Good Soak

Just when  I was starting to worry that we were headed into a repeat of last year's drought.

The big system that came through last night gave us only a spatter lasting less than a minute.

This morning we heard from neighbors in Whitewater about the storm that hit there. Many trees down and much of the town without power for a long enough time to cause Walmart to dump all its frozen food. No damage at 275 N. Esterly, although Vi had some big limbs come down.

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Good day for working on the porch, although working on the porch should probably not be described as good— it's hard on the appendages. It does feel good, however, to know that all the primer has been applied.

It felt even better to have our first nice outdoor shower, after work.

Greetings From Sunny Manitoulin

Fun in the Sun, our new tourist  promotion—the Merry Month of May, Never a Cloud in the Sky. (Just don't mention blackflies.) MUCH warmer today, and even a little humid. And sunny. Did I mention sunny?

Work, such as it was, was dedicated to the screened porch—any other outside work prohibited by the flies.

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In spite of his illness Murray has been busy with his new ATV—in the past few days he has dropped five big poplars which have been threatening the lane. He shoots an arrow with fishing line attached over a high limb, pulls a rope up, runs the rope through various snatch blocks and eventually back to his quad, and then uses the ATV to jerk the tree down. It seems to work like a charm, with no danger to the participants.

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Saving Arcadia
Heather Shumaker
Wayne State University Press, 2017

A review by Jim Nies

Some books are hard to read because it’s impossible to sit still while reading them—they make you want to get up and start doing things. The book Saving Arcadia, by Heather Shumaker, is that kind of book, at least for me. I squirmed in my chair the whole time reading it…wanting to be outside getting stuff done.

Arcadia in this book refers to an area in the state of Michigan, along the Lake Michigan coast, from Frankfort up towards Traverse City, just south of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore.

Back in 1969 the biggest energy company in the state, Consumers Power Company, began buying land there.

For local businesses, cottagers, and farmers who called the place home, not selling was not an option— resistance was met with a bigger offer or the veiled threat of eminent domain; and over the next several years Consumers ended up owning more than 6,000 acres of lakeshore—giant dunes, forest (hemlock, pine, beech, black cherry, and maple), and dozens of farms which, since first settlement in the 1860s, had been adapted to growing the most suitable crops—sweet and tart cherries, apples, peaches and grapes.

Consumers wanted to flood the whole area for a pumped storage hydro plant. But Consumers was not a nice company. Eventually, like its role model Enron, it started doing especially bad things, and eventually the corporate edifice came tumbling down. Consumers Power found itself in deep financial trouble and in court.

That left over 6,000 acres of beautiful Michigan land, and the people who lived, worked, and recreated on it, and those who farmed it, pretty much up for grabs. The buildings were bulldozed, some logging contracts were let (diminishing the forest by selective cutting), and short-term leases were offered on farmland, resulting in inappropriate, quick cash crops like corn rather than long-term investment crops like cherries. Over time things like garlic mustard and spotted knapweed invaded and  “No Trespassing” signs faded to illegibility. The place was a shambles, and rumors of condos and golf courses kept people awake at night.

Some twenty years after Consumers Power began buying Arcadia land, Rotary Charities of Traverse City (a few miles north of the property) decided to establish a new organization, The Grand Traverse Regional Land Conservancy. With the little startup money provided by the Rotary this fledgling organization hired a director and a small staff. By the end of its first year the Conservancy had 492 members and a backlog of projects. By its fourth year of operation the organization had more than 2,300 members and was able to hire a “land protection specialist” (our author).

In late 1999 Ms. Shumaker, finding time between other chores, pieced together aerial photographs (this was pre-Google) of the southern portion of her responsibility and was stunned to see a huge contiguous piece of vacant property—two miles of shoreline, 700 acres of dunes, 2,000 acres of forest, and 3,300 acres of farmland. She, and eventually the whole Conservancy, began to concentrate intense, tireless energy on this remarkable preservation opportunity.

What an effort, what a story. Intense fundraising, endless negotiations with Consumers Power, countless meetings, and always work and more work to bring more and more people into the picture.

Big donors came forward, and several foundations gave their backing, but the need to raise over $30 million remained daunting. Over time, thousands of people from all walks of life got behind the project—affluent cottagers, farmers, birdwatchers, hikers, bikers, grade school kids; especially families whose love of the land went back generations. The staff at Camp Arcadia, a long established denominational family camp set itself the goal of raising $20,000 and, remarkably, did so by putting on a $100/plate locally sourced harvest dinner.

Of course, there’s a difference between working to buy a piece of land and actually owning it and being its steward, and as time passed the Conservancy adjusted to its new role. Area farmers worked with the Conservancy to write conservation easements and eventually bought back the farmland once taken by the power company. Hundreds of people stepped forward to volunteer as stewards and to help on reclamation projects.

