In my last BCA newsletter article (Lessons from the Desert, Summer 2013) I wrote about some of the things I have learned from the desert and the experiences that I have had out there. Looking back though, I know I left out one key lesson, and this very week I learned that lesson many times over, so it's only appropriate that I follow that article up with the story of the final lesson: patience.
Patience has a tendency to wax and wane with moods and circumstances, but thanks to the desert I have learned to keep a liberal supply on hand at all times, because you just never know what is going to pop up. This week I headed out to the desert on Tuesday, just after 9:00 am. I checked and double checked that I had everything I needed in the truck, since I had unloaded everything the week before due to an unfortunate incident with leaking water on and around my sleeping materials that also helped cultivate some patience. I also checked the weather, as I always do, and noted a 20% chance of thunderstorms; but decided that was not enough to cancel my trip and off I went. It takes me just over three hours of driving to get to the site where I am working, and thanks to the enormous Wyoming sky, I knew I was going to have trouble for probably the last 40 minutes of the trip. As I approached the massive steely grey clouds perched happily directly over the entire proposed wilderness, with no obvious plans to go anywhere, I began to glance nervously at the clay surface of the road. If I can just make it below the checkerboard, I thought to myself as sticky conglomerations of clay began attaching themselves to my tire tread, if I can just get to public land, I'll make camp beside the road and wait for things to dry out.
Probably about 50 yards from the end of the private property mine field known as the checkerboard I began to fishtail...badly. Going no more than five miles per hour, I maneuvered my way perhaps another 20 yards down the road before slow-motion sliding off the road and into a ditch, one tire perched unhappily on the lip of a culvert. Now this was a pickle I had never been in before, and as I said in my last article, attitude is everything, so I skidded and slipped out of the truck in my flip-flops (as I had not even reached my destination yet my hiking boots were stowed in the truck bed), felt the mud squish between my toes, and set about locking in the hubs. Once in four-wheel drive I was able to rock the truck back enough to slide my tire off the culvert (causing no harm to the tire or the culvert, thank goodness!) and slosh through the mucky ditch, up the other side, and along beside the road to a nice flat place where I could wait for things to dry out. I laid in the truck bed reading a book for over an hour waiting for the lightning to subside and the road to dry out. After tentative testing of the road surface (this time in hiking boots!) I felt okay about continuing and even got a few hours of work in before the sun went down.
In the dusky evening twilight I made my dinner and enjoyed some momentary peace, eating ramen noodles and fruit snacks. I hopped out of the truck around 8:00 pm to check on the charging I-pad in the cab, and to my dismay found one mostly flat tire deflating slowly under the rear passenger side of my truck. Patience don't fail me now! I changed the tire in the soft soil and fading light - digging through all of the storage compartments of the truck to find a board to put under the jack and then having to jump up and down on the tire iron to loosen air-wrench tightened lug nuts. I finished with only moments of fading grey left in the sky, and went to bed feeling pretty okay about how everything had worked out and how fast I had gotten at changing a tire.
In the morning new dilemmas presented themselves: if the sidewall of the tire is torn then it will need to be replaced, and if that is the case it will take a few days to get the new tire in and I should return to Laramie. If, however, the tire is merely punctured it can be patched in a matter of minutes and I should drive the considerably shorter distance to Rock Springs. The problem though, is that the tire was still caked completely in the sticky, gluey mud from the day before. All attempts to rinse it off would have completely depleted my water supply in short order, and in the desert I kind of need my water. I decided to hike the road I was on to finish that portion of my inventory, and face this dilemma upon my return after I'd had a good while to think about it. In the end I opted to drive to the nearest gas station, fill the tire with air, and use their water to hopefully locate it's flaw. I was in luck of course, as Point of Rocks lay conveniently on the way to Rock Springs without taking me much further from Laramie, and they provide both compressed air and water and to my delight I determined that there was a nail embedded in my tire and Rock Springs was the clear choice.
Because I have had several bad experiences with every Walmart tire center, every time I have had to go to one, (but I had to go to them, as the tire was covered by a warrantee purchased there) I tried to make this transaction as simple as possible, and left them only the tire with instructions to patch it. I was instructed that they were very busy that day and that it would take at least an hour and possiblly an hour and a half for them to complete the job. Patience. "No problem", I said, "just call me when it's done." I grabbed a sandwich and a coffee and headed for the dog park with my pup. Three and a half hours later I decided it was time to go check and see how things were getting along, and I headed back to Walmart where I pulled up just in time to see the tech finish up with my tire. I walked right in the door and waited in line behind one other gentleman purchasing a single battery, thinking that I could just get my tire and go. Of course this was not the case, there was only one man working the tire counter, and he had, for some reason beyond my understanding, agreed to ring up the purchases of a woman who was attempting to skip the lines at the front register. Two full carts worth. The battery man and I stood in line and watched him take each item out of the carts, one at a time, and scan it by hand, for over an hour. In the end he rang up nearly $500 in purchases and I rang up at least that much in patience points. Naturally, the woman chose to pay with a check, and the process dragged on and on.
When I finally did reach the counter I was informed that even though I had seen the tech finish with my tire, the paperwork was not ready and I therefor could not be helped yet. I informed him that I would be waiting in the parking lot, and that he should come get me when the paperwork is ready. I took the tire on my way by and debated putting it back on right there in the parking lot, but decided to wait for the paperwork, just in case there were any further complications. My patience paid off in this case, because the tech came over and explained the situation, and feeling badly, put the tire back on my truck for me, in a matter of minutes. The tech and I headed inside, where he explained to the counter person that the reason my tire had taken so long was that it had been put in as the truck, not as a carry in, and when my turn came up in line they couldn't find my truck so they just moved on. Hours later the tech noticed that my tire was sitting by the door and investigated, he found a key tag stuck to the tire matching the key tag for the missing truck and put it all together, at which point he promptly fixed my tire. Since the original paperwork was incorrect (and presumably still lost somewhere in the abyss...) we went through the whole rigmarole of checking me in again, and then immediately back out, at which point I was allowed to sign the paper and leave.
By now it was nearly 6:00 pm and I still had an hour drive back to my field site, so I filled my tank, grabbed a cold drink, and hit the highway. I managed to put in about 45 minutes worth of work when I got back and then made camp for the night. I still had a day and a half in the field left to get some work done before I planned to head home for a break, so I figured I would at least get something worthwhile done this week. The next day, of course, was listed as having a 20% chance of rain, so I don't know why I was surprised when a massive storm rolled in, stopping me in my tracks for nearly two hours of truck-shaking winds and bone-rattling thunder. Peachy.
In the end, I was able to get nearly two and a half days of work out of the four that I spent out in the desert, but that is just how things go sometimes. In this line of work there is literally nothing more important than patience, well, except maybe the perseverance (or in my case maybe stubbornness) that keeps me going back for more. Patience though, can only take this process so far. It is critical for me, during data collection, because of the inevitable difficulties that crop up; that being said though, to you I would still like to convey a sense of urgency. The Red Desert has given me some of the greatest adventures of my life and taught me some of the most important lessons, but it is under attack. Most of these areas are already heavily impacted long before I even get to them. So far I have visited five protected wilderness study areas, areas enjoying the full protections offered by wilderness designation without formal congressional designation, and there was not a single one that did not already contain abandoned oil and gas infrastructure. I have also been to eight citizen’s proposed wilderness areas, areas suggested by citizens and conservation groups as possessing wilderness characteristics, and in all of those I can name only one that was not bordered by, or containing, active oil and gas development.
I have come to love the very places that present these daily challenges, and it pains me to see the destruction left behind by the constant push of development. This is not just my battle though, the BLM needs to hear from concerned citizens like you. So please, if you love the desert, spread the word, because the best way to ensure it's protection is to show the BLM that people like you care. This is public land, and you have a say. For more information about the areas BCA hopes to protect or for ways that you can help, please contact me at shelby@voiceforthewild.org.
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Saturday, August 3, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
I'm on a Roll...
Evidently I am really hard on trucks. I mean, I think it might have something to do with my job and the terrain on which I travel, but I can't help but feel partially responsible. As you have probably guessed, I am back in Laramie, with a (once again) malfunctioning truck. But let me back up, because last week I did go to the desert and was somehow able to stay out for the full 5 days as I had intended (despite the desert's best effort to break me down), and this week I did get a whole 2.5 worthwhile work days in...so at least I'm making progress, albeit in short and frustrating bursts.
So last week I left for the desert on Monday, got there late afternoon, and managed to put in several productive hours of happy and distraction-less inventorying. I was feeling good, I was remembering everything I love about the desert, and I was really enjoying it. It felt great, I had my positive energy back! By day two my positivity was flagging, as I wrestled with a pounding headache in the 95 degree heat of the desert, shadeless and unforgiving. I drank roughly 3,596 gallons of water, took a 10 minute power nap mid-day, and powered through, still somehow putting in a 12 hour day, but feeling decidedly less happy about the whole thing.
