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Turkey Tracks: September 2016 Update

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Turkey Tracks:  October 1, 2016

September 2016 Update

What a glorious summer I have had!

And the fun continues as my life continues to be rich with experiences.

The sailing trip on the J&E Riggin was terrific, as I posted earlier.

Quilter Timna Tarr comes next weekend for a Coastal Quilters trunk show and workshop on making “improvisational” quilts.  She has a terrific gallery on her web site.  Take a look?

On October 17th, some Coastal Quilters of Camden, Maine, will make another retreat at the Franciscan Guest House in Kennebunkport, Maine.  Attending will be my Bellevue High School, Bellevue, Nebraska, classmate, Penny Rogers Camm, who is making her VERY FIRST QUILT.  Messages have been flying between us about layouts and how to sew blocks together and so forth.  Her quilt is so, so pretty.  We will pick out borders, etc., when she comes week after next.

I picked what will probably be this season’s LAST flower bouquet the other day.

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Next year I want MORE cosmos and zinnas in my garden.  And I need to go out and cut the gorgeous hydrangeas to bring in side the house for winter decorations.

Friend Megan Bruns is in Texas with her family this week.  She took all the rosettes from her Millifiori quilt (see former blog posts for details), and her mother helped her decide how to put them together.  This picture is the last I received.  Megan used all Anna Maria Horner fabrics in this quilt.  Of course there will be borders and so forth yet to do.

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Horch roofers have been here for the past two days.  The new roof is so pretty.  Pictures of it later as the yard and house is full of men, flying roof pieces, and equipment.  I would take my life in my hands to go out there.  Besides, it is cloudy and overcast, so I’ll get pictures later.  I am loving the soft color of the roof though.

We still have had no appreciable rain.  I continue to worry about my well running dry.  I have stopped watering deeply outside.  The growing season is running down anyway.  I do not think we will get much fall color this year as drought-struck trees are just dropping brown leaves to, hopefully, save themselves.

 

Turkey Tracks: Sunday Puttering

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Turkey Tracks:  August 21, 2016

Sunday Puttering

I love a day like today.

No schedule.  Nothing to do but what I want to do.  Within reason, anyway.  It always involves comfy clothes:  freedom of the body with no bra or anything tight.

I read a bit over breakfast:  email, the news (I have the NYTimes articles every day online and it’s so easy and convenient and has no ads), Facebook, the weekly local papers.  One of my fellow passengers on the Riggin in July posted his OUTSTANDING pictures to the rest of us.  I’ll do a blog entry of some of them in a bit.

We are getting a storm, which we need, but the sun comes out a bit, and I find myself watering, weeding a little, gathering, feeding birds (I made sugar syrup for the hummers) and just puttering about.

I roast some beets:

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These will get into a green salad with blue cheese, some spring onions, and my mustardy/garlicky vinaigrette.

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I pick chard from the garden and bring it inside to dry.  It will go into Mason jars and be thrown into soups and stews this winter.  Green flakes, after the food processor chops up the dried leaves.

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The bottom flat is full of drying cherry tomatoes picked yesterday:  Sun Golds.  I pick another whole batch while in the garden.  Rain makes the ripe tomatoes burst open.  I have no container with me, so I make one from the bottom of my shirt tail.

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After dripping some whey out of yogurt, I make mayonnaise–using some minimally processed avocado oil.  It’s delicious, so that’s a winner.  I find even the light olive oils to be too strong for a lemony mayo.  The addition of the whey “cultures” the mayo so that it lasts a long time.

What’s behind the mayo making is a yen for a BLT–it’s that time of year.  AND, I have a beautiful little head of cabbage that wants to be turned into coleslaw.

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I clean out the produce drawers in the refrigerator.  The Hope’s Edge weekly CSA pickup is Tuesday.  (More tomatoes!)  And I determine that I will pan sauté the remaining zukes, yellow squash, a new onion, new potatoes, some cherry tomatoes, and an eggplant with some herbs, especially mint.  I’ll use the bacon grease as a flavoring agent.  It’s a “good fat,” and my bacon is nitrate/nitrite free.  I have a baked chicken breast I’ll warm to go along with this supper.

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I read some of the LAST Ogilvie book on the fictional people of the fictional Bennet’s Island–located somewhere near Matinicus–while eating and put it down only to make a maple syruplatte with my little Moka pot and milk frother.

