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Adventures in an Electric Car

Some notes on driving across the country in an electric vehicle

A very slow EV charger

When I bought my fully electric vehicle, I knew there would be drawbacks—and a lot to learn. So, what better way to find out than to take it on a 7,500-mile road trip?

The first leg took me to Toronto to visit friends. My first charge stop was a Shell station that required an app. After downloading it, I discovered it wouldn’t work because I was “in the wrong country.” Frustrating but there was an Electrify Canada station ten miles away, and forty minutes later I was charged up and back on the road.

One of the challenges is the number of different charging networks. Each uses its own app, though some networks allow credit card payment at the charger. By the end of my trip, I’d charged about fifty times using ten different networks. A few times I couldn’t get a charger to work—some of that was my inexperience. For example, with most networks, you plug in first, then tap your phone on the charger; with Tesla, you set up the charge in their app before plugging in. Once I figured that out, Tesla proved to be the most convenient and reliable.

Not all chargers are functional, either. I encountered at least five that were broken, or whose credit card readers didn’t work—often in unsupervised public parking lots. I’ve heard of chargers being disabled because someone cut off the cable for its copper, though I didn’t run into that myself.

I had also expected charging to be cheaper than gas. At home, I pay about $0.18 per kWh—roughly $0.06 per mile. On this trip my charging costs averaged about $0.18 per mile. By comparison, a gas car getting 24 MPG at $3.50 per gallon costs about $0.15 per mile. Since most of my driving is local and uses home charging, it’s still considerably cheaper. Factoring in the reduced maintenance costs brings it down even more.

Another “feature” of public charging stations is the lack of posted prices, which vary widely. Unless you record the price and kWh at the time, it’s often hard to find later. Tesla stations record the date, location, cost, kWh, and price per kWh, but networks like Electrify America use a prepayment system, so your credit card statement doesn’t show what each charge costs. It’s great for their cash flow, but not for tracking expenses. After some digging, I found Electrify America was the priciest—$0.45 to $0.68 per kWh—while Tesla ranged from $0.48 to $0.56, and ChargePoint from $0.13 to $0.37 (with a few still free).

Convenience is another issue. We’re used to refueling a gas car in five minutes. Not so with EVs. Most stations are curbside, so with my charging port in the rear, I had to back in. The non-Tesla cables are heavy, and sometimes I had trouble making a connection with my adapter (I drive a Hyundai with a Tesla-style charging port). Tesla cables are lighter but short, often forcing me to park across the lines to reach (something Tesla acknowledges on their app). Honestly, managing a CCS plug is much more physically challenging than a gas pump hose.

Charging speeds vary widely. Most non-Tesla fast chargers use the CCS system, operating at 800 volts. Charging rates vary, but some are capable of providing 300 kW (that’s 300,000 Watts). My EV can accept about 200 kW, going from 20% to 80% in roughly 20 minutes. But not all CCS chargers deliver that much power, so I avoid anything under 90 kW—unless there’s food or something else worth doing nearby. Tesla chargers can approach 200 kW, but they run at 400 volts, so my Hyundai typically charges at about 100 kW there. (Note: kW is the power, or rate of charge, while kWh is the amount of energy, equivalent to one kW for one hour.)

I did see some interesting innovations. In remote areas of British Columbia, several BC Hydro stations had integrated battery storage, letting them deliver faster charging without overloading the grid. The units even displayed their current battery level.

Finding stations was another adventure. Unlike gas stations with huge signs advertising the prices, charging stations have minimal signage. The only wayfinding signs I saw were small blue “EV” signs for chargers in municipal lots. I spent a fair amount of time hunting for chargers shown in my mapping apps—some that no longer existed.

Speaking of apps, I used three: Plugshare, a generic app dedicated to finding charging stations; Hyundai’s navigation app, which automatically preconditions the battery for fast charging; and Google Maps, which remains the best for actual navigation—but oddly less knowledgeable about charger locations. I’d love to just use Hyundai’s app for the battery conditioning, but it’s clunky and inaccurate. I took more wrong turns with it than I care to admit.

Plugshare offers a lot of information about the stations, including the peak rate of charge, whether it’s down for repair, and user reviews. It also lets me plot routes and export them to Google Maps, though both limit the number of stops. Typically, I’d plan a day ahead and load the route into Google, but had to remember to start battery conditioning manually. I’m sure there’s a better way to save multipoint routes in Google Maps than emailing myself the link—but I haven’t figured it out yet.