Day 3 proved a tad frustrating when a swiftly deteriorating supply of gas sent me out to town and then, because I was already down that way I tried to access the southern part of the unit and found first that an oil/gas road had been built on top of a portion of one route that I had hoped to use for access, causing the latter half to be difficult to access and therefor abandoned. Then, a second effort landed me on the path of an old two-track that had also since been buried by a large constructed oil/gas route, but one that had been abandoned, and if you have ever done any traveling in the desert you know that these constructed roads do NOT age well. After the first washed out and rocky hill I felt hesitant, but continued. The second had me paying attention, and the third washout left me concerned that I might somehow get myself into a place that I would find I could not get out of. Frustrated I paced around the truck, mulling over my options: Waste half a day driving back to the part of the unit I knew I could easily access, waste half a day hiking the remainder of this route to decide if traversing this washout would simply land me in the thick of several more, or wing it and risk getting stuck. Just as I was stomping around proclaiming to the heavens that "this s#!t only happens to me", a wild horse happened by and my puppy exited the truck via a flying leap out the window and took off running through cacti and sage brush to see if it would be her friend. Fortunately she's a smart dog, and she quickly realized that the retreating horse was not interested in her friendship, so she turned around and returned to the vehicle, not the least bit sorry for having ignored my angry screams for her to come back. That was it, I loaded her into the truck, buckled her harness into the seat belt (she did not like this), and turned this whole mess around for territory that I knew would present far fewer challenges.
Day 4, opened with a long quiet walk, cool and pleasant just after sunrise. On a winding road alternating through sand dunes and clay flats, I strolled along happily with my puppy. A small threatening exchange took place with an offended wild horse, much to the confusion of non-horse-savvy puppy, but other than that the walk was pleasant and uneventful. And so I naively thought perhaps the entire day would follow suit. By 2:00 pm the wind had picked up to such an extent that attempting to take a photo with the I-pad became akin to resistance strength training and large, Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses were required just to keep my contacts from blowing out of my eyeballs. I have no way of knowing, but I'm confident that these winds were in excess of 50 to 60 mph, as they were consistently rocking the entire pickup truck and opening the windward door became exceedingly challenging. By the end of the day a great deal of dust had blown into and around everything that composed my entire view of the world, my teeth were gritty, my ears had small beaches in them, my hair was an absurd rat's nest of sand and dust, and my normally black dog was an awkward shade of khaki. It was 5:00 pm; when in the field I usually try to work 6:30 to 6:30 and so I had an hour and a half to kill but had found myself at the mouth of a road leading into the WSA (Wilderness Study Area) where mechanized transport is forbidden, and I knew I had a walk of several hours to capture the entire road. Rather than quit early I decided to inventory the road as far as the first spur route to a reservoir, and capture all of that so that tomorrow I would be able to race through the first part and start just beyond that spur. After quickly stuffing water and maps, snacks and a compass into my pack I set out, puppy by my side, onto this two-track, and straight towards an ominous looking cloud. Experience told me that this giant cloud would, despite it's best effort, drop only 10 or 12 raindrops on the desert floor, the rest evaporating in the insanely dry air before ever reaching the ground, so I felt confident in my choice to continue on.
Unfortunately experiences breeds confidence that some might describe as "false", and in this case that would be an accurate assessment. Although I was correct in assuming that very little of the rain would reach the ground, I was incorrect in assuming that this would cause no problems for me. You see, immediately preceding those 12 drops of rain was a wall of wind the likes of which I daresay I have never experienced on foot before, and carried along by that wall of wind were millions upon millions of grains of sand. So literally the instant I reached the spur route that I had intended to hike I turned to see a dust storm reminiscent of those I encountered in Mauritania, headed my way. I quickly turned and quite literally ran, full backpack on and dog leash in hand with a confused, frolicking, and tug-of-warring puppy on the other end, back the way I had come, hoping beyond hope that I would reach the truck before the sand reached me. I didn't. 10 breathless, awkward, lumbering minutes later I dropped to my knees and wrapped myself over my doggies eyes as the stinging sand blasted the outer layers of skin off the backs of my legs. To make matters worse, the winds barely slowed throughout the entire evening and picked up with a vengeance sometime after 11:00 pm, shaking the truck of side to side and generally destroying any hope I had of getting a good nights sleep.
The final day of this trip was uneventful, ended early, and I was back in Laramie by nightfall. Thunderstorm warnings kept me from returning to Adobe Town this Monday morning, and my return Tuesday went well; I was even able to get in two full, uneventful days before disaster struck again. This time I was camping somewhere near the center of the entire unit, but at the southern end of the WSA, generally speaking in the middle of nowhere, on a little eroded two-track route that was frequently buried in sand dunes. In the morning I got up, fed my pup, and cooked my oatmeal all while still cocooned in my sleeping bag in the 40 degree desert morning. When I finally felt ready to emerge and take on the day, I stalled out the truck. Odd, I thought, I've been driving a standard since I was 17, shouldn't I be able to get the truck moving without stalling it out at this point in my life? A second effort yielded the same result, and on the third I stamped the gas and completely let off the clutch immediately and rolled away without incident. Now that I was moving I decided to investigate the clutch pedal, because that's apparently how my priorities worked out in my head: 1) get truck moving, and 2) now determine whats wrong with it. Seems wise.
I found I had no tension in the clutch pedal anymore until the very last instant, and sometimes even with the clutch to the floor it continued to move. If you knew me when I lived in Saint Thomas, then you know that I have experienced such issues before, only that time with our old jeep, aptly named the adventuremobile, and stuck in bumper to bumper cruise-ship-day-traffic. So this time at least I didn't have seven safari trucks full of tourists on all sides to watch me shove the darn truck into gear with all I'm worth and quietly pray my way through every stop sign, at least there was that. At any rate I was so far in, on a road I had already inventoried the far end of, and I really didn't want to have to drive it again. So I parked the truck and went for what I thought would be a two hour but turned out to be more like a four hour long hike, to finish that road, all the roads coming off of it, and a reservoir smack dab in the middle of nowhere. When I got back to the truck I locked in the hubs, and wrestled it around, and slow and steady, picked my way all the way back to a county road. There I called my pops to talk me through adding some clutch (brake) fluid and carefully headed for the highway, and eventually home.
So here I am again, back earlier than I intended, heading back out later than intended, but Grimace the purple truck needs his R&R time too...so that's that. And hey, at least it wasn't a tire, so I didn't have to go back to Walmart, which I don't think my delicate psyche could have taken at this point.
If you are reading this and thinking "man, somebody should get that girl a better truck!" then I urge you to go to BCA's website and make a small, one-time donation, and feel free to send us an email requesting that the money be spent on fixing up poor old Grimace. Alternatively, you may call any wealthy friends that you may have and ask them nicely if they'd like to buy me a new truck. You also might be thinking, "man, that girl kills trucks, I would never hire her to do anything ever because she just destroys everything she touches" but I assure you that I asked a reputable source and I am under the understanding that there is no way the slave cylinder could have been caused to leak by my driving, and it's more likely that it was a re-manufactured part that was faulty and failed well before it should have, regardless of how it was driven. So if you feel that way you should still go to BCA's website and make a small, one-time donation and let them know that you know I'm not a truck killer, at least not on purpose...
Here, I'll even give you the link! Because I'm so thoughtful! http://www.voiceforthewild.org/page.php?id=donate#.UcTlQ_ksmys
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So last week I left for the desert on Monday, got there late afternoon, and managed to put in several productive hours of happy and distraction-less inventorying. I was feeling good, I was remembering everything I love about the desert, and I was really enjoying it. It felt great, I had my positive energy back! By day two my positivity was flagging, as I wrestled with a pounding headache in the 95 degree heat of the desert, shadeless and unforgiving. I drank roughly 3,596 gallons of water, took a 10 minute power nap mid-day, and powered through, still somehow putting in a 12 hour day, but feeling decidedly less happy about the whole thing.
Day 3 proved a tad frustrating when a swiftly deteriorating supply of gas sent me out to town and then, because I was already down that way I tried to access the southern part of the unit and found first that an oil/gas road had been built on top of a portion of one route that I had hoped to use for access, causing the latter half to be difficult to access and therefor abandoned. Then, a second effort landed me on the path of an old two-track that had also since been buried by a large constructed oil/gas route, but one that had been abandoned, and if you have ever done any traveling in the desert you know that these constructed roads do NOT age well. After the first washed out and rocky hill I felt hesitant, but continued. The second had me paying attention, and the third washout left me concerned that I might somehow get myself into a place that I would find I could not get out of. Frustrated I paced around the truck, mulling over my options: Waste half a day driving back to the part of the unit I knew I could easily access, waste half a day hiking the remainder of this route to decide if traversing this washout would simply land me in the thick of several more, or wing it and risk getting stuck. Just as I was stomping around proclaiming to the heavens that "this s#!t only happens to me", a wild horse happened by and my puppy exited the truck via a flying leap out the window and took off running through cacti and sage brush to see if it would be her friend. Fortunately she's a smart dog, and she quickly realized that the retreating horse was not interested in her friendship, so she turned around and returned to the vehicle, not the least bit sorry for having ignored my angry screams for her to come back. That was it, I loaded her into the truck, buckled her harness into the seat belt (she did not like this), and turned this whole mess around for territory that I knew would present far fewer challenges.
