Into the Wild

I have been watching a documentary this week on the Public Broadcasting System titled, “The National Parks; America’s Best Idea.” I hope you’ve been watching it with me as it is a tremendous program. Seeing the beautiful pictures and listening to the narration of this program really helped me to understand the origin of the parks and gain an appreciation for nature. It also reminded me of my own trip into the wild of a national park and how it effected me.

I’ve never traveled much until recently. I have documented the trips, of which I’ve been a part, right here in this column. The first long trip I ever took included Yellowstone National Park and it was fantastic. I’d never paid attention to our Nation’s network of parks until then and this was similar to being introduced to football at the Super Bowl. I was awestruck by this majestic wilderness.

We are fortunate to enjoy a park system like the on that exists in our nation. In most countries, the most beautiful land has been owned for decades by a royal family or the rich. In the United States, our most breathtaking sites are owned by the people, just what the world might expect from a democracy.

I think that beauty in nature reflects what we wish were, or perhaps it is a mirror of who we are truly. I am quite afraid of heights, however when we traveled the mountains leading into Yellowstone, I really manned up. I looked down the valleys from which we had recently climbed and felt full inside, and even a little less afraid. Our friend, Teresa, just about had to hold my hand to get me to do it, but I found courage inside me out there in the wild.

Historically, men and women both have gone into the wild to prove themselves. I don’t think people do that much today, they would rather prove themselves virtually in a video game or prove themselves deceitful in a world that more and more rewards cunning than character. I think if more people made themselves vulnerable by walking, climbing and working outdoors, they could find the good in themselves once covered by the skills of our modern world.

“The National Parks; America’s Best Idea” made it first run this week. However, I see it is being replayed on our satellite dish into next week so check your local listings. PBS typically runs documentaries like these a couple of times then offers them for sale on digital disk. The documentary covers naturalists like John Muir and has a good section on Theodore Roosevelt and the life he lead that inspired him to use the Antiquities Act to put meat on the bones of the national park system. The sights and sounds of the show will move you, maybe into a better place inside yourself or even better-into the wild.
 

Fall is Here

(you will also find this week’s radio program at the bottom of the page-GN)

I’ve always considered the season of fall to be the most honorable season. Fall is honest, sincere, open and friendly. This year’s weather has been strange, however I expected fall to come along and make everything right-it has not. The third season began this week and I bet you never even noticed.

Nature abhors a vacuum, it always seeks to fill the void. I think a disappointing spring and summer left a void that made us all wish for weather that would make us feel fulfilled and rewarded. The season of changing colors has always been pretty straightforward; fall brings cooling temperatures, sunny days, a period of miserable, cold, wet weather and then Indian summer. Fall always brings bad news that winter is on its way and that fall is just here to discuss the fact as nicely as it can and to cushion the blow. The fall of 2009 has instead arrived with sunshine and heat which foretells nothing of the cold and snow which will soon arrive. It is like a friend who has decided to simply smile and let you find out the bad news on your own.

I know the truth, fall is here. I was enjoying such a beautiful morning this week when I heard a familiar sound, the honking of geese. Geese flying south each season reminds us that seasons change. Most times, I see geese flying in an asymmetrical “v” that makes their direction seem a little vague. This flight of geese was of a perfect shape and sure of purpose, direction and the reason they were leaving; fall is here. Farmers know it too and you can see it in the intensity of their harvest. An inch of summer rain can evaporate quickly, however that same inch in September or October may still be here when the frost arrives. Combines and chisels plows are moving at speeds unprecedented as their operators know that time is short and the skies will soon turn heavy and blue. An unusually lighthearted fall may have some with their guard down, but the geese and farmers know better.

I don’t mean to make this fall seem malevolent. I am enjoying the bright sunshine and extra time to finish not just the projects of fall but also some I had saved for this winter. I have kept our cattle on pasture later than normal and have done a few extra tasks that normally would be kicked to the side of the road for lack of time. I am enjoying the nice weather, too.

I could quote you something like “gather ye rosebuds while ye may,” in order to make poignant the fact that time is short and that the season of fall, like life, will soon quickly pass. The truth is, somewhere deep in our minds, we already know time is short and most of us will simply choose to enjoy the extra sun and heat and not question what comes next. Maybe denial is there to protect us and this is just a real gift of time and place. I just wanted to remind you, in a sincere and honest way, always cushioning the blow of impending winter, that fall is here.

 

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Back Home

(first picture is the replica of the Lighthouse tower built by Lisa’s Uncle Ralph. The second picture is Roger’s Unimog-GN)

 

I was gone last week; gone from my regular spot in the Northern Watch and gone from home. We took our annual vacation last week and kept it pretty local as our destination was Two harbors, Minnesota. I’d hoped to write my column from the road, however it didn’t work out so this week I want to tell you about our vacation.

