ARNOVA, Thanksgiving, Family Christmas

I attended the ARNOVA meeting a few weeks ago in Philadelphia. I have been going to the annual meetings of the Association for Research on Nonprofit Organizations and Voluntary Action for decades, every since I started in university fund raising and teaching. This year I even participated in the Friday Night Bash and, as you see in the photo, won a NoBell Prize for my spoof on non-theory. My little Liberty Bell award is now hanging on our Christmas tree. In was a cold, lovely few days in the City of Brotherly Love. I skipped some sessions and walked to Independence Hall in the snow one afternoon.

Thanksgiving has come and gone.
We smoked a turkey in the backyard in Gainesville, hiked on our favorite trail, and spent a few days in Cedar Key. There was certainly no snow. It was warm and sunny.



Last weekend we began our Christmas celebration. Meg, Pam, and Pam’s friend James came for four days. We trimmed the tree, hiked in the woods, visited Micanopy, had a wine and cheese tasting session on the porch, ate smoked salmon, smoked pork roast, tamales, and fig cake, and generally just laughed and talked lots. It is very nice to have Christmas start early and last for two weeks instead of a day or two.

Cedar Key Weekend and Novel Writing in November

Cedar Key was particularly lovely this weekend. The weather was coming down from a high of 87 degrees on Thursday, on its way to a low of 32 degrees tonight. The breezes were strong and balmy. No special events brought crowds to town, so it was just the few lucky wanderers who stumble upon the place when they are on their way someplace else, have a bit of extra time, and a lot of curiosity.

We saw a wood stork on the wooden driveway that stretches from the causeway to the house on the little island just before you get in town. A magnificent bird like that deserves to look regal. It did. The osprey that likes the tree near our house was there when we arrived.

Later we sat on our breezeway. Tortilla chips, salsa and cold beer at hand, we listened to the Florida football game on the radio. We don’t have television there. In fact the radio comes in only with aluminum foil on the antenna, and the antenna touching the screen door…but it worked fine for a game with a score of 56 to 6.

After the game and dinner, we took Jake for a stroll downtown and on Dock Street. We tried to get him to walk in the water at the city park beach, but he wanted to chase feral cats instead. The moon was big and made all the cats glow in the dark, I think.

It was a nice way to top off the week. Russ finished the first draft of his new novel. In the photos, he and Jake-the-Muse are working in his office at the computer. He is participating, again, in the National Novel Writing Month. Participants write a 50,000-word novel in November. He wrote his first one in 2006 and second one last November. It takes about a year after he has the draft to get them polished and published, but November seems to be the most fun part. Although he does get worn out from all that imagining and the other photos, he and Jake are resting in a yoga relaxation pose, trying to get their shoulders loose from all the typing. You can order the novels that are already out by going to his website www.lighthallbooks.com.

Beyond the Adirondack Crescent

Last Tuesday, Russ and I did a presentation about our cheese project for Prime Time, a program at Santa Fe College here in Gainesville. About 25 people attended. We talked about how we decided to start researching "The New American Cheese", what we have done so far...our visits to museums, cheese conferences, cheese festivals, cheese farmsteaders. We were a bit surprised by how much we have already learned, and how some it was quite different from what we had expected. For example, we have yet to meet anyone who went into the cheese business because they loved cheese...but several have did because they loved the animals. And...who would guess that you could carve the skyline of Chicago out of cheese?

We ended the presentation with a sampling of six American artisan cheeses. That may have been the part that made us a hit and got us asked to do another presentation in the spring...that time about our Camino experience.

Back to Prague

I visited Prague again last week. There is a post and some photos on Peg's Prague Blog about my experiences.

To hear a recording of Czech folk music from the "Get Out the Vote" rally that we attended on Old Town Square, click here.

A Camino Presentation

On Monday October 13, the day after my mom would have turned 92 and two days after Aunt Pat turned 88, Russ and I did a presentation about our Camino experience. (Notice Carol, Vic, Karen, and Aunt Pat's party hats in the picture from the birthday celebration.) We talked to the Gainesville chapter of the National Association of Retired and Active Federal Employees.

It was great fun. People asked a ton of questions about what we brought, what we wore, where we stayed, what we ate…about our packs and our gear. Their feedback on our photos was wonderful and we totally enjoyed the experience.

In the photos, you will see that some of the Narfians, like Barb, even tried on our equipment.

A Clam Farming Presentation

Last Sunday, after the Nature Coast Birding and Wildlife Experience, our Gainesville Slow Food Convivium came to Cedar Key for a presentation about clam farming by Leslie Sturmer from the Multi-County Aquaculture Extension Service. As we've mentioned in previous posts, the Slow Food group has visited several local farms, and clam farms fit the pattern in their own way.

When net fishing was banned off Florida's coasts, Cedar Key fishermen began clam farming. Cedar Key is now one of the premier producers of farm-raised clams in the country.

