Blackout

Some weeks ago Mary heard a loud bang just as the lights went out. Central Hudson crews arrived shortly thereafter and began examining the transformer serving the group of houses around us. I wandered over to ask questions and learned the bang came from a high-voltage fuse atop a pole 800 feet from our house.

With all the power cables underground, the crews were locating the transformer just upstream of the problem, with the intent of disconnecting it and restoring power to everybody else. That took a few hours for our service, but folks up the hill remained in the dark maybe six more hours.

The paint on the transformer enclosures has been weathering for many decades, but I spotted this one up the hill that looks different from all the rest:

The scorched half of the enclosure pivots upward to reveal the high-voltage disconnect switch, fuses, and low-voltage connections. I think something went badly wrong in there and the transformer overheated to the point of insulation failure, whereupon the short circuit blew the HV fuse half a mile away down the hill.

I hope it’s not the beginning of a trend …