Day 4, opened with a long quiet walk, cool and pleasant just after sunrise. On a winding road alternating through sand dunes and clay flats, I strolled along happily with my puppy. A small threatening exchange took place with an offended wild horse, much to the confusion of non-horse-savvy puppy, but other than that the walk was pleasant and uneventful. And so I naively thought perhaps the entire day would follow suit. By 2:00 pm the wind had picked up to such an extent that attempting to take a photo with the I-pad became akin to resistance strength training and large, Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses were required just to keep my contacts from blowing out of my eyeballs. I have no way of knowing, but I'm confident that these winds were in excess of 50 to 60 mph, as they were consistently rocking the entire pickup truck and opening the windward door became exceedingly challenging. By the end of the day a great deal of dust had blown into and around everything that composed my entire view of the world, my teeth were gritty, my ears had small beaches in them, my hair was an absurd rat's nest of sand and dust, and my normally black dog was an awkward shade of khaki. It was 5:00 pm; when in the field I usually try to work 6:30 to 6:30 and so I had an hour and a half to kill but had found myself at the mouth of a road leading into the WSA (Wilderness Study Area) where mechanized transport is forbidden, and I knew I had a walk of several hours to capture the entire road. Rather than quit early I decided to inventory the road as far as the first spur route to a reservoir, and capture all of that so that tomorrow I would be able to race through the first part and start just beyond that spur. After quickly stuffing water and maps, snacks and a compass into my pack I set out, puppy by my side, onto this two-track, and straight towards an ominous looking cloud. Experience told me that this giant cloud would, despite it's best effort, drop only 10 or 12 raindrops on the desert floor, the rest evaporating in the insanely dry air before ever reaching the ground, so I felt confident in my choice to continue on.
Unfortunately experiences breeds confidence that some might describe as "false", and in this case that would be an accurate assessment. Although I was correct in assuming that very little of the rain would reach the ground, I was incorrect in assuming that this would cause no problems for me. You see, immediately preceding those 12 drops of rain was a wall of wind the likes of which I daresay I have never experienced on foot before, and carried along by that wall of wind were millions upon millions of grains of sand. So literally the instant I reached the spur route that I had intended to hike I turned to see a dust storm reminiscent of those I encountered in Mauritania, headed my way. I quickly turned and quite literally ran, full backpack on and dog leash in hand with a confused, frolicking, and tug-of-warring puppy on the other end, back the way I had come, hoping beyond hope that I would reach the truck before the sand reached me. I didn't. 10 breathless, awkward, lumbering minutes later I dropped to my knees and wrapped myself over my doggies eyes as the stinging sand blasted the outer layers of skin off the backs of my legs. To make matters worse, the winds barely slowed throughout the entire evening and picked up with a vengeance sometime after 11:00 pm, shaking the truck of side to side and generally destroying any hope I had of getting a good nights sleep.
The final day of this trip was uneventful, ended early, and I was back in Laramie by nightfall. Thunderstorm warnings kept me from returning to Adobe Town this Monday morning, and my return Tuesday went well; I was even able to get in two full, uneventful days before disaster struck again. This time I was camping somewhere near the center of the entire unit, but at the southern end of the WSA, generally speaking in the middle of nowhere, on a little eroded two-track route that was frequently buried in sand dunes. In the morning I got up, fed my pup, and cooked my oatmeal all while still cocooned in my sleeping bag in the 40 degree desert morning. When I finally felt ready to emerge and take on the day, I stalled out the truck. Odd, I thought, I've been driving a standard since I was 17, shouldn't I be able to get the truck moving without stalling it out at this point in my life? A second effort yielded the same result, and on the third I stamped the gas and completely let off the clutch immediately and rolled away without incident. Now that I was moving I decided to investigate the clutch pedal, because that's apparently how my priorities worked out in my head: 1) get truck moving, and 2) now determine whats wrong with it. Seems wise.
I found I had no tension in the clutch pedal anymore until the very last instant, and sometimes even with the clutch to the floor it continued to move. If you knew me when I lived in Saint Thomas, then you know that I have experienced such issues before, only that time with our old jeep, aptly named the adventuremobile, and stuck in bumper to bumper cruise-ship-day-traffic. So this time at least I didn't have seven safari trucks full of tourists on all sides to watch me shove the darn truck into gear with all I'm worth and quietly pray my way through every stop sign, at least there was that. At any rate I was so far in, on a road I had already inventoried the far end of, and I really didn't want to have to drive it again. So I parked the truck and went for what I thought would be a two hour but turned out to be more like a four hour long hike, to finish that road, all the roads coming off of it, and a reservoir smack dab in the middle of nowhere. When I got back to the truck I locked in the hubs, and wrestled it around, and slow and steady, picked my way all the way back to a county road. There I called my pops to talk me through adding some clutch (brake) fluid and carefully headed for the highway, and eventually home.
So here I am again, back earlier than I intended, heading back out later than intended, but Grimace the purple truck needs his R&R time too...so that's that. And hey, at least it wasn't a tire, so I didn't have to go back to Walmart, which I don't think my delicate psyche could have taken at this point.
If you are reading this and thinking "man, somebody should get that girl a better truck!" then I urge you to go to BCA's website and make a small, one-time donation, and feel free to send us an email requesting that the money be spent on fixing up poor old Grimace. Alternatively, you may call any wealthy friends that you may have and ask them nicely if they'd like to buy me a new truck. You also might be thinking, "man, that girl kills trucks, I would never hire her to do anything ever because she just destroys everything she touches" but I assure you that I asked a reputable source and I am under the understanding that there is no way the slave cylinder could have been caused to leak by my driving, and it's more likely that it was a re-manufactured part that was faulty and failed well before it should have, regardless of how it was driven. So if you feel that way you should still go to BCA's website and make a small, one-time donation and let them know that you know I'm not a truck killer, at least not on purpose...
Here, I'll even give you the link! Because I'm so thoughtful! http://www.voiceforthewild.org/page.php?id=donate#.UcTlQ_ksmys
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Adobe Town
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Sunset Road
DUST STORM!
Ominous cloud...
Adobe Town
My Faithful friends
Sunset
DUST STORM!
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Adobe Town Valley
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Field Season 2013: Off to a Great Start!
Oh. My. Gosh. Where do I begin? I feel as though I have not provided an update in CENTURIES! So here's a quick run through of some goings-on since I last wrote a post:
First, that last post, begging you to vote...yeah, we didn't get that grant. BUT we did make it into the top 6 votes-wise, which is pretty impressive for an organization as small as ours, not to mention that we are located in the least populated state of them all, so kudos to you! Our voting and adoring fans, we really appreciate the support you showed us and it meant a lot to have your support through that process. So even though we didn't win, we still did in a way, because it feels wonderful to know that so many people are supporting us and the work that we pour our hearts into every day.
Next, obviously I finished my 2012 inventories and submitted them. The PDFs of these documents are now up on BCA's website, and I have to say I'm darn proud of the final result so I'll give you a link here, to see them. Check them out, read through a bit of the narrative (don't go crazy, a paragraph or two will give you the right idea) and then if you are in Wyoming, please by all means, VISIT these places! Visit them, love them, and advocate for them. Because as of this month the BLM has only found wilderness character in ONE of them, and it's not clear if they even intend to protect it just yet (I'll try to keep posted on this, I'm sure I'll forget to update, but if you have questions then please contact me!).
Now it is just the beginning of field season 2013, and this year I have a full plate, with a ton of units (14 to be exact) to get through, including the amazing and impressive, and evidently very hard on truck tires, Adobe Town! So I headed out this past Tuesday, the 4th. I left in the late afternoon, reaching the bounds of Adobe Town in time to make camp, enjoy a beautiful desert sunset, and snooze before starting the inventory work itself the next morning. In traditional Shelby fashion I merely lucked out in a lot of ways: I have been to Adobe Town once, almost a year ago, and I followed my boss out, missing most landmarks in the cloud of dust kicked up by his car. This time I grabbed some maps, but obviously missed the one that I really needed, because that's how I roll, and had only the map just east of where I needed to end up. I got out there and drove west, knowing eventually I would bump into the 130,000 acre proposed wilderness area at some point. I should clarify that I had all the right 1:24,000 maps and the wrong 1:100,000 map, so I could navigate to the edge of where I needed to be and then drove blindly west until I just happened to show up on one of my 1:24,000 maps. Magically, and with the luck that seems to follow me around out there (thank the stars!) I bumped right into the most pertinent map fairly quickly and with no back-tracking or getting lost.
