Farmer's Market and Finished Porch

Second market of the season in Gore Bay. Limited offerings, but we did pick up some ginger cookies, rhubarb, 3 tomato plants, a whitefish fillet, and some Purvis fish dip. Pax and I got in a good walk too, around the bay from the now defunct Gordon Lodge, to the market, and then to the marina.

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Sue finished caulking the porch battens, doing all the touch-up paint work, and final cleaning. And then we got to sit out there after work and before dinner, completely bug free.

Mosquitoes are slowly replacing black flies, which is actually good.

Whitefish on the menu tonight.

Soixante-douze

But who's counting?

Giant, teenage mutant inukshuk just erected at neighbor's place. Only in Manitoulin?

Giant, teenage mutant inukshuk just erected at neighbor's place. Only in Manitoulin?

Maja's garden in Mindemoya. She makes a living off this garden, plus a few other minor resources, by providing subscribed, thematic dinners.

Maja's garden in Mindemoya. She makes a living off this garden, plus a few other minor resources, by providing subscribed, thematic dinners.

Out to Mum's for a celebratory breakfast. Then porch work.( It is almost done. We are closing in. It will look good. And we will be glad when it is over.)

A few breaks in the clouds this morning, but drizzle all afternoon.

Here's a little something John sent today:
"Be your own light. Find your own way—
It should be easy with all those candles."

Perfectly Fine Day

Sunny and pleasant. 

Vernal pool

Vernal pool

Non-rolling stone  

Non-rolling stone  

Painting battens and staining boards (for the porch). Various bits of yard work. And before you know it, not enough time to go to the dump.

All quiet again, after the long weekend. Few people about, even at the Falls. Real summer season still quite far away. Wind calm. Quite quiet, actually very quiet—in fact the only sound right now is the call of an ovenbird off in the distance.

Washout

Long weekend a pretty soggy affair. Light rain or drizzle all day. I am no longer allowed to complain about dry weather. 

Sue got a lot of sewing done; I moved some logs and read a few chapters of my current book, Sapiens: A Brief History of Mankind.

Murray and Elaine have gone back to Windsor and their concert schedule so Pax and I now walk the shoreline forrest trail all the way from their place to ours. Doing that illustrates how much the forest changes year to year. Trees are down blocking the path and requiring detours in three areas. Left to its natural state the forest here is nearly impassable, though somehow the deer are able to move through it quickly.

I think we are burning more firewood this year than any other. Though the supply is limitless, some fall splitting will be in order.

Additional note: I think I just deleted yesterday. In the blog, that is. One slip of the finger and a whole day gone. That’s revisionist history if anything is.

No, apparently yesterday still exists. That bodes well for the future.

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Laid Back Sunday Morning

Steady rain from the pre-dawn hours; continuing, with few pauses, all day. North wind bringing in a noisy surf, sometimes indistinguishable from or intermingling with, the drumming on the roof. No thunder so Pax okay.

That being the case...coffee, newspapers, an omelet, a little music, some sewing, a dog walk, and of course, a fire in the stove. Embers all day in fact rebuffing the north wind.

During an afternoon hiatus we were able to finish painting the ceiling. 

Pax and I encountered no one on our walks, but we did enjoy being part of the tranquility and naturalness of the dripping forest.

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Thought About Work...

...then thought better of it.  After all, it's the long weekend.

Sue met with her sewing expert friend in Gore Bay while I met with environmental pal, Therese. Apart from that,  we stopped in at the Burt Farm, took Pax for a walk along the east side of Mudge bay, and drove up to the west arm overlook where we ran into Al Carruthers, who got there on his quad. (He beat us home, btw, by taking the eroded, rock-strewn vertical track locally known as Woods' Hill.)

Bright and breezy, though cool and still moderately afflicted by blackflies.

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Too Cold to Paint...

...at least in the morning. Temp in the 30s with a strong north wind. But flat calm and in the 50s by afternoon, so some painting did get done.

The big lake has been fluctuating substantially, so I can't determine the actual level. This evening, in the calm, it is quite high. I was hoping the rain and cold and wind would knock down the black flies, but their numbers, while not high, remain at annoyance level.

This is a Canadian long weekend, so the place is populating up a bit. Just hoping the Tetrazzinis aren't planning on fireworks.

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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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