direct url to "add a printer",
but when I followed it, I didn't get a working setup anyway.
I decided to try copying my old printers.conf on top of the new one.
And voila, it worked! Printing works okay from sarge. (It still has
the problem of the cups test page outlines not aligning well with the
physical printer page, so it may not work for printing labels, but
it's a start.)
So I moved over to sid, and tried the same printers.conf. Voila,
something came out of the printer, the first I've ever seen that
happen from sid! It didn't entirely work: I printed a few lines
using lpr, and the printer printed those lines but then didn't
eject the page, and I had to wrestle with the printer to get the
paper out. So all is not quite well in sid land, but it's much
farther along than it was using only the tools available in sid
(rather than my two-year-old printers.conf originally configured
on a much older sarge).
The other interesting file that upgrade asked me about was
epson.conf, which turns out to be for the epson scanner, not the
epson printer. Perhaps by using that (I saved the old sarge file)
I'll eventually be able to get scanning working on sid! That
would be lovely. For now, I'm using sarge a lot more.
[ 23:09 Jul 20, 2004
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It was hot again, so we drove to the coast and went for a hike in
lower Purisima Creek. I wanted to try the Bald Knob trail, which
neither of us had been on before. Bald Knob is about 2000', one of
the highest points around, so as well as being "new steps", it
promised a great view.
The bottom trail, by the creek, is in bloom, with lots of flowers
I haven't seen anywhere else, as well as several types of almost-ripe
berries, and interesting fruits that looked like small cherry tomatoes.
The trail begins to climb, and we climbed for several miles, out
of the creek zone and into more typical oak and redwood forest.
It wasn't as steep as I remembered it: fairly pleasant.
Then we rounded a corner, and suddenly the trail was full of dogs
leaping at us! They were friendly, tail-wagging, just exhuberant.
(Did I mention this preserve doesn't allow dogs?)
Turns out the total was 7 dogs, only one on a leash, and one
woman guiding them (and shouting at them to come back
and shouting Sorry at us!)
I like dogs, and they like me, so it was no big deal, just the
surprise of having that many dogs come out of nowhere in
a place where I wasn't expecting to see any. The biggest one,
a Rottweiler-looking dog, made me a bit nervous as he came bounding
at me, until I established that he was indeed friendly.
Dave wasn't as happy; he's had both good and bad experiences with
dogs, and doesn't trust them.
The rest were a motley collection: a dalmatian, a shepherd-mix
puppy, a dachshund, a bulldog, a small black longhair, and
an old fat mixed-breed dog who waddled along bringing up the rear.
The woman came running up, apologizing to us and yelling at the dogs
and threatening one of them (the Rottweiler?) that "You're going to
go on the leash now!" The dogs reluctantly left off sniffing us,
and the whole convention proceeded down the trail from which we'd
Well, not quite the whole convention. The dalmation lingered behind
the others, then turned and purposefully trotted up the trail,
passed us, and kept going. The woman and her six dogs were already
a fair way down the trail, and the dalmation kept going the other
Well, eventually she discovered the dalmation was missing. You
might think that someone walking one leashed and six unleashed dogs
in a steep wooded open space preserve that doesn't allow dogs would
keep a pretty sharp eye on them, and keep count. Maybe not.
Anyway, we started hearing calls of "Lulu ... Lulu!"
I figured Lulu knew that she was being bad. If we could hear the
calls, surely she could? Dave wondered, though, and tried shouting
at her, and whistling. Lulu didn't give any sign. Perhaps she was
actually hard of hearing.
Lulu explored the trail for a while, well ahead of us, then
turned and ran down to explore a ravine. The woman and her pack
was making good progress up the trail now, and when the came into
sight we pointed out where Lulu had gone. Eventually the group was
reunited, with a lot of "I can't believe you're doing this!" and
"That's it, you're out of my group!"
All looked well, until the little black longhair decided she'd had
enough, and lay down in the trail refusing to move. ("Missy! Missy,
get up! We're leaving! We're going home!")
Dave and I continued up the trail, in order not to be any more
distraction. The Bald Knob trail turned off just a few hundred feet
beyond where Missy lay, anyway. As we walked up that trail, it
looks like the group did get going again.
It was a strange encounter. I have mixed feelings about dog bans
in parks: it's true that some dog owners aren't good about cleaning
up after them, and it may even be true that they'd chase wildlife
and cause problems that way (though most pet dogs aren't much at
hunting, and no self-respecting wild squirrel or bird would be in
much danger). I even have mixed feelings about leash laws, because
I remember going for walks with my unleashed dogs, when I was
growing up, and it was a lot more fun for them to be able to run
and explore and not restrict themselves to my pace. Dog people
don't have many places to go, any more, and it's getting tighter
all the time.
On the other hand, such an obvious lack of control, in a public
place where a lot of people might be afraid of dogs (even aside from
the remote possibility that one might turn vicious), seems like a
failure of judgement or worse. If I were a dog owner, I'd be pretty
upset at someone like this possibly turning people more against
dogs, and getting them banned in even more places.
We continued on our climb. The Bald Knob trail is lovely! It
leaves the redwood forest and climbs through manzanita chapparal
and into a woodland of moss-covered, gnarled, twisted shrubs.
Occasionally you get tantalizing glimpses of a stunning view
down to the ocean, or south toward the mountains north of Santa
Cruz. Dave found a huge raven feather and presented me with it;
I stuck it in my ponytail. Then I found one, and added it to the
headdress, and he found a third and stuck it in. I'm sure I looked
perfectly silly. But they were nice feathers.
Finally, we got to the end of the trail, where it meets another
trail ... and to the right, leading up to the top of the knob,
was a gate saying "Private Property ahead. Do Not Enter."
What a gyp! What an anticlimax! A map that clearly shows a high
viewpoint, labelled by name and by elevation, inside the park
boundary, but no trail actually goes to it! We waz robbed!
It was pretty disappointing. There really is no place you can see
a large portion of the obviously stunning view. The trail was
first rate, but their map is misleading and Bald Knob is not in
fact a destination. On the way back we kept our eyes peeled for
places we could wildcat through the brush, but it was always too
thick, and we didn't try.
9.6 miles total, longer than our usual hike. Tired feet.
But it was a nice day!
[ 23:00 Jul 20, 2004
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