My reference to “we” includes; our friend Theresa Hibbert, Jeanette Walseth, Lisa and someone to listen-me (just kidding girls.) Our trip involved lots of stops at antique stores. We typically avoid gift shops or fancy antique stores which are set up with different themes. We like antique stores that teeter right on the brink of closure by the local department of health; those are the stores that house real bargains. I found a hay trolley for $25.00 at one such store which, to those few who collect hay trolleys, was quite a bargain.

We stayed at Lisa’s Aunt Rosemary’s place in Two Harbors. Rosemary delayed her own vacation to feed, room and entertain us. I had met few of her family prior to this trip and they were unique and good people. I really mad a connection with Lisa’s cousin Roger. You see, unknown to me, Roger owns a Unimog. The Unimog is a four wheel-drive truck built by Merced-Benz which reminds me of an over-grown Tonka truck. It is strong enough to perform the duties of a tractor, yet can drive at highway speeds. I have tried to justify the purchase of such a unit for myself but there is not enough beer in the world to make it make sense. I started talking to Roger one night and the discussion turned to the Unimog. Roger and I both had a real appreciation for things mechanical and heavy-duty diesel muscle. After our discussion, Roger went home for the night leaving his wife, Jenny, to visit. A few minutes later, Jenny received a call from Roger that I should be in front of the house in five minutes for my first Unimog ride. It was awesome. I thought the people of Two Harbors would be shocked by the sight of this post-nuclear, Mad Max beast, however they seemed used to it. Apparently, Roger doesn’t let just anyone co-pilot as his wife confided to their daughters, “wow, I guess daddy made a new friend tonight!”

Lisa’s Uncle, Ralph, also lives near Two Harbors. Ralph decided to give me the tour of this lovely lakeside community that you don’t see in the brochure. Ralph showed me the local airport, where to get decent coffee, a tour of his farm, his beautiful chickens and some of the older buildings in town. We also sat along Lake Superior and watched a massive barge load-up next to a hulking, steel pier. Taconite pellets are derived from rock that includes iron as an element and are used to make steel. These pellets have also been used as gravel in certain situations and Ralph was determined that I would take some home. He said that by giving each person I met a Taconite pellet that I would become popular. He made sure that along with beets from his garden and a model of the Lighthouse along Lake Superior which he builds for visiting tourists, that we took home a bag of these pellets. I soon plan to test out his theory on the Taconite/popularity connection soon. I liked riding around with Ralph and his tour took place far from the beaten path and was very similar to the one I’ve received from my brother, David, when visiting his home.

That’s just a little of our trip, sorry I missed you last week but the time off felt good. I am back home; both at our farm and here in my column.

Letter to Dave

 

(I am posting my column and radio program tonight as by day I am a sugar beet truck driver with little time for writing-GN)

Dear Dave,

Summer must truly be over, I just finished my last Popsicle. Lisa and I started buying these cheap little treats in June and it really reminded me of summers at home. I’ve cooled myself all summer with thrilling flavors such as Pina Colada, Berry or Lime; unfortunately I could only toast the end of summer with the old reliable “red” that still populated the bottom of the freezer. It was a little anticlimactic.

We started pre-pile sugar beet harvest this week. I was really excited to get started as the truck I was promised has an automatic transmission. I know this sounds pretty wimpy, but my shoulder gets sore from shifting as we move through a lot of gears during our short trips from field to the sugar beet dump. An automatic transmission in my truck promised to do for me what the clothes washer did for our grandmothers. Unfortunately, R and R Farms is fighting a pitched battle in two separate theatres of harvest and so my truck was needed to harvest small grains. I will do my part, for now, shifting up and down in a smaller truck, suffering quietly but bravely.

It seems there exists no season on the farms of the Midwest anymore. The seasons of summer once were; planting, baling, spraying, grain harvest, bean harvest, beet harvest, tillage, corn harvest, more tillage, fall fertilizer and then a winter to attend free dinners at cooperative meetings; but no more. This is the second year that we’ve harvested small grains and pre-piled sugar beets concurrently and it seems to stretch area farmers and the local labor pool. Our unusual summer has kept the beans from maturing so that harvest is quite far off, Dave. If you were to graph the point at which beans will be ready to harvest then graph the average date of the first frost, you would find out why farmers seem to enjoy the taste of fingernail so much. I hope everything works out for them. The summer has been perfect for growing beef steers, however, and the cool season grasses that feed them have discarded their sunscreen. I stacked plenty of grass and alfalfa this summer and I should be able to make this winter pretty comfortable for our cattle. We will also have lots of winter lodging for stray cats to snuggle inside our hay sheds.

Our summer projects are winding down. I still have our new pump house sitting inside the garage awaiting final transport to its concrete base. It will feature a door made from an old deep-freeze which is a cheap, well-insulated way to make a door. We used an old freezer door for an outside basement entry a few years ago and it made keeping the basement warm much easier. I have cobbled together a vacuum system to move the corn we use to heat our house. Much of the system is professionally made, however there’s enough of my influence so that its success will be in doubt until the first time I give it a try.

I wish I had more time to write, but I have to go ice my gear-shift shoulder; tomorrow’s another day.

You’re little bro’