This huge preservation and restoration project has brought all kinds of people together, gathered them into a caring community. Throughout Arcadia there blossomed, as Shumaker says, “hope once more.”

Saving Arcadia is a great story, well told. For many readers it might, as it unfolds, bring forth a quiet cheer or secret tear. And for many it will make us antsy to get going on some projects of our own.

On top of that, it’s just good to be reminded in these divided times that a group of people can come together to accomplish extraordinary things.

 

 

 

 

Mix of...Stuff

Sun and clouds.  A very brief shower. Warm in places, cold in others, with a fire in the stove right now.

M'Chigeeng for some paint. Porch work. Removal of a big balsam that was causing eye sores along the road between us and Donna and Al. Etcetera.

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And here is a rough draft of just the first part of the review of the book I just finished, Saving Arcadia. Tomorrow I will plan on posting the complete, edited review.

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Saving Arcadia

Some books are hard to read because it’s impossible to sit still while reading them—they make you want to get up and start doing things. The book Saving Arcadia, by Heather Shumaker, is that kind of book, at least for me. I squirmed in my chair the whole time reading it…wanting to be outside getting stuff done.

Arcadia in this book refers to an area in the state of Michigan, along the Michigan coast, from Frankfort up towards Traverse City, just south of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore.

Back in 1969 the biggest energy company in the state, Consumers Power Company, began buying land there.

For local businesses, cottagers, and farmers who called the place home, not selling was not an option—any resistance was met with a bigger offer or the threat of eminent domain; and over a decade or more Consumers ended up owning well over 6,000 acres of lakeshore—giant dunes, forest (hemlock, pine, beech, black cherry, and maple), and dozens of farms which, since first settlement, had been adapted to growing the most suitable crops—sweet and tart cherries, apples, peaches and grapes.

Consumers watned to flood the whole area for a pumped storage hydro plant. But Consumers was not a nice company. Eventually, like its role model Enron, it started doing especially bad things, and eventually the corporation came tumbling down. Consumers Power found itself broke and in court.

That left over 6,000 acres of beautiful Michigan land, and the people who lived and recreated and farmed it pretty much out in left field. "Now what?" everyone wondered.

 

 

Black Flies

Yes,  there are always flies in the ointment. The black flies (aka no-seeums) come first but only last a week or so. Though tiny, they have a big bite and leave welts. Once they are done it's the mosquitoes turn, but since conditions have been dry, they may be minimally annoying this year. Once the skeeters are gone it's the horse flies, which, although nasty, can be managed by wearing, socks, long pants, and a hat. After the horseflies....

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Porch work has begun (mostly Mimi). Stain, paint, battens. Also more garden planting—beans, and in pots, cilantro, basil, and the hot peppers grown last year at Pinebox.

Cocktails on the lower deck this evening.

Bright, intense sun. No humidity and no wind. We could use a little rain.

Trillium Grandiflorum...

...in the maple forest along the north shore of Lake Kagawong.  

Cold and cloudy morning, but warmed by a small fire in the stove and a dose of Bubba’s World Famous Waffles. Sun back out by one, so a trip to the maple forest where Mud Creek meets the north shore of Lake Kagawong—and where it is possible to walk among a possibly uniquely massive spread of Trillium grandiflorum. But we were early this year, with only some of the flowers open and some still in bud. Which means we can look forward to returning in a week or two. (Trillium breaks bud and flowers forth before the maples have fully leaved out, thus blocking most of the sunlight from the forest floor.)

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Lake Kagawong at Mud Creek.  Photo courtesy of Sue.

Lake Kagawong at Mud Creek.  Photo courtesy of Sue.

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BWFWs.

Another Perfect Day

Bright sun, temp in the sixties.  

A few light, passing showers last night, but otherwise, since we've been here, sunny skies. Oddly enough, things are dry.

Lots of mergansers this year. Sometimes I hear voices—people talking—only to realize it's just the ducks gabbling. 

Lots of mergansers this year. Sometimes I hear voices—people talking—only to realize it's just the ducks gabbling. 

First boat in the marina. 

First boat in the marina. 

Pile being whittled down to size.

Pile being whittled down to size.

Visited the fibre art showcase this morning at the Park Centre, but found it lacking in excitement. The farmers market guy with the hot sauce was providing lunch, however, and his homemade quiche was very good.

Regarding dinner, fired up the grill for the first time.  

No Fire In The Stove This Morning

And windows open this afternoon.  

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The sand in our part of the bay is a bit grainer than what people normally expect.

The sand in our part of the bay is a bit grainer than what people normally expect.

And, on the water at last.