So there I am, in the "Crown Jewel" of the Red Desert, maps and snazzy new I-Pad in hand, early on the morning of Wednesday the 5th of June. The desert looks different in June, it is green and birds chirp, wild flowers dot the hill sides. This was just what I needed, to be back in action, in the relaxing setting of the silent desert, my new puppy Mia by my side, just inventorying the day away. This is what I live for. Of course things never go that well, and I discovered a confusing maze of new oil and gas roads covering, shadowing, and crisscrossing the original two-tracks that I was hoping to travel. Covered with recently crushed sharp gravel and laying huge swaths of ugly destruction across the desert. In my line of work though you not only have to roll with such things you have to completely document them with photos and GPS points. So this is what I did, for a tedious 12 hours, jumping in and out of the truck, enduring the yelled suggestions of passers-by (assumed in general to be oil and gas industry employees, all very nice, all very confuddled as to why I should be out there with my dog, just hanging out in an active gas field) regarding being aware of rattlesnakes and mud, deep sand, and gravel, and such. Sometimes I wonder if they don't talk to me just to make sure they aren't imagining me, because after all this country isn't exactly beautiful anymore, with gas wells dotting the countryside, so why would a girl and her dog, all dressed up in hiking gear, be traipsing around the place anyway?
So at the close of my day, as the sun is setting and the silence of the desert is closing in (my favorite time of day out there) I prepared my truck for sleeping in and promptly passed out at 8:15 in the evening, the sky still lit with rays from the setting sun, and don't wake up for an instant for a solid 9 hours. I guess I should have worked back up to this...
Day two of field season 2013 started great, warm breakfast, happy puppy company, and a beautiful sunrise accompanied by singing birds, what could possibly go wrong? Well see here is where I run into trouble, because as soon as things start to seem idyllic I should always know trouble is on the horizon. So on this beautiful Thursday morning I start by hiking a long some bits and pieces of an old two-track route that has been mostly covered by a brand spanking new gravel super highway to a not-yet-been-drilled wellpad and the camera on my I-Pad app starts malfunctioning. It can't focus and sits on a white screen and no matter what I do I can't seem to fix it (here I guess any remotely tech-savvy person would probably tell me to try rebooting the I-Pad, but on this I claim ignorance, I had no idea that was even possible) so after frantic text messaging with our business manager it is decided that I should head back to town and get on the phone/internet and figure this out.
So, after one successful day and two nights in the desert, I hea back towards civilization to try to find a solution to this problem. It takes nearly an hour to get from where I was to the nearest gas station and I was feeling irrationally confident about my gas situation when I reached the paved road so I decided to not go 20 minutes out of my way to get gas and instead continue on the additional hour to the nearest gas station on my way. This proved to be possible, but more than a little nerve-wracking as I rolled into the gas station with the arrow on the far side of E a little over an hour later. Perhaps it was the low-on-gas related anxiety, or just general disappointment at heading back so soon, but for whatever reason I was able to roll right up to the pump, fill my tank, and head inside to grab my receipt without noticing that somewhere along the way one of my tires had become completely flat. On my way back from the receipt collecting mission I did happen to notice a disturbing tilt to my truck, and the deflated tire soon claimed the spot on the very tippy top of my to-do list. I slowly drove it away from the pump (there was a line forming behind) and begin the tedious procedure of dragging out all the bits and pieces required to change the tire. Happily I was at this point in the parking lot of a truck stop, and it only took about 20 seconds of me jumping up and down on the tire iron in an attempt to loosen air-wrench tightened lug nuts for a kind soul with bigger muscles than mine to offer some assistance.
Another set of hands made the whole process so much easier, and so with many thanks to my kind stranger at the Rawlins' Loves, I was on my way again soon at the breakneck speed of 55 MPH required by the donut I had just torqued onto my truck. The kind stranger's last words to me were "you might want to check out that front one too, looks a little low," and he was off toward the truck that he likely currently calls home. There are 100 miles of highway between Rawlins and the nearest Walmart Tire Center (where I had a warrantee on my tires) in both directions, I chose the eastern route, as Laramie is where I could sleep in my own bed that night. Upon my arrival I checked the truck all in, called a coworker to pick me up, and left Grimace the Purple truck in the (assumed) capable hands of the Walmart Tire Center staff. A few hours later they called to say my truck was done, but a conversation needed to be had about my tires when I return. Ominous, I thought, so I headed back up there with my coworker only to find my truck still in the bays with no tires, no wheels even, on it at all. Uh-oh.
The staff calmly informed me that they had thought it was done because they had tested the Firestone (read: donut, that clearly features the words "temporary tire, max speed 55 mph" on its side) and found no issue but later realized that (as I had mentioned at check in) the flat was in the truck bed. Upon further inspection, they had apparently also found that I had also, somewhere along the way, punctured a second tire as well. Finally they informed me that these particular tires were not in stock at the moment, and one to seven days would be required for them to come in on order. Super.
A lengthy discussion about tires ensued, somewhere in the middle of which we decided a slightly higher quality tire might be more appropriate for my line of work and an order was begun, at which point it became clear that the wrong tire size had somehow been taken initially and in fact the tires currently on the truck were actually in stock at this very moment, but it was too late. We had already decided on better tires, and better tires we would get! So, order placed, approval received, receipt in hand, we parted ways with Walmart once again under the understanding that I would be getting a phone call when the new tires came in, sometime in the next one to sseven days. The very next day though, I came to realize that among the gear I had left in the bed of the truck, I had also left behind a few essentials that I now needed to go pick up, so I popped back by Walmart to grab a few things and learned, to my surprise, that at some point during the day my new tires had come in, though they still were not on my truck, and that they were "just about to call me," but had "misplaced my number." Okay, I said, put them on please. We again completed a redundancy of the checking-in process of the day before and I was told I would be back on the road the very next day, they took my phone number again (this time even entering it into the computer) and we parted ways on promises that I would receive a call as soon as my truck was ready. This was two days ago now, and yet somehow I am clearly still in range of internet access, so if my having returned to the desert seems unlikely to you, you'd be correct.
In other, more splendid news, the app problem that I was having with the I-Pad turned out to be easily solved and the solution does not require internet access, and so can be preformed in the field. So I am thrilled about that! I am packed and ready to head back out, as soon as I have a truck again, and when that day comes I will be sure to share the trials and tribulations that are sure to occur on my next trip; because if these first few days are setting the tone for the entire summer than it is sure to be interesting to say the least!
Tomorrow morning, first thing, the Walmart Tire Center will be hearing from me, but for now I am enjoying my weekend and having a glass of wine. Wilderness Inventory Specialist: The impatient and easily discouraged need not apply.
First, that last post, begging you to vote...yeah, we didn't get that grant. BUT we did make it into the top 6 votes-wise, which is pretty impressive for an organization as small as ours, not to mention that we are located in the least populated state of them all, so kudos to you! Our voting and adoring fans, we really appreciate the support you showed us and it meant a lot to have your support through that process. So even though we didn't win, we still did in a way, because it feels wonderful to know that so many people are supporting us and the work that we pour our hearts into every day.
Next, obviously I finished my 2012 inventories and submitted them. The PDFs of these documents are now up on BCA's website, and I have to say I'm darn proud of the final result so I'll give you a link here, to see them. Check them out, read through a bit of the narrative (don't go crazy, a paragraph or two will give you the right idea) and then if you are in Wyoming, please by all means, VISIT these places! Visit them, love them, and advocate for them. Because as of this month the BLM has only found wilderness character in ONE of them, and it's not clear if they even intend to protect it just yet (I'll try to keep posted on this, I'm sure I'll forget to update, but if you have questions then please contact me!).
Now it is just the beginning of field season 2013, and this year I have a full plate, with a ton of units (14 to be exact) to get through, including the amazing and impressive, and evidently very hard on truck tires, Adobe Town! So I headed out this past Tuesday, the 4th. I left in the late afternoon, reaching the bounds of Adobe Town in time to make camp, enjoy a beautiful desert sunset, and snooze before starting the inventory work itself the next morning. In traditional Shelby fashion I merely lucked out in a lot of ways: I have been to Adobe Town once, almost a year ago, and I followed my boss out, missing most landmarks in the cloud of dust kicked up by his car. This time I grabbed some maps, but obviously missed the one that I really needed, because that's how I roll, and had only the map just east of where I needed to end up. I got out there and drove west, knowing eventually I would bump into the 130,000 acre proposed wilderness area at some point. I should clarify that I had all the right 1:24,000 maps and the wrong 1:100,000 map, so I could navigate to the edge of where I needed to be and then drove blindly west until I just happened to show up on one of my 1:24,000 maps. Magically, and with the luck that seems to follow me around out there (thank the stars!) I bumped right into the most pertinent map fairly quickly and with no back-tracking or getting lost.
