Trip to the Netherlands GCSS Conference:
August 24 - September 1, 1995

by: William R. Cotton

Trip to The Netherlands GCSS Conference

This is a summary of my travels in The Netherlands, notes taken at the GCSS Meeting, and summary and conclusions provided by Steve Krueger and Chris Bretherton.

 

8/24/95-Thursday
Depart Thursday morning from Fort Collins/Loveland. Flight to Dulles uneventful. Overnight flight to Amsterdam was hard to sleep on because many people talked continuously and loudly. Also a 300 pounds plus person behind me kept bumping my seat and flopping a newspaper he was reading on my head. I don't know how he fit in the seat!
8/25/95-Friday
Arrived Amsterdam Sunday 0700 and bike arrived on over-sized luggage pickup area intact. As instructed I sought out the train station which is the most conveniently located train station in an airport I have ever seen.

Took the train to transfer point and as I was told it would arrive in 15 minutes, decided to put the bike together. Train arrived before I had a chance to get everything packed, but got everything on the train. I got the bike adjusted and all finalized by the time I arrived in Utrecht.

Then I spent about an hour trying to locate travel information (VVV) but the Utrecht area map they gave me was worth it.

Following the VVV's directions I pedaled to DeBilt. It was only 3 or 4 miles and after asking directions I finally found the hotel and arrived by 10:00 a.m. After a shower I took a nap to 12:30 p.m.

Then I pedaled to KNMI and had lunch at their cafeteria with Aad Van Ulden. Finding everything ready for next week's meeting, I decided to take a ride to help keep awake. Aad had mentioned there was a glider port only 10 km west of DeBilt. I decided to check it out. I found a nice forested area near the airport, but a high barbed wire fence looking much like a military area surrounding it. If it looks military, smells military, it must be military. After riding around 3/4 of the perimeter on some scenic winding bike paths, I finally found an information headquarters. As I suspected it was an airport with glider operations but only for military.

So continuing around the perimeter I headed back only to get into a full downpour. I got out my rain poncho which kept me dry except for my feet. After returning to my room to get dry shoes I pedaled toward Utrecht to find supper.

The prices in my hotel ran about $30 U.S. per meal. I found an Indonesian restaurant whose owner found me a room next door to park my bike. The food was interesting with many tastes I had not experienced. It ranged from mild to very spicy and cost about $30! Pedaled back to hotel, watched a U.S. TV program with Dutch subtitles and after reading went to sleep by 10:30 p.m. I slept through to 9:30 a.m.-- Vollie I slept in!

8/26/95-Saturday
After breakfast at the hotel I pedaled to DeBilt to pick up some bread, cheese and tomatoes. My destination today is a supposed glider port near Nieuw-Loosdrecht. Bicycling in The Netherlands is great, just like Denmark. Well-defined bikeways with separate stop lights and signs. Most people pedal bikes about like what I bought in 1954 as the newest thing--three-speed, English style with hugh wheels, an iron frame, kick stand, and chain-guard. They must weigh 50 lbs. Families were out biking, some with camping gear. There were bikers everywhere. Riding clubs all in the same color shirts rode high-performance road bikes. I even saw one guy riding a TREK 7000 series mountain bike.

The only problem I had was the bike trails don't always follow the major roadways. Also, since there are no mountains, I frequently got my directions fouled up. At one point I found myself at Soest about 10 km east of my destination.

After getting help from numerous people (all of whom were very helpful) I finally found the Hilversum Airport. There I met a glider club who were operating a two-winch system plus aerotows. The winching operation was very impressive with light signals and a portable control tower.

I got a ride with an instructor in a ASK 13 for the price of the instructor ($10). After a great launch to approx. 200 m we found a thermal and soared in it to approx. 1200 m. Two other planes were in it, flying closer than I have ever been in a thermal. The instructor continued to ask me to flatten out my bank in turns in the thermals contrary to what I have been taught here. Rolf experienced the same thing flying in Switzerland. I had trouble making coordinated turns at first as it was quite different from the sailplanes I have flown so far. The rudder pedals, in particular, were a pain. As you placed your entire foot into metal frames and had to move your whole leg, instead of just wiggle your toes with your heal fixed in place. It was great ride and I got some great views of the area.

I biked back to DeBilt through some forests and farmland, a pleasant ride.

Then I biked to Altrecht to a pizza place and got a pizza and beer for about $10.