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Almost done gravelling, too. Thing is, we have a lot left over, maybe a third of the pile. I'm pretty sure that  no mater what your order from Randy Noble—in my case 5 yards—you get a dump-truck-full. But no worries, because there's always a need for gravel, and over time every chunk and chip will find a good home.

My Side of the Mountain

Either the Mountain Came to Muhammed (Francis Bacon), or it's a Magical Mountain (Thomas Mann), but either way it's a lot to shovel.

I figure it will take us two days. Of course, a typical day consists of coffee/breakfast/news-reading from 8 to 10, a forty-five minute nap from 1 to 2, and a work-quitting time of 4.

Chilly, cloudy start to the day, but by shovel time it was actually too sunny and warm to make shoveling fun. (I will not admit that we were roused out of the sack by the rumbling of a large diesel engine belonging to a Randy Noble dump truck.)

You may be wondering about the very substantial balsam fir tree rather prominently positioned in the space to be occupied by the lean-to shed.

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Also today, the plastic wrap came off the porch, and, as evening settled in, we thought about sitting there.

My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George, btw.

Did I order too much gravel?

Warming Trend?

Maybe.  

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At least at various times and in various places it seemed warmer. But that’s nothing compared to the steam coming off the potted coreopsis as Sue watered them on the front deck this morning. It turns out that, under the kitchen sink, I had hooked up the hot water dishwasher supply to the outside hose bib, and the cold water hose supply to the dishwasher. Easily remedied by contortions under the sink with a flashlight clamped in the teeth. And, I suspect, the still dormant coreopsis rather appreciated the warm-up.

Also today, Sue spotted a little pine squirrel—the first we’ve seen. Tamiasciurus. Pelage very reddish. And that brings up lots of questions—where have you been, what have you been doing, why are you red, how are things going?

Also today I set up a VPN. When in Whitewater, we have been watching and enjoying the Dr. Blake Mysteries on Netflix, and we have been getting most of our TV news from MSNBC via DirecTVNow, neither of which are available in Canada. (Note: We canned our regular 233,436,387,484 channel Direct TV account in favor of the much cheaper, and more limited, streaming version.) This Virtual Personal Network I set up spoofs both Netflix and DirecTVNow into thinking we are really in New Jersey. And that doesn’t bother me in the least since we pay for both services and I was born in that state.

Lucious leftovers being served up now, and then after dinner, an episode of Dr. Blake!

Lean-to

Plus dinner guests.

 I’ve been thinking about adding a lean-to shed on the road-side side of the garage as a place to keep things like wheelbarrow, excess lumber, potting soil, lawnmower, bicycles, and suchlike. I’ve been thinking it would be a fun and doable project for the two of us, but I've also thinking it might be good to have a little professional help, so I was occasionally thinking about Kerry Chatwell.

 Here on the Island when you start thinking about someone, maybe wanting that person to contact you, what you mainly have to do it just think a little more and then wait a day or two.

Last week, thinking about Kerry, I bumped into him at the Vaulmart deli counter in Gore Bay and asked him if he might be interested in a little side job. He expressed interest and said he would stop over to take a look. Hearing that. I suggested dinner be part of the visit. So tonight Kerry and Sandra joined us for one of Sue's spectacular Sunday-type dinners complete with Apple/Cranberry pie.

Cloudy all day and very chilly.

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Slow Progress, But Progress Nonetheless

Little by little things are getting done.  

Mum’s in Mindemoya for breakfast. Water sample dropped off at Bureau de Santé. A few hardware items picked up at the hardware store, a few groceries from the grocery store, and a little bit of dog food from the dog food store. (Mindemoya has it all.)

Meanwhile:  Work on the wall hanging. Work on installing and wiring a new ceiling fan (actually on the end of the old iceboat boom).

Meanwhhile, continued cold, mostly sunny, and breezy.

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The tapestry on the right is not yet finished, but is nearing completion—yet to come a sailboat and a cabin.

I think we are looking at an heirloom, and there is no doubt that once hung this double-sided arras will significantly improve cabin acoustics.

And, finally, the waterfall video. Couldn't get YouTube to work, so had to use Vimeo.

Water Falls

Peas planted, a few projects worked on, a first visit to the dump, and then a walk up to the falls—all on a bright, windy, and very chilly day. Lots of water falling, and everything chisled in sunlight.

I've been trying to upload a video of the falls, but so far with no success. The proper approach is probably to decide that when in Kagawong, things like paper, pencils, bound books, and meditation are the appropriate technologies.

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Norther

Very cold and windy this morning, with a threat of rain.  By late afternoon, clouds gone, though wind remains. The Osburn stove is earning its keep, for sure.

High water and big waves rolling in from the north are redesigning the beachs all along Mudge Bay, which is as it should be. You never quite know what's next.

Mostly indoor projects today, although Pax did inform a raccoon that greener pasture were elsewhere.