Of course, clam farms aren't quite like vegetable farms. The farmers start with a lunch-bag size sack of thousands of seed clams. They hold them in a nursery table through which they pump a continuous flow of Gulf water until the baby clams are big enough not to slip through the net bag in which they are then staked to the bottom of the Gulf in the underwater farms that the farmers lease from the State.

In a year and a half or so, the very heavy bags are harvested full of grown clams!

Pretty nifty farm visit, which was followed by an spectacular clam feast and Pot Luck dinner at our Cedar Key house. We had about 35 people in our little house, and, as you might imagine with a bunch of folks who believe food should be slow, good, clean, and fair...wonderful pot luck treats.

Cedar Key's Annual Nature Coast Birding and Wildlife Experience

Last weekend was the annual Nature Coast Birding and Wildlife Experience in Cedar Key. On Friday, we participated in the afternoon Native Plant Walk on Atsena Otie, which is the island just off the coast of Cedar Key where the town used to be until the Great Storm of 1899 washed it away and killed almost all the residents. Before the storm, there was a large factory on Atsena Otie where the Eberhard Faber company made slats from the native cedar trees. The pencils were hauled the short distance back to Cedar Key by barge, loaded on trains, and shipped around the country.

After the Great Storm, the factory was never rebuilt, people resettled on the bigger island of Cedar Key, and the major industry was the making of brooms from palms. Actually, Cedar Key was a thriving community until the railroad diverted to Tampa in the late 1920s. Until then, it was a major port for trade with Cuba and Latin America.

In fact, in the 1930s, my Quinn grandparents came here from Rochester and took a ship to Cuba to celebrate their 25th Anniversary. Nine months later, my uncle Mike was born...so the story goes.

Anyway, back to last weekend. The highlight of the hike on Atsena Otie, as usual, was the mosquitoes! We took a boat over and were immediately swarmed when we got ashore. Along the beach, it was only irksome. But inland, it was amazing. Having been there several times before, I wore long pants and long sleeves, and had a hood as well as a hat. I suffered less than the others. The legs of one woman in the group, who was wearing shorts, were covered with little black mosquitoes. Most of our group of about 12 went back by the beach, but those of us who continued had a great walk with Colette Jacono, our guide. Her enthusiasm for the plants practically overcame the annoyance of the mosquitoes ...practically

Friday evening there was a clam feast and a presentation about bird migration. Really nice. Saturday, another Native Plant hike, with few mosquitoes, an equally enthusiastic group of learners, and equally dynamic presentation by Colette. In the evening, Jake's veterinarian, Dawn Miller, brought a dozen or so birds of prey from her sanctuary to show to the 30 or so attendees. And we had another delightful dinner. Very nice, even though there were so many events that we had to skip the bird walks and boating trips, and the kayaking, in favor of plants and feeding the mosquitoes. The photos show Dawn with a hawk and two of the attendees, Peggy and Jennifer, with a small Great-Horned Owl.

Maps of our Camino Trek Route

Here is a map of France and Spain which shows the primary Camino/Chemin route in yellow. We walked, approximately,the two sections that we marked in blue. The first is from Figeac to Moissac. From there we caught a train and jumped ahead to St. Jean Pied de Port. From there we walked over the Pyrenees and ended in Pamplona.

The next two maps show the places we stayed each night.

Labor Day Weekend in Star Lake

Labor Day Weekend has brought a mini-crowd back to Star Lake for an end of summer get together. We had dinner at the Twin Lakes Hotel Friday night with 8 friends and at the Windfall Restaurant on Saturday night with 18!

Windfall is a crossroads three miles off Route 3 with a handful of houses. It is named for a huge blowdown of trees cut by a tornado in 1845. At Windfall is a chef-owned restaurant, by the same name, featuring local foods…to the degree possible in this region where the growing season is really, really short. It is at the crossroads of the Tooley Pond Road, with its six waterfall hikes in 12 unpaved miles, and the road to Newton Falls, where the paper mill that was closed for years recently reopened...despite which, the town continues to look quite ghosty. The place seems an unlikely location for a successful restaurant, proving that reality can beat likeliness in the Adirondacks.

In the bar, folks played darts and a jam session was getting started. A frosty mug of Stella or IPA cost $2.25. Better yet, we got “premium mystery beer” for $1. The first two bottles were a Red Stripe and a lemonade-flavored beer (not quite as bad as it sounds, sort of like a wheat beer.) The next round included Sam Adams and Yuengling. Good food too. Go chef!

To counterbalance the beer and food, we have been hiking. Here are some pictures from along the Oswegatchie River trail between Inlet and Wanakena, and on the Old Wanakena Road to the Big Fill.

Dog Days of August, Adirondack Style

Even though it is too cold most days for the water to tempt a Floridian in for a dip, getting on or near the water every day has been part of the North Country adventure. We have been kayaking and canoeing on Star Lake, watching fall color arrive along the Little River Falls and Heath Pond, scaring the loons despite best efforts not to, and walking to Save Our Schoolhouse.