The Dutch seem about as conservative about soaring as they are about biking. All the sailplanes I saw were canvas covered--no glass ships here! Aside for lower maintenance costs the old ships fly slow (approx. 30 kts) and have low sink rates so they can stay in the weak thermals and low cloud bases pretty well.

On biking, besides the standard old style bikes being the norm, no one wears helmets, and they look peculiarly at mine, especially with the mirror. Few wear shorts, but instead standard long pants.

8/27/95-Sunday
Today I decided to bike to Terlet to the east (approx. 70 km) where I was told that a very impressive commercial soaring operation is located. I began about 10:00 a.m. after sleeping in to 8:30 (Vollie take note!). I went through Zeist and beyond passed over a hilly, forested area and on to Wordenberg. As usual I lost the bikeway in the towns where the highway bi-passed but not the bikes. It seems the biking signs all pointed to the same town which much later (on my return) I found meant through traffic! Oh well! In one town I believe Schurensee, I asked directions of a man dressed in a suit with four children in hand also dressed in suits. The man said he didn't speak English but proceeded to tell me the Lord made six days for work and one Sunday for rest. Well I knew I was lost, but not that bad! So, I proceeded on, lost as I was, and eventually found the bike route which again paralleled the main road.

Along the way I passed many small farms; dairy, I believe, judging from the manure smells. Many of the farm homes as well as the homes in town had very nice flower gardens. I passed through another forest area so thick there was no underbrush and cars on the highway were instructed to turn on lights.

After 3.5 hours I found my way to Terlet. The area is a highland area with strong winds, more open land scattered with heather about and smaller trees and bushes.

The gliderport is on top of a ridge. Here was an impressive commercial glider operation comparable to Turf near Phoenix. The difference was Turf operates a fleet of 6 or more tow planes. At Terlet they had a single tow plane, an old 2-place motorized glider, and a fleet of high-performance 2-place and single place glass sailplanes. They were all lined up in six side-by-side rows, with several behind the lead planes like the start to the Indy car race.

The trick was a superwinch that operated six winch lines. A truck hauled the six lines up from the winch like the start to a sulky horse race. The lines were dropped parachutes and weak links attached, then hooked on the planes when they were ready to launch. The planes were individually launched but in rapid succession.

The weak link by the way in a metal contraption holding a piece of metal rated to break upon stressed for a two-place or single-place plane (different metal pieces).

I asked the cost for a flight and since it was 2.5 times what it cost at Hilversum. I decided to pass. I liked the club atmosphere better at Hilversum anyway.

I had my lunch and at 3:00 p.m. started back. The ride back was tiring as the winds picked up to 12 to 15 kts dead on the nose.

Oh, I forgot, on the way out and again on my return I passed a windy meadow area near Ede. There there was a kite convention. There must have been 100 or more kites flying in the area, some huge, some big and many small ones. Some contest maybe? Loads of cars were parked along the roadside. It was the only area I had trouble biking because the bikeways were cluttered with family groups on bikes. Mom, pop, the kids, grandparents, etc. all moving at snail's paces and me without a bell yelling "bike passing on left" again and again. I guess they got the idea.

Finally I broke out of the pack and headed along. I was getting pretty tired toward the end, especially my (sore) END. I decided I didn't want to wait and pay a big price for food besides, so I took a 3km (out and return) side-track and stopped at McDonald's--yes me at McDs! I had 2 fish sandwiches, fries, and a vanilla shake for about $6.50 US. Lots of fat and energy to make up for seven hours of continuous biking! When I stepped outside it was raining, so I had to suit-up. Got back to the hotel and ordered a cheesecake to take to my room.

The I relished in a hot shower and then ate my cheesecake with hot drinks prepared from the hot water faucet. Now I'm pooped and going to bed. Hopefully I won't wake up after an hour of sleep like last night. I read from 11:00 p.m to 11:30 p.m. Hence the reason I feel like sleeping in--All part of the adjustment process.

8/28/95-Monday
I slept the night through--hooray! Today I thought I'd take a train to Amsterdam and then bike to Volendam. I got going by 9:00 a.m. and hardly left DeBilt when it started raining. I put on my poncho over may rain jacket to keep my pack dry. Took the train to Amsterdam and ferry to the north side. I followed a river for a while when it really started pouring. After 4 or 5 miles along a pretty riverside trail I decided to turn back. Returning to Amsterdam I biked around town and even took a glass-topped tourist boat. Besides the views from the boat, I enjoyed the "greenhouse" effect. Remember today is Monday, my fast day, so I am kind of lazy. Also, my butt is still sore from yesterday.