So there I am, in the "Crown Jewel" of the Red Desert, maps and snazzy new I-Pad in hand, early on the morning of Wednesday the 5th of June. The desert looks different in June, it is green and birds chirp, wild flowers dot the hill sides. This was just what I needed, to be back in action, in the relaxing setting of the silent desert, my new puppy Mia by my side, just inventorying the day away. This is what I live for. Of course things never go that well, and I discovered a confusing maze of new oil and gas roads covering, shadowing, and crisscrossing the original two-tracks that I was hoping to travel. Covered with recently crushed sharp gravel and laying huge swaths of ugly destruction across the desert. In my line of work though you not only have to roll with such things you have to completely document them with photos and GPS points. So this is what I did, for a tedious 12 hours, jumping in and out of the truck, enduring the yelled suggestions of passers-by (assumed in general to be oil and gas industry employees, all very nice, all very confuddled as to why I should be out there with my dog, just hanging out in an active gas field) regarding being aware of rattlesnakes and mud, deep sand, and gravel, and such. Sometimes I wonder if they don't talk to me just to make sure they aren't imagining me, because after all this country isn't exactly beautiful anymore, with gas wells dotting the countryside, so why would a girl and her dog, all dressed up in hiking gear, be traipsing around the place anyway?
So at the close of my day, as the sun is setting and the silence of the desert is closing in (my favorite time of day out there) I prepared my truck for sleeping in and promptly passed out at 8:15 in the evening, the sky still lit with rays from the setting sun, and don't wake up for an instant for a solid 9 hours. I guess I should have worked back up to this...
Day two of field season 2013 started great, warm breakfast, happy puppy company, and a beautiful sunrise accompanied by singing birds, what could possibly go wrong? Well see here is where I run into trouble, because as soon as things start to seem idyllic I should always know trouble is on the horizon. So on this beautiful Thursday morning I start by hiking a long some bits and pieces of an old two-track route that has been mostly covered by a brand spanking new gravel super highway to a not-yet-been-drilled wellpad and the camera on my I-Pad app starts malfunctioning. It can't focus and sits on a white screen and no matter what I do I can't seem to fix it (here I guess any remotely tech-savvy person would probably tell me to try rebooting the I-Pad, but on this I claim ignorance, I had no idea that was even possible) so after frantic text messaging with our business manager it is decided that I should head back to town and get on the phone/internet and figure this out.
So, after one successful day and two nights in the desert, I hea back towards civilization to try to find a solution to this problem. It takes nearly an hour to get from where I was to the nearest gas station and I was feeling irrationally confident about my gas situation when I reached the paved road so I decided to not go 20 minutes out of my way to get gas and instead continue on the additional hour to the nearest gas station on my way. This proved to be possible, but more than a little nerve-wracking as I rolled into the gas station with the arrow on the far side of E a little over an hour later. Perhaps it was the low-on-gas related anxiety, or just general disappointment at heading back so soon, but for whatever reason I was able to roll right up to the pump, fill my tank, and head inside to grab my receipt without noticing that somewhere along the way one of my tires had become completely flat. On my way back from the receipt collecting mission I did happen to notice a disturbing tilt to my truck, and the deflated tire soon claimed the spot on the very tippy top of my to-do list. I slowly drove it away from the pump (there was a line forming behind) and begin the tedious procedure of dragging out all the bits and pieces required to change the tire. Happily I was at this point in the parking lot of a truck stop, and it only took about 20 seconds of me jumping up and down on the tire iron in an attempt to loosen air-wrench tightened lug nuts for a kind soul with bigger muscles than mine to offer some assistance.
Another set of hands made the whole process so much easier, and so with many thanks to my kind stranger at the Rawlins' Loves, I was on my way again soon at the breakneck speed of 55 MPH required by the donut I had just torqued onto my truck. The kind stranger's last words to me were "you might want to check out that front one too, looks a little low," and he was off toward the truck that he likely currently calls home. There are 100 miles of highway between Rawlins and the nearest Walmart Tire Center (where I had a warrantee on my tires) in both directions, I chose the eastern route, as Laramie is where I could sleep in my own bed that night. Upon my arrival I checked the truck all in, called a coworker to pick me up, and left Grimace the Purple truck in the (assumed) capable hands of the Walmart Tire Center staff. A few hours later they called to say my truck was done, but a conversation needed to be had about my tires when I return. Ominous, I thought, so I headed back up there with my coworker only to find my truck still in the bays with no tires, no wheels even, on it at all. Uh-oh.
The staff calmly informed me that they had thought it was done because they had tested the Firestone (read: donut, that clearly features the words "temporary tire, max speed 55 mph" on its side) and found no issue but later realized that (as I had mentioned at check in) the flat was in the truck bed. Upon further inspection, they had apparently also found that I had also, somewhere along the way, punctured a second tire as well. Finally they informed me that these particular tires were not in stock at the moment, and one to seven days would be required for them to come in on order. Super.
A lengthy discussion about tires ensued, somewhere in the middle of which we decided a slightly higher quality tire might be more appropriate for my line of work and an order was begun, at which point it became clear that the wrong tire size had somehow been taken initially and in fact the tires currently on the truck were actually in stock at this very moment, but it was too late. We had already decided on better tires, and better tires we would get! So, order placed, approval received, receipt in hand, we parted ways with Walmart once again under the understanding that I would be getting a phone call when the new tires came in, sometime in the next one to sseven days. The very next day though, I came to realize that among the gear I had left in the bed of the truck, I had also left behind a few essentials that I now needed to go pick up, so I popped back by Walmart to grab a few things and learned, to my surprise, that at some point during the day my new tires had come in, though they still were not on my truck, and that they were "just about to call me," but had "misplaced my number." Okay, I said, put them on please. We again completed a redundancy of the checking-in process of the day before and I was told I would be back on the road the very next day, they took my phone number again (this time even entering it into the computer) and we parted ways on promises that I would receive a call as soon as my truck was ready. This was two days ago now, and yet somehow I am clearly still in range of internet access, so if my having returned to the desert seems unlikely to you, you'd be correct.
In other, more splendid news, the app problem that I was having with the I-Pad turned out to be easily solved and the solution does not require internet access, and so can be preformed in the field. So I am thrilled about that! I am packed and ready to head back out, as soon as I have a truck again, and when that day comes I will be sure to share the trials and tribulations that are sure to occur on my next trip; because if these first few days are setting the tone for the entire summer than it is sure to be interesting to say the least!
Tomorrow morning, first thing, the Walmart Tire Center will be hearing from me, but for now I am enjoying my weekend and having a glass of wine. Wilderness Inventory Specialist: The impatient and easily discouraged need not apply.
Adobe Town Proposed Wilderness:
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Help me get the word out!
Do you want to give mother nature a really great Christmas present this year? Do you love Wyoming's wild places? Do you wish that you could make some sort of contribution to offset that inherent damage that your energy consumption does to the environment in the extraction of fuels? Are you apathetic about the environment but love me? Well boy oh boy do I have an opportunity for you! Here's the deal: The little non-profit that I work for in Wyoming is trying to get a grant this winter from the EnviroKids program by Nature's Path Foods and we need your help! Because we are such a small organization working in a not very populous state we start out with a handicap right out of the gate, we just don't have influence over the same number of people that a non-profit in say NYC or San Francisco has. Last years winner won with something like 27,000 votes and we operate in a city that barely has that many people in it. BCA fights for the responsible management of public lands in Wyoming, but the pocket gophers, wolves, elk, deer, and sage grouse can't vote, they don't have facebook accounts. YOU do.
We could be the underdog story of the year! I have no facts to back this up, it is merely conjecture, but I'm pretty sure a non-national, Wyoming based non-profit has never won a FB voting based grant on any sort of a large scale. I can't confirm nor deny this, but no matter how many different ways I google "Wyoming non-profit wins grant through facebook voting" I still come up with nothing. Help us change that, BCA does a lot of good work, with only a few great employees, and a severely limited budget because we can't imagine not doing it; this is our passion and our life's work, help us keep it up!
MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS WHOLE POST BELOW:
How to Vote:
1. Go here.
2. If it doesn't come up automatically, find the project titled: Protecting Wyoming's Wildlife from the Oil Industry by Erik Molvar
3. Click "Vote Now"
4. Do it again every 24 hours until Dec 15th at midnight
"P-p-p-p-please help BCA help us!" -Pronghorns
Friday, November 16, 2012
Yet Another Call to Action...