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GoreB

GoreB

Where Is Tamia?

Tamiasciurus that is.  Our little pine squirrel, so busy last fall. I'm trying to write a story about her and want to see her in action before I continue. But she is not here, and I'm trying to determine what's up—still dormant, moved away, or didn't survive the winter?

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Deck sweeping, leaf raking, driveway repair, etcetera, after a morning spent in Gore Bay stocking up on comestibles, picking up the 2.5 Merc taken in for repair last fall, catching up with Norm and Mark at the boat yard, and checking up on Heliotrope. The boat appears to have wintered well, though she does seem a bit anxious to get back in the water.

Housewarming

Clearing and then very cold last night.  Fire in the stove since we got here, but now the house is WARM. Only wee little fires necessary from now on, I'm quite sure. But I hope we still need some.

Lovely day—sunny, with winds light and variable. Chilly, but warm in the sun. Quiet—the only sounds being an occasional distant dog bark, various bird calls, and a rustle now and then of a zeypher in the treetops. Oh, and the whine, slowly building, of swarming midges.

Pax is enjoying himself, but so far has not run off or killed anything.

The rest of us are getting things squared away—everything in its place and a place for everything. The flood has been removed from memory (thanks to Sue's efforts). I got reacquainted with most of my tools, got them where they need to be, and then had the pleasure of executing a little epoxy job—re-glassing the aft hatch on the Wood Duck.

Cocktails on at the Zen spot watching zephyrs, along with a pair of loons and a brightly clad male merganser who was fishing furiously.

Regarding wildlife: no bears and no reports of sightings so far; two stray dogs (not vicious) who cost Sue a hour or so of driving around on an identity search; pileated woodpecker (and several other smaller peckers heard but not seen); sandhill cranes (heard); woodcock (heard); loons (a pair, seen and heard); many mergansers; gulls, a kingfisher, and our voluble resident wren.

Recommendation: The Blog called “Pod Save America” and the recent episode that includes an interview with Minnesota Senator Amy Klobuchar. What a bright, articulate, funny, and well-informed person. She has my vote for Prez in 2020.

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Tyson's creek. It is actually flowing quite vigorousy.

Tyson's creek. It is actually flowing quite vigorousy.

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Well That Was Easy...

...not.  

Light rain all the way until Little Current, then heavy rain, but eventually easing up. 

The village seems to have survived the winter. Oddly, half a dozen cars at the falls, perhaps because the riverr’s roaring, or possibly smelt?

Serendipity Lane passable—pot holes not too bad. 

At the compound, all buildings standing, and no major trees down. Some erosion, bug no real damage. Swales are full, and rivulets running. Big lake water level is high, with substantial rise yet to come.

Water line reconnection more difficult than normal. Took over an hour with the Guzzler to bring water up to the jet pump—slight air leak in the connecting hose probably cause. In spite of the cold, rain, and mud we persevered.

Then—once water to the jet pump and the jet pump working and sending water up to the house—a faculty connection to the upstairs toilet causing a rainstorm in the lower bathroom, while down below, a spray nozzle popping off a hose under the kitchen sink massively flooding the kitchen.

Apart from that, no problems.

The vehicles are unloaded. A fire is crackling in the stove, and we have hot and cold running water! 

(N.B. The outdoor shower is not yet functional.)

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Road Toads

Some sun, but mostly fog, mist, and rain all the way to St. Ignace. Water everywhere—rivers flooded, fields flooded, Green Bay as high as I have ever seen it. I'm thinking we may have to raise the Kagawong pump-house to avoid electrical problems.

Fun to be here at this time of year when all is just awakening. Cornish (Upper Peninsula) pasty for dinner.

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Midge clouds, all along Highway 35 from Marinette/Menominee to Escanaba—out weeks earlier than our Kagawong crowd.

Midge clouds, all along Highway 35 from Marinette/Menominee to Escanaba—out weeks earlier than our Kagawong crowd.

Thanks to Mimi for photos.

Loaded

A day of somewhat tedious packing, loading, clearing out, cleaning, and prepping Whitewater for it's fallow period. On the down side, too much lifting mixed in with the tediousness. On the up side, a modicum of fun trying to solve the puzzle of getting everything stowed. Also some fun in having have unlimited opportunity to mess around with rope and bungee cords.

I believe we are set for an early departure tomorrow, en route to points north. Perhaps we'll escape the cold, wind-whipped drizzle that bedeviled today's preparations.

In other words, a day spent fixing to get ready to go.

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Grand Party

Ellie birthday, and Katy too, approximately. Summer kickoff. And Will soccer game. And off to Canada. Etcetera. 

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Nasty, cold, windy, rainy day. The wind, the cold, and the mud of Will's soccer match brought back memories. But afterward,  back at the house, all warm, dry, lively, and delicious.