Ideally, I’d like Hyundai to utilize Google Maps for navigation while still managing the battery conditioning. Barring that, I’d like to be able to use both simultaneously, but whenever I switch to the Hyundai map, Google stops and forgets the whole route. At some point, I will learn how to navigate the navigation systems. After all, during a good portion of my life, I navigated cross-country with paper maps, a skill now badly rusted.

Finally, I learned an important lesson: don’t wait too long to charge—especially in the middle of the country. I once arrived at a Tesla station in Nebraska only to discover it was Tesla-only (a certain percentage of their sites are). I had 19 miles left and 38 miles to the next station. I could have called AAA and had them tow me, but instead asked a convenience store if I could use an outdoor outlet. The clerk agreed, and my car optimistically estimated 64 hours, 32 minutes to reach 80%. I just needed enough for 40 miles.

After two hours, the guy came out and told me the owner had come by and told him to tell me to stop. I was at 25 miles. I drove 35 mph along a state highway, watching the range tick down. With one mile to go, the car complained loudly and flashed “Performance limited”—but I made it. Lesson learned. The next day, I detoured 40 miles into Colorado just to be safe. On the way home, I routed through Canada, where charging stations are more numerous (and cheaper).

Finally, I do want to say that I don’t regret switching to an EV. There’s nothing quite as smooth as an EV, and the extra weight is low and the car handles very well, and the cost of home charging is a fraction of the cost of gasoline. The inconvenience of public charging is a small price to pay for the ability to avoid gasoline altogether. Gasoline, besides being a fossil fuel, also can only reach an efficiency of less than 40% and generally are about 30% in internal combustion engines, with the rest of the energy going up in heat. Electric Vehicles, on the other hand, have efficiencies of 87% – 91%. There are energy losses associated with the transmission of electricity from where it is produced to where it is used, but these pale in comparison to the energy losses associated with distillation of gasoline from crude oil.  

I’m writing this as a novice, so veteran EV drivers may smile at my naivety—and that’s fine. This trip was a learning experience, and if there’s one thing I love, it’s learning.

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Happy Holidays! – 2024

Wishing You
the Sun and the Moon
in the New Year

And Joy, too! 


I’m starting this letter on Thanksgiving Day. It’s my favorite holiday because it’s less material than other holidays, and it’s about giving thanks, an action that gives me so much joy. I have a lot to give thanks for, and at the top of the list are you, my friends and family.

I’m spending Thanksgiving this year with my cousins, my mother’s sister Clara’s children. Aunt Clara died in October at 101, the last of that generation in my family and one of the few left alive in the world who lived through the Great Depression. In 1937, at 15, she traveled through Germany with my mother and their mother, and they saw Hitler parade through the town they were staying in. Despite, or maybe because of, those experiences, she was always grateful and generous.

This year is the first that I’ve really felt my age. The main lesson aging is teaching me is acceptance. I’m slowly learning to accept the reduction in my capabilities and ask for help. I’m also learning to moderate my ambition. As Christine Lavin sang in “Shining my Flashlight at the Moon,” “Adjust your dreams.” We are very attached to ambition in our culture and feel a need to reach higher each day. The challenge is to find satisfaction in other ways. Quite often, it’s helping or encouraging someone else, but sometimes it’s not doing something. More often these days, I find myself just taking a moment to experience the beauty of the world around me.

Of course, the year has been dominated by the new dog in my life. Having had four of the best dogs in the world, who have all lived 14 years and bookmark the sections of my life, I was a little anxious about how Bran would fare against these pillars of canine society. I’m happy to say that he is faring quite well. Like my previous dogs, he could be more obedient, but I never made that a priority. Instead, I prefer dogs who are responsible, socially adept, and bring joy to the world.

In that regard, Bran has not disappointed. He loves other dogs and people and plays enthusiastically, but chills out and doesn’t beg for attention when I have to shift my focus away from him. Unlike my other dogs, he is not a counter-surfer. It’s almost too good to be true, and now I’m lax about leaving food around, something I’ll regret when some of his more accomplished counter-surfing friends visit.