"For unnumbered centuries of human history the wilderness has
given way. The priority of industry has become dogma. Are we as yet
sufficiently enlightened to realize that we must now challenge that
dogma, or do without our wilderness? Do we realize that industry, which
has been our good servant, might make a poor master?" ~Aldo Leopold
I know that I have always been conscious of the quiet, but steady destruction of wild places that human consumption necessitates, somewhere in the back of my head there has always been an awareness that natural places that I have known and loved in my life will not always be there. Its a reality I have been uncomfortable with for a long time, but one that I know I thought, and I think most people think, that they can do nothing about. How does one person stop the inevitable grind of progress in defense of the wild places they have come to love? This is an adversary against which the average person cannot possibly compete, right? But in my more recent work I am beginning to discover the ways in which each of us, in our own way, can make a difference. I am finding them, and I want to share them, because this is a fight that is truly worth fighting, not just for the environmentalists and the outdoors enthusiasts, but for everyone and let me tell you why.
I recently listened to an episode of the podcast called "Too Much Information" with Benjamen Walker called "4 Big Ideas From Sept 17th, 2012" and I highly recommend it to everyone, and I mean everyone, not just environmentalists, even though I know that my audience of the 4 people who read this blog is heavily biased on the environmental side, please share this, because this matters. It's about the book Small is Beautiful by the British economist and author E. F. Schumacher and it talks about economics of scale. My favorite quote from the episode is by the author Andrew Sims, who says:
"If a business goes bankrupt you can set up elsewhere, if the biosphere, if the ecosystems upon which we depend are bankrupted through over-exploitation, well, there might be no coming back from that."
I love it because I think it completely explains the sense of urgency I feel about protecting the planet that we depend on, not just because I am a nature-loving tree-hugger, but because I can see that in a very fundamental way this planet sustains us, and if we don't take care to preserve at least some of it, eventually we will bankrupt it. Consider this statistic: According to the Pew Environment Group 6000 acres of open land are lost each day...each day! That is 2.19 million acres of land that are lost each year, every year or alternatively 250 acres per hour...until somebody says that's enough. I'm saying that's enough now. We cannot live as though our resources are infinite, we cannot assume that growth is always the answer. Try to imagine a world with no open spaces, no wild lands, no wilderness. It should be unimaginable, because it is illogical and unnatural, but I've met people who say they would prefer it. I think this is a preference borne of a lack of understanding.
So what can you do to help change this?
Educate, teach your children about the environment and wildernesses that you love, your parents, your friends. Talk about it, tell people why you care. I can't help but be passionate about these things, and it just bubbles out of me all the time. Ask any one of my friends, I am one of the most annoying hiking buddies ever, because I just spout information about ecosystems, air quality, endangered species, habitat loss, and anything else that pops into my head. I can't help it, but I like to think that every once in a while I inspire someone else to care, and that is the best outcome that I can think of.
Support, not everyone wants to do the kind of work that I do, and that is absolutely fine. Not everyone has to, but if you support the efforts that people in my line of work are making, show it. I know so many people who agree with what I do, and congratulate my efforts to protect these wild lands, but getting people to lift a pen and share these feelings with others is like pulling teeth! Writing a letter to the editor, blog post, facebook post, or tweet about a local wilderness area that you love can be so inspiring to someone like me who spends their days making efforts that most people never even notice. Like the Campaign for America's Wilderness on facebook, find the person closest to your area who is out there inventorying public lands to find eligible wilderness areas and shake their hand, write them a thank you letter, or donate to their organization. Write to your congress person urging them to give lands near you wilderness protection. These things can take 5 minutes, but if you don't show anyone that these issues matter to you, no one will ever do anything about it.
Warning: Shameless plug of my own work to follow...
If you are in Wyoming, have traveled to Wyoming, or want to travel to Wyoming, consider doing me the favor of writing something about your appreciation of the lands that I have inventoried. If you hunt in Wyoming, consider voicing how crucial winter ranges for big game need better protections so that there will continue to be healthy populations of game for sport hunting. If you appreciate desert landscapes, consider writing to the to a local paper and expressing how important it is that we realize deserts are not simply wasted space, sitting on top of possible energy reserves, but are instead valuable habitats and ecosystems. If you like backpacking and back country camping, write to your favorite magazine or publication urging readers to recognize that many of the areas they enjoy are not yet protected, and could in fact be developed at any time.
Do something! Do anything. Express what you care about in your state and why to anyone that you can, because tomorrow's 6000 acres could be the forests and fields of your childhood, and if you stay quiet today you'll forever regret it when that fateful tomorrow comes.
"The most striking thing about modern industry is that it requires so much and accomplishes so little. Modern industry seems to be inefficient to a degree that surpasses one's ordinary powers of imagination. Its inefficiency therefore remains unnoticed." -E. F. Schumacher
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Me, Myself, and Irene
Time for my monthly blog update - St. Thomas + me + blog = failure. I just can't seem to update this thing regularly, despite the fact that I'm sitting at a desk in front of a computer for close to and sometimes over 40 hours per week. Anyway, here I am now, halfway through a grueling 12 hour work day with almost nothing to do at all, and I thought maybe I should put some time into updating this thing. By the way, when did it get to be September? My goodness where is this year going?
A lot has happened lately, happy and sad. Irene came ripping through Saint Thomas and all my friends and family up north were calling and emailing to make sure I was alright, then, not even a week later she hit the north and I was emailing and calling all of them. Somehow I thought down here in the warm Caribbean waters I would get the worst of the storm but it seems she was just getting started down here and she really did her damage far to the north. Fortunately my family is all fine, and none of their homes were destroyed. Unfortunately my friends in NY were not so lucky. The town of Keene was hit very hard and had significant flooding. The AuSable River, normally flowing at about 220 cubic feet per second this time of the year, reached an incredible 48,500 cfs in under 18 hours (check out the impressive hydrograph here). The damage was catastrophic. In Keene roads were wiped out, the fire station was washed away, homes were lost or buried in mud, families were stranded as their roads and driveways washed out. In Willsboro power was lost and roads were washed out. In Vermont entire towns were flooded, homes lost, downtowns under water. My dad is up in Waterbury for the day volunteering and I dearly wish I could be there to help him. If you'd like to help him, or folks in your town, here are some places you might look:
In New York State: The NY Red Cross is coordinating volunteer efforts in all the towns in desperate need, contact them to find out more: www.nyredcross.org
In Vermont: You can always contact the Vermont Red Cross (http://www.redcrossvtnhuv.org/index.asp?IDCapitulo=44W8UXGL8L) but my congressman also sent me this great little site, a blog created to coordinate volunteer efforts and offers of housing, ways to donate, etc: http://vtresponse.wordpress.com/
As you may have guessed from my time in Peace Corps and AmeriCorps, volunteering is a really big deal to me, and it's killing me that I can't be there for my friends and neighbors to shovel some mud and haul some sand bags. Since I can't, I am begging those of you that can to help in any way you choose.
I don't think I ever thought I would be sitting here in the beautiful Caribbean dreaming of shoveling mud back home, but life surprises you sometimes.
Outside of that I have had plenty of other little excitements. My mother came down for a whirlwind birthday weekend of fun and we adventured around the down town, spent a day in St. John, and laid on the beach. It was such a pleasure to be able to share my new home with my mom, I've never had many visitors at all the crazy places I move to so this was a particularly special treat. Somehow the place seemed more magical when I was explaining it's virtues to her than it ever had before.
I have also begun the job hunting process once again. It seems I'm always "starting a serious job hunt" for about a month or 6, right up until I find something else temporary and exciting that distracts me from growing up and getting a big kid job. That being said I'm (hopefully) once again on the big kid job hunt, so if you find anything feel free to send it my way. I am being picky about my jobs this time around - #1 I want to be outside as much as possible at work. #2 I like to work hard, in fact I love it if I am completely exhausted at the end of a day at work. #3 I would ideally like to find a job I can feel proud of - something to do with helping people, animals, or the environment would be best, but I'll settle for one that avoids hurting any of those things if I have to. I have had a lot of jobs I did and didn't enjoy and I think my travels and transiency have taught me a lot about what I want in a home and in a job, so even though the job market is still pretty terrible I think I'm going to take my time and be picky. I have plenty of wonderful adventures to keep me busy in the mean time.
Anyway that's my life at the moment, a little Caribbean island hopping, a little momma visiting, a little beach laying, a lot of hours spent in this office. Not half bad.