I particularly enjoyed the old boats along the canals, especially the old working sailboats with huge lee boards that people have converted to homes.

I returned to DeBilt and got charged $6 for my bike on the train. I'll have to fold it and put it in my bag to fool them in future.

I found a message from Bjorn at the hotel, so I know he is about but haven't seen him yet.

After a nap I contacted Bjorn and walked into DeBilt with him to keep him company while he ate (remember it is Monday, my fast day). We found a Ching-Indo restaurant, what ever that means where he had a dish that sounded Indian, but tasted more Chinese.

8/29/95-Tuesday
After a full nights sleep and breakfast, I put Bjorn on the cross bar of my bike with a towel for cushioning and headed for Bilthoven which is purported to have bike rental at the train station. It's about a 3 km ride and I worked up a sweat in my rainsuit pedaling Bjorn and me. I also got a taste of Bjorn's ponytail! Bjorn started getting a charley horse in his leg, holding it out from the bike.

He was able to rent a standard Dutch ironsides single-speed with a coaster bake for about $19 per week.

We then headed southeast on a cool and drizzly morning. Bjorn wasn't so sure he wanted to do this since he neglected to bring rain gear--to The Netherlands? I told him to wear shorts and loaned him my parka which he never used as it never got beyond light drizzle.

We took to narrow, paved roads south and east of Dricebergen-Rijsenmberg. The road had a canal (like our irrigation canals) running along at least one side, with boats (row boats) in front of most houses. Every so often we encountered a castle, some looking pretty old, others probably 19th century. It was a pretty pastoral landscape with plenty of cousheisa smells.

We finally reached the river a top a dyke that was put in place for flood prevention. Eventually we walked our bikes across the gates of a lock, then along dam gates across the river. We then came to a closed, barred gate.

Now what do we do? We saw no signs that we interpreted as "keep out" getting there. Of course, that doesn't mean there weren't any. I found a call box and pushed the button asking if we could get through? On the other side a recreational park was noted on the map. After some discussion, we in English and the guy on the speaker in Dutch, I gathered we were supposed to put 5 Kl (approx. $3) in some box before he opened it. Couldn't find the box and just as we started to turn back across the dam the gate opened about 3 ft and I walked through. They promptly closed it with me out and Bjorn still inside. Now what? After Bjorn and the voice in the box had an English/Dutch discussion, the gate opened again and he quickly slid through.

Once in the recreation area we began exploring it. I found a sailboat rental place and was tempted to rent one. But they wanted 65 Kl for the afternoon or approx. $40 and it was cool, windy and it looked like it would rain. So we pedaled on to a marina that was closed up and moved some chairs under an overhanging roof and had lunch while it rained.

Our lunch consisted of cheese and bread which I had purchased earlier at DeBilt, some apples from our breakfast, and some pears which I picked up beneath a tree along the road. They were great!

We headed back by way of Wijk bij Duurstede, taking a ferry across the river. From there we took some single-lane paved side roads through Cothen (drove through a windmill), Doorn, and again on side roads to Drieberge-Rijsenburg. We headed north through wooded countryside and bike lanes to Austerlitz, the rough woods to Zeist. Zeist is quite a wealthy looking city. Actually I haven't seen anything run down or close to slums here. But Zeist really stands out. I got a pastry and Bjorn cashed some money and, bucking the wind, we headed back to DeBilt. Ah! a nice hot shower again.

I figure I have ridden over 400 km since Friday. My butt is a bit sore, otherwise OK. Bjorn did well on the single speed and kept with me all the way.

8/30/95-Wednesday
0830 Begin meeting. Welcome B. Cotton. Chris Bretherton plan for meeting.

Bjorn overview on entrainment.

Taylor's entrainment hypothesis origin of this model.

Separation boundary "laminar super-layer" - Townsend

Basic lab experiments - Deardorff's Tank experiments - 2 layer fluid - sharing grids. Summarizes selected results from lab exps.

Issue of similarity - lab

Stratocumulus -- how does it differ from lab exps?

Debate of quantitative value of field stratocu obs vs. lab exps.

Recent attempts at synthesis. Breidenthal's work.

Summary

Peter Bechtold