With that, I’ll wind up and wish you all the best for the holiday season. Be kind, be grateful, and make it a mission to leave everyone you come in contact with happier than they were. I hope this letter has left you happier than when you started reading it.


“I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long-term happiness to our lives. I’m not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I’m not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks.”

― His Holiness the Dalai Lama


Wishing you Peace, Joy, and Lasting Happiness,

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Happy Holidays – 2023

Joy to the World!

“Joy to the World!” photo: Heidi Visser

Wishing You Peace and Joy Always, Robin

The life of a working dog

Click here for the full text of my Holiday letter. Or not.

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Happy Holidays – 2022

May Your Holidays be
Full of Light and Joy

Coming home

Sundog


I slept and dreamt
that life was joy.

I awoke and saw
that life was service.

I acted and behold,
service was joy.

Rabindranath Tagore

For those of you who are interested, this is a link to my annual holiday letter.

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Happy Holidays – 2021

The beautiful muted color of late November.

May Peace and Love Fill
Your Holidays with Joy

Lights, natural and otherwise

Angus 2007 – 2021

For those of you who are interested, this is a link to my annual holiday letter.

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Reflections on Hunting Season 2021

Moonset on Opening Day

November is a special time for me. This year it meant closing the garden up the day before Thanksgiving (thanks, climate change!) and also deer season. I’ve hunted deer all my life and it never gets easier to pull the trigger but as a carnivore, I want to stay connected to my food. I also spend time with men I have hunted with, some since I was a boy. I’ve not posted the photos of the dead deer to avoid offense but I’ve posted photos of opening morning. (I have put some photos of deer and hunters along with a longer written piece here about the men I hunt with and my feelings as I’m hunting.) I hunted my family farm long enough to see brush turn into forest and to see the results of the soil conservation measures my father took when he started farming in 1948. While aging isn’t for the faint of heart and I have my share of aches and pains, I also have the honor of seeing the arc of change and it fills me with awe and humility. I lead a charmed life and this is the time of year that I feel it the most. I hope you have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Sunrise
A doe passing
The garden bedded down for winter

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In Memoriam: Angus

April 12, 2007 – October 7, 2021

I’m beginning this memoriam in Angus’ last hours. He’s lying at my feet and seems to be at peace. Six months ago, he had a series of small strokes and his kidneys started to fail and so his passing has long been on my mind. As he lost weight and mobility, I was keenly aware of the contract we make with the animals we bring into our lives: that we will know when their suffering is too much and act accordingly. With Angus, it was a simple test, wagging tail and smiling eyes. And he has passed that test every day until today.

He was endowed with such joy and peace! Even as his kidneys failed and he was getting up many times a night to pee, he always took the opportunity to patrol the place at least once. I might miss one of the guests coming into the cabin but Angus, despite being almost totally deaf, would greet them. Even yesterday when we were at Veigh’s for lunch, he had to sniff around the yard and sniff his pal Izzy’s butt before I lifted him back into the car.

Angus with his mom, Daisy, and some of his littermates

They say the best we can hope for is a good life with compressed morbidity. He certainly has had a good life and brought joy to all he encountered. The pains of old age didn’t stop him from feeling joy. He would hobble around the place, eyes smiling and tail wagging. Until today. I hoped he would go gently into that good night on his own. He was better in the morning—a brief wag of the tail—but it was clear he wasn’t the same. “Never too soon and only a minute too late,” is what an old friend told me. I think I can say I found that balance. Huge thanks to Dr. Eric Putman who took time out from his surgery day to console us both before sedating Angus and giving us some last time together.

My life is divided into my four dogs. All have lived to be 14 and all have been fine teachers. Angus came into my life 14 years ago as a gift from my dear friends, Sandy and Louis Maine. Angus’ full name is “Angus, Retriever of Love” and was born of “Daisy Loves a Lot.” He has lived up to his name and lineage. Despite not being neutered, he was an incredibly gentle dog and was never in a serious fight. He seemed to be able to approach people and know quickly whether his advances were welcome.

Dylan and Angus
A very young Juneau and Angus

He loved to play and would get down as low as he could go to encourage smaller dogs to not be intimidated so they would be comfortable playing with him.

He always reminded me, by example, that the true joy in life is giving…although that did not extend to sharing his dinner.