A lot has happened lately, happy and sad. Irene came ripping through Saint Thomas and all my friends and family up north were calling and emailing to make sure I was alright, then, not even a week later she hit the north and I was emailing and calling all of them. Somehow I thought down here in the warm Caribbean waters I would get the worst of the storm but it seems she was just getting started down here and she really did her damage far to the north. Fortunately my family is all fine, and none of their homes were destroyed. Unfortunately my friends in NY were not so lucky. The town of Keene was hit very hard and had significant flooding. The AuSable River, normally flowing at about 220 cubic feet per second this time of the year, reached an incredible 48,500 cfs in under 18 hours (check out the impressive hydrograph here). The damage was catastrophic. In Keene roads were wiped out, the fire station was washed away, homes were lost or buried in mud, families were stranded as their roads and driveways washed out. In Willsboro power was lost and roads were washed out. In Vermont entire towns were flooded, homes lost, downtowns under water. My dad is up in Waterbury for the day volunteering and I dearly wish I could be there to help him. If you'd like to help him, or folks in your town, here are some places you might look:
In New York State: The NY Red Cross is coordinating volunteer efforts in all the towns in desperate need, contact them to find out more: www.nyredcross.org
In Vermont: You can always contact the Vermont Red Cross (http://www.redcrossvtnhuv.org/index.asp?IDCapitulo=44W8UXGL8L) but my congressman also sent me this great little site, a blog created to coordinate volunteer efforts and offers of housing, ways to donate, etc: http://vtresponse.wordpress.com/
As you may have guessed from my time in Peace Corps and AmeriCorps, volunteering is a really big deal to me, and it's killing me that I can't be there for my friends and neighbors to shovel some mud and haul some sand bags. Since I can't, I am begging those of you that can to help in any way you choose.
I don't think I ever thought I would be sitting here in the beautiful Caribbean dreaming of shoveling mud back home, but life surprises you sometimes.
Outside of that I have had plenty of other little excitements. My mother came down for a whirlwind birthday weekend of fun and we adventured around the down town, spent a day in St. John, and laid on the beach. It was such a pleasure to be able to share my new home with my mom, I've never had many visitors at all the crazy places I move to so this was a particularly special treat. Somehow the place seemed more magical when I was explaining it's virtues to her than it ever had before.
I have also begun the job hunting process once again. It seems I'm always "starting a serious job hunt" for about a month or 6, right up until I find something else temporary and exciting that distracts me from growing up and getting a big kid job. That being said I'm (hopefully) once again on the big kid job hunt, so if you find anything feel free to send it my way. I am being picky about my jobs this time around - #1 I want to be outside as much as possible at work. #2 I like to work hard, in fact I love it if I am completely exhausted at the end of a day at work. #3 I would ideally like to find a job I can feel proud of - something to do with helping people, animals, or the environment would be best, but I'll settle for one that avoids hurting any of those things if I have to. I have had a lot of jobs I did and didn't enjoy and I think my travels and transiency have taught me a lot about what I want in a home and in a job, so even though the job market is still pretty terrible I think I'm going to take my time and be picky. I have plenty of wonderful adventures to keep me busy in the mean time.
Anyway that's my life at the moment, a little Caribbean island hopping, a little momma visiting, a little beach laying, a lot of hours spent in this office. Not half bad.
Monday, November 8, 2010
UPDATE!
I made a listing on my Etsy store for these very special $25 photos, so you can easily purchase one there and I will send it your way! No muss no fuss! I posted a few new options on Etsy as well and I'll post a few more previously unposted photos here too so you have tons of options! Make sure you make it clear which photo you would like in the note to seller on Etsy, if it is from the blog give me the date it was posted and the caption underneath it, if it is just one you know that I have somewhere then email me or call me or message me one way or another and we'll talk until I know exactly which on you want! Thank youuuuu! Also a special thank you to Allison, for being the first one to offer to purchase one, I would be nothing without my friends and family and you all mean the world to me!
Utah Mountains
Goldrush Rafting Co. - Coloma, CA
Check out the listing on my Etsy shop for more:: http://www.etsy.com/listing/61229952/25-dollar-and-no-shipping-8x10-photos
THANK YOU!
Furthering my career!
Hello friends and family and other friendly folks who happen to read this!
Boy do I ever have a special offer to make to you today! As you all know I have been looking for jobs and considering different options for furthering my career. Currently I have $250 left in my AmeriCorps training budget given to me by the Conservancy that has to be used by the end of my term in December. I have been looking for training opportunities that might be interesting and look good on a resume, and today I think I found the one that I want to do (EPA Campus Certified Environemntal Specialist Online Training)...the problem? Its $500, meaning that I have to dig $250 out of my own pocket to match the conservancy's contribution. This would be no problem if I weren't a full time volunteer...but since I am, things are a little bit tight. Here is my proposal to you: If anyone would like to make a $25 donation to my class (not tax deductible, sorry, I am not 501-3c...although I am practically a non-profit since I have not made any money in 2 years) I will send you an 8 x 10 print of any photo of your choice from this blog or any other one that you know I have (feel free to ask to see others) as a thank you gift. If just 10 people do this then I will only have to cover the cost of printing the photos, which would be excellent, but even if only 5 people do, I could probably scrape together the rest of the money if I needed too as well and that would also be great. I'm not looking for someone to pay for the whole thing, nor do I want anyone to contribute thats as hard up for cash as I am, and I hate to ask for my friends and family to bail me out since you have all already done so much for me, but just a little leg-up would be awesome.
Heres how it would work: If you are interested in a one of a kind, shelby original photo print with a personally signed thank you note from the artist herself then please send an email to shelby.perry@gmail.com or post a comment on this post and let me know that you are interested, what your mailing address is (unless I already have it), and which photo you would like - or if you don't know, what kinds of things you like and I'll find one for you. Then I will send your photo and you can mail me a check (made out to TRCD - The Tahoe Resource Conservation District, who manage my contract) when you have recieved the photo in the mail and are happy with it! Thats it! How easy!
Think about it, let me know, in the mean time, here are some photos you COULD be the luck owner of if you so chose :-)
Boy do I ever have a special offer to make to you today! As you all know I have been looking for jobs and considering different options for furthering my career. Currently I have $250 left in my AmeriCorps training budget given to me by the Conservancy that has to be used by the end of my term in December. I have been looking for training opportunities that might be interesting and look good on a resume, and today I think I found the one that I want to do (EPA Campus Certified Environemntal Specialist Online Training)...the problem? Its $500, meaning that I have to dig $250 out of my own pocket to match the conservancy's contribution. This would be no problem if I weren't a full time volunteer...but since I am, things are a little bit tight. Here is my proposal to you: If anyone would like to make a $25 donation to my class (not tax deductible, sorry, I am not 501-3c...although I am practically a non-profit since I have not made any money in 2 years) I will send you an 8 x 10 print of any photo of your choice from this blog or any other one that you know I have (feel free to ask to see others) as a thank you gift. If just 10 people do this then I will only have to cover the cost of printing the photos, which would be excellent, but even if only 5 people do, I could probably scrape together the rest of the money if I needed too as well and that would also be great. I'm not looking for someone to pay for the whole thing, nor do I want anyone to contribute thats as hard up for cash as I am, and I hate to ask for my friends and family to bail me out since you have all already done so much for me, but just a little leg-up would be awesome.
Heres how it would work: If you are interested in a one of a kind, shelby original photo print with a personally signed thank you note from the artist herself then please send an email to shelby.perry@gmail.com or post a comment on this post and let me know that you are interested, what your mailing address is (unless I already have it), and which photo you would like - or if you don't know, what kinds of things you like and I'll find one for you. Then I will send your photo and you can mail me a check (made out to TRCD - The Tahoe Resource Conservation District, who manage my contract) when you have recieved the photo in the mail and are happy with it! Thats it! How easy!
Think about it, let me know, in the mean time, here are some photos you COULD be the luck owner of if you so chose :-)
And sooooo many more!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
weeeeekend
What a looong crazy weekend! This is how my weekend went:
Friday: I opted just to relax and slept in, went to the beach, and then played silly games with silly friends for the evening...as for my photo of the day? I totally and completely forgot for one entire day to take a single picture...oops!
Friday: I opted just to relax and slept in, went to the beach, and then played silly games with silly friends for the evening...as for my photo of the day? I totally and completely forgot for one entire day to take a single picture...oops!
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Saturday: This was the Great Sierra River Clean-Up - an event that the South Lake area AmeriCorps volunteers partnered with Clean Tahoe, South Tahoe Refuse. Cal Trout, and a bunch of other great area organizations to put on. We hosted clean-ups on 14 river and lake sites in South Lake and has a turnout of nearly 200 volunteers who collected over 2300 pounds of trash! Hurray for clean and healthy beaches and streams!
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Sunday: After the clean-up on Saturday I picked up my stuff and left on ,my first ever wilderness back-packing overnight with a friend of mine in desolation wilderness. We hiked out to Ralston Lake from Echo Lakes on Saturday evening, made a warm dinner of soup and tortillas with cheese and then curled up in our sleeping bags for a night under the nearly full moon. This morning we had a leisurely breakfast and then took off climbing up Ralston Peak from the lake. Our route zig-zagged up the face of the mountain, over huge scree fields and through the little stream breaks then up the ridge line to the trail to the summit.
