Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Sea and Sky






There is a rhythm to the natural world around. It's beats rise and fall with a song that resonateswith each of us. It calls to us in a language which we have forgotten or struggle to hear but which strikes a harmonic in the core of out being. We are after all a part of that world despite our many efforts to convince ourselves that we travel on parallel but separate paths.I have been reminded in many ways recently of the importance of the natural world to our well being and the very way we go about our lives. It pervades everything from the Cyclone in Myanmar, a program about a new moon on NPR, to the simple walk across the campus from the little yellow house to the campus office where I can't help but gaze out across the waters of lake superior. So why is it that we so often feel disconnected from this natural world? Is it of
relevance to humanity and society to recognize this relationship and seek to take it into account in our development, technological innovation, and anthropocentric lifestyles which cast us as independent of the rest of earth biological systems?For me the natural world was one aspect of what pulled me into this experience. I knew that I missed big water. Having grown up on Lake Erie and now living on the shores of Superior, the majesty of the great lakes are often lost upon those who have never seen them. They are of a scale lost on many simply because they are called lakes. Often I am struck looking out the windows of the little yellow house to gaze south across the water in the direction of much of the rest of the country and know that they are there, waiting unseen beyond the blue-green horizon of the water. It is an experience paralleled in many other I have had in the past. Sitting beneath the overwhelming presence of the Bethel sky in AK where one is dwarfed by the magnitude of an unobscured starscape which covers the entirety of your line of sight. The light as it grows or fades across the central american mountains, watched over by the hulking giant Tejumulco. While the majesty of those experiences stand out, I cannot however

ignore that such magic is everywhere. Perhaps it just takes a shock of such magnitude to remind us it is there. Before leaving dayton I often sought out trees as a respite in the natural
world. To me, a slight breeze and a certain bench was enough to once again feel the pulse of
this greater organism to which I am a part.


In exploring the town I have begun to go out into the natural beauty which permeates the surroundings on every side now that I have settle in a bit. Most recently walking out to artists point which lies on a spit jutting out into the lake. I have been told that it was originally an island off shore but was connected to the mainland at some point later on. It would seem that it was done to allow access to the light houses which reside there as well as a means of building a breakwall with which to shelter the harbor and ships docked here in town. To stepout on the rocks on the south side of the point is to emerge in another world. Away from town, from civilization and the noise and bustle which is currently tied so tightly to it. For me at least, what is left in such moments is an emptiness of the tension too often overwhelming us from day to day. An emptiness that rings with a calm and peace. It is an emptiness only of the buzz and hum which we have become so accustomed in our modernity but which is overfull of other treasures which seem lost in our advanced way of living. It is a space I have missed for far too long and it serves to remind me of some of the reasons why I came.Perhaps it is time for another walk in the woods.....Much peace,charlie

Friday, June 6, 2008

If I had a Paddle..... North House Volume II



First of all I made the mistake giving you all the wrong phone number.
Again, please don't call unless it is the evening (standard time) as I've
been told not to hold up the office lines.

The number is: 218-387-1800

Hmm....so what else happens up here?Well I just completed a course in which I made my own voyager canoe paddle. We started with a plank of wood so I am pretty impressed with myself as I think the thing might actually function in the water. For those of you who don't know about the voyagers...ask the Peters.....just kidding. The voyageurs (literally means traveler...go figure) were the licensed fur traders who worked with merchants out of Quebec. Grand Portage is just up the road from Grand Marais. They paddled all over the place up here and were playing around up here before we even won our independence. I mean these guys had to be tougher than stone to survive out here before all the amenities arrived. Thankfully in these modern times they take soft handed enginerds who don't know a spokeshave from a low angle plane but I'm learning. I will say that I can't help but think of the kids in the hall skit with the french traders...but I digress. More information on that whole thing here.