He arrived in my life just as I was moving into the new house. Having had dogs that have been wanderers, I installed an invisible fence around 10 acres of the place and a dog door. It was, if I don’t say so myself, a perfect place for dogs! And Angus had many friends to came to visit for the day, the night or the week. His sister, Mieta, and later his niece, Penny, were often here (and he at their place, too); Juneau, his best friend; Ely and Gogol; Toby, Sophie, Thomas, a cat who thought he was a dog, and Frank, a cat who was very much a cat; Chip, Isla, and Snow; Sidka; Obie; and lots of others who came with their people or just on their own. It was very much a doggy day camp.

Front row: Toby, Sophie, & Angus;
Second row: Me, Thomas, Carrie, and Frank
 Mieta, Penny, and Angus
Chip (Upper left), Angus (upper right), Juneau (middle), and Isla (bottom)

A new chapter in my life will begin. I won’t have to worry about whether he’ll be too hot or too cold in the car. I will be able to travel and spend a night away from home, something I haven’t done this year. I will take advantage of the freedom but it will always be bittersweet.

A light has gone out of the world but his presence and the lessons he brought will remain. I will smile while I cry for his loss, but I will cry rivers. Here’s to you, fine friend, may the light you brought to world remain in memory and inspire good in all creatures.

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What I Know: An Opinion

 

I am catching up on some Daily Show episodes I missed when I was away for a week and I was particularly taken by one of their pieces on the recent Brexit vote. It was interviews with a dozen or so people who had “voter remorse” and explained that they had not expected the “Leave” side to win so felt safe to vote Leave as a protest vote.

I was in Ireland during the vote and saw some of the coverage there with my Irish friends. For a moment I felt like that gave me some “special” knowledge about it because I was “there.” As I saw the coverage here I realized it was much the same. It’s certainly true that the impact on Ireland is orders of magnitude greater than here in the US, but that didn’t mean the coverage was different. It got me thinking once again about the information I use to form opinions.

The Daily Show coverage resonated with me because it fit in with my view of the world. I viewed the “Leave” case as being based on partial truths and lies and appealing to people’s discouragement with government. Much of the coverage I saw, or at least saw and remembered, supported this point of view.

The question I started asking myself was, “What do I really know about the EU and Britain’s relationship with it?” The answer to that is fairly straight forward: I know what I hear on the media streams I choose to glean for information. For me, National Public Radio is my most trusted source of information. I find its coverage “unbiased” but that is only because its biases are in harmony with my biases. Fox News seems biased because the conclusions they arrive at are different than my own and I suspect they report things that aren’t true. To a lesser extent MSNBC and Democracy Now don’t resonate either, but I don’t mistrust their “facts.”

Having said that, I wonder how I came to that conclusion? Did I “fact check” Fox? Probably not, instead I probably heard it fact checked on some other media stream. Do I fact check NPR? No. How does one “fact check” anyway? I’ve never been to Afghanistan or Iraq or Nigeria or even Flint, MI. I can only check “facts” that are reported by someone else. Ultimately we have to use the preponderance of evidence rather than facts, but more often than not, what we believe is based on who we believe.

Fiction (aka lies) aside, there are a vast number of facts and experiences that have relevance to a story and reporters and news curators must make decisions on which ones they report and send on to the audience. Judgments must be made and these result in an inevitable bias. As one journalist once said, “We can never be unbiased; the best we can do is to be ‘fair.’”

More than ever, media covers the “impact” of an event as much as the facts. Mass shootings are covered with interviews with the victims’ families, funerals, the outrage. More than facts this visceral reaction stimulates our emotional reaction. These visceral reactions can lead to good legislation, but Hitler rose to power not on facts but on emotional appeal.

So where does this leave me? First, it leaves me less confident that I know much of anything. To those who know me, this may come as a surprise as I do tend to state my opinions with confidence. I’m a master of self-deception. A mentor once said to me, “You said that with a lot of authority. Are you sure that’s true?” It was a pivotal moment for me. I realized that the less sure I was of something, the more authority I would add to my tone of voice. To this day, I use it as personal BS meter: I’ll say something, hear that tone of authority, and say, “Wait a minute, I take that back. I think I’m extrapolating beyond the data.”

Clearly this revelation has not stopped me from developing opinions. What it has done is help me remember that they are just opinions, not some ultimate truth. I still have trouble reinterpreting facts to allow my opinions to evolve and change, but I’m getting better at it.