Taken Saturday on the hike in, the sun is setting over Echo Lakes
Sunrise from camp
Ralston Peak...we climbed right up what you're looking at.
Scree Field!
View from the top
I made it!
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Locals Season!
Today was our last day of BMI (water bug) sampling at work. We were way up on the West shore of Lake Tahoe in a little creek that will be a project site next year collecting pre-project data. When I dropped the meter into the water at 8:00 this morning the temperature read 8.4 degrees C. Thats about 47 degrees F. I know that doesn't sound that cold...but it felt pretty cold to me. That temperature meter told me that for the next 2 hours I would be up to my elbow in 47 degree water, digging through rocks and algae and trying to collect little water bugs in my net. Thats a long time, and let me tell you, it gets pretty cold. So after our first 150 meter reach of frigid water and slightly disgruntled bugs, we took a break for "elevensies" (which is like lunch but at 11:00, and usually followed by an actual lunch) and to wait for the feeling to return to my fingers. We were all chatting and the consultant we have been working with mentioned that this cool air (and water!) means that Autumn is really here and that it is what is affectionately referred to as the "locals season" here in Tahoe, when the weather turns cool, the hiking is great, and the tourists go home. The Autumn-y-ness of today inspired me to make an Autumny dessert for the dinner we're having here tomorrow night. Soooo I opted to make a peach spice cheesecake. I sorta made up the recipe as I went along, starting with a peach and chardonnay reduction seasoned with cinnamon and nutmeg and some sugar (which I totally made up and don't know if it'll be good on the cheesecake, but it tasted good when it was cooking), then I made a plain cheesecake (about 16 oz of cream cheese, 2 eggs, a dash of vanilla, a cup of sugar, and a bit of nutmeg and cinnamon) and blended in a bit of the peaches to that. Poured it into a graham cracker crust (butter, graham crackers, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg) and baked for 35 minutes then let it cool for 10 and then poured on the rest of the peaches. Tomorrow I'll make some fresh whipped cream with the left over cream from the truffles. I'll let you know how it goes...anyway here are some (not that good...) pictures. When I get better at taking more appetizing pictures of food, then I'll become a REAL food blogger!
Cheeeeeesecake!
Homemade Peach Sauce!
Okay, that looks gross in this picture, but wait till you see it tomorrow, all cut into slices, it'll be great...i hope....
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Monday, September 13, 2010
i betchu wonder where i've been!
You're probably thinking "one photo a day project? I don't know how to tell you this Shelby, but its been several days since you posted a photo, and you didn't even warn us you'd be gone. You probably totally forgot about updating this...didn;t even mean to miss all this time!" And to that I would say "wow...I'm honestly surprised at how much you care, in fact I didn't even think people read this!" and then I would change the subject away from me forgetting to update for...what has it been? 5 days now? Goodness...and I have been trying to be so good about it! At any rate, I took some pictures over the course of the weekend I promise, but because I took a hiatus without warning, I will impose a penalty on myself, and I will count them all as only one. Soooo without further ado, some photos:
Thursday: Beaver officially deceived! The white pipe is last years construction (deemed too small and not effective enough) and the barely visible black pipe is what we installed. I'm going back in a few days to see if he has rebuilt and if the deceiver has been effective.
Thursday: Beaver officially deceived! The white pipe is last years construction (deemed too small and not effective enough) and the barely visible black pipe is what we installed. I'm going back in a few days to see if he has rebuilt and if the deceiver has been effective.
Over the weekend: I made mint chocolate truffles to donated to the Tahoe Resource Conservation District Autumnfest Silent Auction to benefit the Tahoe Demonstration Garden. I also made chocolate peanut butter pillows (same as the ones I made here) and mini sized chocolate chocolate chip muffins (recipe here, slightly adapted for a mini muffin tin) for the bake sale at Autumnfest. A few recommendations: The muffins would probably have been better if I had not used whole wheat flour, which while healthy, tends to add a bit too much of its wheat-y flavor to these little muffies. The pillows were far more challenging this time because for some reason the chocolate dough on the outside was super crumbly (not at all the case the first time I made them) so instead of flattening a ball of the chocolate dough and then wrapping it around a ball of the peanut butter dough, I mushed the dough into little cups (that I should have take a picture of, sorrrrrry!) and dropped the ball of peanut butter in the middle then crumbled the sides of the cup down over it and called them chocolate lava cookies because the peanut butter oooooozed out through the cracks in the chocolate dough like lava. Still tasty as ever, slightly more annoying to make, but all in all a good solution.
This is a little moth that was hanging out on my screen, I liked him so I took a picture. PHOTO OF THE DAY!
How many have I taken? Lots more than 226, but thats ok.
How many do I have left? Roughly 139...thats lots!
Sorry for the delay Ace! But now I'm (going to do my best to be) back in business and on time! Hurray!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
just another fine day at work....
So today we spent most of the workday dismantling a beaver dam with an ax and our hands. Obviously my photo of the day has to be that, because it was pretty fantastic. Here are some of my coworkers showing us how its done!
**PS. No beavers were harmed during the making of this photo. We are simply removing an existing dam to put in a Clemson Leveler (Beaver Deceiver) that will allow some of the water to travel through while still making the beaver feel like he's dammed the river. He wil be able to build it all back by tomorrow night...and we didn't take down that big one behind them, just the one in the active stream channel.
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**PS. No beavers were harmed during the making of this photo. We are simply removing an existing dam to put in a Clemson Leveler (Beaver Deceiver) that will allow some of the water to travel through while still making the beaver feel like he's dammed the river. He wil be able to build it all back by tomorrow night...and we didn't take down that big one behind them, just the one in the active stream channel.
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
surveying
Today I learned to survey cross sections on Trout Creek. I snapped this shot through the viewfinder of the autolevel across the creek and into the willows.
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Monday, September 6, 2010
"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul."
Its only appropriate to start this one out with a John Muir quote, as he traveled to and loved all the places in the Sierra that I'm about to show you (and many others that I haven't had the opportunity to visit yet...), but more than that, he is quite possibly the reason many of them still exist today.
Friday:
Spent the morning at work, that afternoon packing, and the evening on the road to Mammoth. Here's a shot from my morning at work, taken of Lake Tahoe from the Upper Truckee Marsh...if you look closely you can see a raising hot air balloon in the center of the photo:
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Saturday:
My first day in Mammoth! We spent the morning on the Owens River (me learning to fly fish, everyone else successfully fly-fishing...) after a few hours I got impatient with the wind impeding my learning and read a book instead. So as not to feel as though I was wasting the $12.50 I had spent on a fishing license for that day I gave it another go before lunch and then threw in the towel after lunch and we took off to check out some local attractions:
Friday:
Spent the morning at work, that afternoon packing, and the evening on the road to Mammoth. Here's a shot from my morning at work, taken of Lake Tahoe from the Upper Truckee Marsh...if you look closely you can see a raising hot air balloon in the center of the photo:
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Saturday:
My first day in Mammoth! We spent the morning on the Owens River (me learning to fly fish, everyone else successfully fly-fishing...) after a few hours I got impatient with the wind impeding my learning and read a book instead. So as not to feel as though I was wasting the $12.50 I had spent on a fishing license for that day I gave it another go before lunch and then threw in the towel after lunch and we took off to check out some local attractions:
The Owens River (aka. our fishin' spot)
Convict Lake (where we went after, so named for a gang of fugitives who escaped Carson City Prison in the 1870's and holed up in the mountains around this lake)
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Sunday:
After getting up early to hit the dusty trail, we hiked into the John Muir Wilderness and out to Sherwin Lakes, then to a pond, followed by Valentine Lake. We met a couple on the way who warned us that Valentine lake was small and disappointing, all grown in and not that exciting. We think maybe they made it to the pond and mistook it for Valentine Lake...What do you think?
John Muir Wilderness!
The Pond (still pretty beautiful...)
Valentine Lake (even more gorgeous than this picture in person and, in my opinion, well worth the 10 mile hike)
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Monday:
That brings us to today! Another morning spent fishing by the Owens but since my fishing License was expired I spent it reading a book and painting in the beautiful river valley. After we left Mammoth at lunch time we headed off to Lee Vining to see the famous Mono Lake (a Sierra salt lake whose glassy surface and unique "tufa" make it a California favorite) which I found to be incredibly beautiful despite its large fly population and pungent odor. Next we headed home over Monitor Pass and then it was "back to life" time and I spent the evening unpacking and unwinding and getting ready for work tomorrow.
Mono Lake
View from the top of the Eastern Slope of Monitor Pass
View down of the Western Slope. if you click and enlarge you can see smoke in the middle of the mountains from what we can only assume is a small forest fire...apparently they are commonplace to these parts but I'll never find then anything short of arresting and unnerving..)
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