Winter is still cold and heavy up here and while I am in some ways ready for the summer sun, the snow has been rather beautiful. My hoody would be great (SALLY SAVE ME!). I don't know if it is the lake, or just the difference in latitude but the gray that I've become so accustomed to doesn't seem to exist here. Even the snow storms often have the sun or blue skies dancing around behind them. I have attached a picture of the paddle I made. Daily I am blown away with just how incredible this whole experience is turning out to be. I just had to share the paddle (the one with the woodburning).....now all I need to figure out is how to make the boat and I'll be cooking.Charlie....or Charlemagne or however you would say charlie with in french (I'm trading in my pirate for french trapper

Fish and Guests - North House Volume I

Benjamin Franklin said, "Fish and guests stink after three days." Now every line has a context but in some ways I can relate to that one. After three days on the road I arrived a week ago Sunday in Grand Marais, Minnesota for this my next great adventure. While I was afforded showers by the folks who offered me accommodations, dinner outings, beefsgiving, and really great conversation. Big thank yous to those who made it possible. Admittedly, when I arrived from Dayton via Minneapolis via Chicago I did have a bit of the road on me. Fortunately there were not fish in the car.

So I made it. I am here. I live in the little yellow house (see the first picture below) which as you can see sits on the harbor on beautiful lake superior. When I got here things were in full swing with a pram class underway. I spent the first two days just unpacking my things and settling into my itty bitty apartment. The staff is really great too. "Minnesota nice" is a reality and makes it really comfortable despite the short amount of time I have been here. There is Greg the Executive Director. Scott the Program director from north of the border (that means he






is Canadian eh). Kay the office Manager. Mica the store manager. They are the four full time staff. Then there are two part timers Kelly and Bob. Kelly is the volunteer coordinator and Bob is the facilities manager. As with most operations of this nature everybody does a bit of everything and each is responsible for certain areas of interest. They are all "Minnesota nice". Well Bob is more of a Hagrid with a little bit of Filch (Harry Potter reference for those who just became completely




confused) so he is big, jovial, but straight to the point and is direct with you when he is annoyed. This may


however only indicate the Minnesota nice also includes extreme passive aggressiveness. I'll tell you more when I'm sure I've pissed a few of them off.

So the Pram class is taught by this nutter who was actually around for the start of things. His name is Mark, sharp as a tack, a bit of a class clown, and at times gets the Robin Williams "I'm really might be crazy....no really" gleam in his eye. Consequently he is a real rip.

The facility includes two big timber frame classrooms which basically amount to giant tool shops with really sweet equipment. (Matyas and Nichols...I now have the blueprint for the community work shops) It is like shop class on steroids. My flannel has come in handy in order to blend in a bit but I feel like my pony tail has me labeled as one of the hippies from up the gun flint. I'm not sure if that is helping or hurting but it should be long enough to donate soon so that will solve the problem all together. As expected, the beard is back and will be spending the summer with me.

To wrap up I'll just add that I did take my first course this past weekend. It was artisan baking so we worked in pre-ferments (sourdoughs of a sort) and cooked them in a wood fired oven. I now know how to make fougasse, focaccia, ciabatta, sourdough boules, an oatmeal and wild rice, and a rye. Pretty impressive to see it all listed. Definitely learned a ton and will enjoy using the oven all summer for pizzas and demos of bread making with folks passing through the North House. Also has me thinking that I am going to take the oven building class so that I
can help set them up in other appropriate places......DeRouan's....want a bread oven???!!! And who said thermodynamics couldn't get you anywhere.

Well that is all over the board looking back on it but a lot has happened. Figure this first one should just be a bit of an explanation of what is going on and then I can find something meaningful to write in the next few. So I've put down some pictures of the "classrooms" and buildings to kind of give an idea of the place.







Hope all are well,
Much love,
charlie

upcoming editions may include

Voyager Paddles (said with the voice of a french trapper)
Paddling to the sea with 3rd graders
Hot spots in down town Grand Marais







Here is a picture of the campus from the breakwall on the far side of the harbor --->