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    In late 2004 I looked for an activity at home to 
    keep me busy during times when I would not be able to fly.  Joan had 
    started to take helicopter lessons and outside at the airport it was too cold to work at 
    the unheated hangar on the Kitfox, which of course asked for some maintenance 
    here and there. Amateur Radio or HAM Radio as some call it had been on my 
    list of future interests. So why not !! I got the necessary books and CD and 
    started to pile the rules and regulations into my head. I was delighted that 
    I could refresh some of my math skills that had been dormant since my 
    University times.  
    For 
    the Technician License, the first test  did not  need the Morse or Code 
    skill. However, why not get it all done while I am at it? After all, in my 
    teen years I had been pretty good at it. Now, what I could remember? So I started 
    to train my brain to work faster and faster on that search routine to 
    recognize the letters out of the stream of dots and dashes or "DITs" and 
    "DAHs". 
    At some moments I felt like my head was going to explode and the steady 
    stream of signals was more perceived as a torrential rain soaking all my 
    senses.  
    To get the feel for what I was getting into, I decided 
    to take the first two exams after about a month of studying. They were given 
    by the local Radio Amateur Club once a month. I found out that it was a very 
    nice group of enthusiasts that happily encouraged you to come along and take 
    part in the fun this activity is offering.  I passed the two 
    written entry tests and thus was proudly issued my official call sign.   |  | 
    Encouraged by the success 
    I kept working on the next two tests, one of them being the Morse Code which 
    I had to pass demonstrating the ability to copy at a speed of 5 words per 
    minute. Every free minute I sat down and listened to test transmissions. 
    AA9PW offered, for my taste, a very good entry program. However I found it 
    very difficult to advance from 3 to 5 words a minute and especially when 
    introducing the punctuations and extra signs besides the normal letters and 
    numbers. I tried to develop all sorts of helps to span this bridge. An old 
    HAM from our aviation electronics shop encouraged me to keep working. It is 
    all a question of time. There are no short cuts. The brain just has to 
    transition from the "recognition on demand" to the "automatic" search and 
    recognition routine. Well, shortly before our departure to Switzerland I 
    took those last two exams and to my own surprise, I PASSED ! 
    
    With the FCC license as an Extra Class Radio Amateur in my pocket Joan and I 
    flew to Switzerland for a brief stop before going on to Australia. 
    Immediately I submitted my US license to the Swiss government and to my 
    great surprise I shortly thereafter was issued my Swiss license with the  
    call sign HB9TTI. 
    The next step was to go 
    online and check whether there was a US call sign with similar lettering 
    available. As luck had it,  I found KB9TTI available. Through the Vanity 
    call sign change program it was an easy task to change the originally issued 
    US call sign to the new one I selected - KB9TTI. | 
  
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     The 
    next step after returning to the US ending our long trip through Western 
    Australia, was to put up an antenna. Our house in the mountains at the foot of Longs 
    Peak had an old TV antenna on the roof. As we had changed to a dish antenna 
    several years ago, this relic from last century was just waiting to be 
    removed. Using my cattle rope as safety line, I performed the exchange in 
    no time and had the Diamond X-50A 2m / 70cm antenna sticking into the wind. 
    All that was now needed  was a transceiver. 
    It was interesting to do 
    the research on the Internet, in the magazines and by talking to other 
    Amateur Radio guys. The final step was a trip to the Ham Radio Outlet in 
    downtown Denver. There were the experts who had the feel of the market and 
    I felt happy when I finally walked out of the shop with an ICOM  
    IC-706MK IIG. 
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     Unpacking 
    my IC-706 was one thing, but studying and applying the operating instructions 
    was another. There are so many features and possibilities of settings, that it 
    took me a while,  but 
    not without help from Bob  (W0LMA). As I intended to move to various 
    locations I decided to bundle the IC-706 together with the power supply 
    using nice little straps. In addition we happened to stumble across a neat 
    little desk that served as a starting point for the communication area in our 
    house. 
    On 
    a quiet evening I tried my first contact. Surprisingly, I found excellent 
    reception and communication to the south and southwest on the 2 meter 
    repeater connections. Living at 9000 ft, close to Allenspark, Colorado, 
    definitely had its advantages. Tapping into the vast knowledge of our new 
    friends, Ellie and Rip (NV�M), I am already planning to make use of those 
    natural towers around the house and install a dipole to allow some work on 
    the 60 to 10 meter bands. This will give me the opportunity to improve my CW 
    code skill, which at the moment is close to not really existent. 
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    | Next episode on my learning curve was the 
    installation of an antenna at our Boulder residence. While up in the 
    mountains no one was judging my choice of type and location of antennas, 
    but here in our tightly controlled environment, anyone who loves a challenge,  
    bickers  about 
    any changes made in our small neighborhood. The Architectural Committee then 
    serves as the amplifier, the last stage before the burp is broadcasted. 
    Already in spring, anticipating ample time of assessing and digesting, I had 
    unofficially circulated some photo collages on possible antenna sizes and 
    mountings. Now in summer I was kindly informed, that with all the liberation 
    of free choice of communication, they, the Committee, would refrain from 
    requesting a project submission. HOWEVER, the large 24 ft antenna would be 
    out of the question and a small variety would have to be hidden behind part 
    of the wooden front structure holding the chimneys. I could not accept this, as the antenna I had chosen was taller than the 
    structure and the antenna feed would have been excessively long.  I told 
    them I would study the proposition. |  |  Reviewing the situation I decided to work on 
    reducing the visibility and started to spray paint the Diamond X-200A antenna in 
    a camouflage 
    pattern. Then I would try to use the branches of the lush trees in the 
    back of the house to conceal the appearance. Also at that location, the 
    distance to my shack in the basement would be much shorter. As the chief of the committee 
    stopped by some time later, I was surprised that he was happy with the 
    solution. I have the suspicion that he had anticipated major complications 
    with this project. So, now I have my 
    station down in the valley in the midst of the city as well. The handy 
    little IC-706 accompanies me on my periodic migration.  |