Ultimately it’s how this plays out in how I live my life, that’s important. As someone who was once a strident activist, how do I approach controversial issues? Over the last 5 or 6 years I have been teaching (read learning) alternative and renewable energy at SUNY Canton. One of the biggest issues facing the North Country is wind power. At a cursory glance, it’s hard to see what’s not to like; the wind is there, why not use it? It’s not like we are going to slow down the spinning of the earth by adding air resistance (or at least we don’t think so).

However, there are significant issues, both for the community it’s sited in and the environment at large. And then there’s the wind business itself. What determines a person’s opinion about wind is as much how they weight the downsides against the upsides as it is the facts (and fictions) that they believe. One technical method for this weighting is Life Cycle Assessment (LCA). It tries to take into account the long term costs of development and weigh them against the benefits. I like this method not because it arrives at some unassailable answer, but because it attempts to look at the big picture and it serves as a model that can take into account new information.

Where does it break down? There are two places: the accuracy and even availability of the data, and how “intangible costs” (like environmental, health and social impacts) are weighted. As wind farms have developed, there is more and more data on things like bird kill, but there is little quantitative data on health and social effects. Recent work on the impact of wind farms on property values, much of it done here in the North Country by Martin Heintzelman and his colleagues at Clarkson University, is starting to paint a picture, but it’s not a static picture.

Health effects, on the other hand, are primarily anecdotal. Another North Country resident, Dr. Nina Pierpont, has written a book on Wind Turbine Syndrome, but the dominant opinion is that health effects are rare. It is unfortunate that no one has seen fit to do a broader epidemiological study of potential health effects because as we know from tobacco, dominant opinions can be catastrophic.

In addition, there are social and economic factors that come into play. What is the value of the viewscape of hundreds of turbines? I can’t imagine getting approval for overhead powerlines today if none existed, but now we take them for granted. Leases are given for a relatively small plot around the base of a tower, but the impact goes far beyond the base and there is no requirement that impacted neighbors be compensated, partially because we haven’t quantified the impacts on them.

Wind power is an emerging industry and, like all other renewables (with the exception of large hydropower), is not competitive with traditional fossil fuels without government subsidies. Without these subsidies, new renewable energy sources wouldn’t develop until the depletion of fossil fuels raised their cost to a point where renewables could compete. Government incentives are designed to fast track the industry and get it competitive long before market forces could, maybe even before the world experiences serious impacts from climate change.

Finally there is the business of wind. Most of the wind power developed in the North Country is being done by Iberdrola, a Spanish company that dominates the wind industry worldwide. As with many controversial developments, these companies are less than transparent and tend to seek a foothold before going public with their plans. They have been accused of clandestine tactics such as offering leases to government leaders even if the potential for wind on that land is minimal. They operate in secrecy, insisting that lease holders sign non-disclosure agreements about what they are paid. All of these things raise red flags.

I’m sure that there are many other factors, some of which may turn out to be much more critical than the preceding inventory, at play. So I’m left with two options: evaluate the scanty evidence, weighted to my biases, and come up with an opinion, or withhold judgment. Opinions, flawed and otherwise, are what shape our future. Not having an opinion is like the “no-action” alternative, it plays a role in shaping the future, too.

At this point, I support wind power in general but there are places where it’s not appropriate.  I believe there should be changes in the process of development to address local concerns and openness would go a long way to allow the development of wind in a harmonious and appropriate manner. And I remain open to new facts and new points of view.

Wind power was a good issue for me to use to demonstrate the shift in my process. The progressive faction with which I identify is somewhat split on the issue, so like a good statesman, I am held upright by forces from both sides. On other issues, I have not yet become so pliable. On taxation and the redistribution of wealth, for example, I’m pretty dogmatic, supporting Bernie and Elizabeth Warren without a lot of fact collection and analysis.

I want to leave you with what started this inquiry back in 1974. I was listening to the ZBS radio serial, The Fourth Tower of Inverness, and one of the last parts was a reading of Hsin Hsin Ming. This quote stuck like a grain of sand in my shoe.

“If you wish to see the truth, then hold no opinions for or against anything. To set up what you like against what you dislike is the disease of the mind.”

Hsin Hsin MingVerses on the Faith Mind by The 3rd Zen Patriarch, Sengstau

 

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