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Raw whole milk and freshly grated nutmeg.  Sometimes I add cinnamon too.  I only warm the milk before frothing it to prevent killing all its goodness.

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This one is a little light on milk…  But it was delicious!

Penny has been waiting patiently for her walk.  We take a run up to a neighbors trails where she can fun free.  The fog and lower clouds are skimming the tree tops and covering the mountains.  It’s glorious.

When we come home, red squirrel is sitting on top of the bench downstairs.  She traps him/her on the upper porch, and s/he leaps off to the hydrangeas below and makes a run for a nearby oak.  Penny is only a half-length behind him/her.  Everyone is excited about the drama.

I’m easily amused on puttering days.

 

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August 21, 2016 at 4:41 pm

Turkey Tracks: Home Again From the J&E Riggin Sail

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Turkey Tracks:  August 1, 2016

Home Again From the J&E Riggin Sail

What a terrific six days!

The music, the music, the music!  Geoff Kauffman, who has forgotten more about sailing music and maritime history than most will every know, beguiled us once more.

The laughter–big old belly laughs at times–the kind where you get tears in your eyes.

The beauty.  The gorgeousness.

The food.  Fresh, local, varied, tantalizing.

The visits with passengers I’ve sailed with many times now and the meeting of passengers new to the Riggin.

I’ve already signed up for next year’s “music” sail:  July 24-29th.  And if you want to come, sign up now as the roster is getting full.

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I decided early on that I did not want to spend the week taking pictures and involving myself with much technology–beyond the book I had downloaded on to my ipod touch.  After the election turmoil on tv, I just wanted a break away from everything.  I just wanted to read, nap, sew, lie in the sun, enjoy the sailing, and laugh.  But not to worry, one of my sailing companions was taking some pretty nice pictures, and she has promised to send me about 10 of her best, and I will post those when they come.

We boarded Sunday at 5 p.m.  This year I took a picnic supper and read until the light faded.  I was tired from all the organizing to leave the house for six days and an afternoon of heavy duty weeding, and it was so nice to just sit on the boat and rest.  Above, on the dock landing, an osprey nest contained two babies–about half grown.  Would they be there when we got back?

Monday morning was bustling as supplies for six days came aboard, including boxes of organic local veggies from my CSA, Hope’s Edge, delivered by Farmer Tom Griffin.  Captain Annie Mahle served us a huge breakfast.  Then we were off, sailing past the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse and through the Fox Island Thoroughfare.  We had great wind and made it all the way to what we call “Wooden Boat Harbor,” off Brooklin, where the Wooden Boat School is.  As soon as we anchored, our boat swimmers jumped into the water.

Tuesday night saw us anchoring at the mouth of Sommes Sound, up on Mt Desert Island (Acadia National Park) just off of Southwest Harbor.  I have not been up here in years in the boat.  But I had sleeping sickness and missed the trip up part of Sommes Sound (a natural fiord) and back.  

Wednesday, after folks went ashore at Southwest Harbor, had us anchoring off of one of the “Dark Islands”–there are several “Dark” islands–and having a lobster bake.  The water off the little white crescent beach was turquoise blue and crystal clear.  I found a whole cluster of Golden Chanterelle mushrooms in the woods, and Annie cooked them up Thursday night.  She took this picture.Golden Chanterelles

Thursday we sailed through Eggemoggin Reach and under the bridge.  In the afternoon late, on the way to Belfast, storms threatened, so we all donned our foul weather gear.  That cured the problem, and dry, we sailed in to Belfast to anchor next to the Timberwind, moored dockside. The Timberwind is working as a day sailor out of Belfast.  The crew joined us for dinner, and after we did get some rain (the tarp was up by then), a music festival happened on the Riggin with visiting singers from the Belfast area.  It was a lively, fun time.  Everyone sang.  A lot.

Friday saw us enjoying a leisurely sail back down the coast toward Camden and a night in Pulpit Harbor, which I have never visited.  Pulpit sits just across from Camden and Rockland on North Haven Island.  It’s a beautiful little harbor.  Of course, there were lots of swimmers, as there have been every day.

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Saturday‘s boat held a lot of nostalgic and sad folks.  We had had such a grand time.  Annie made her famous sweet rolls for us and, later, served a grand brunch to send us on our way.  And Geoff Kauffman did some last minute entertaining on the way back to Rockland.

I took this picture of the Victory Chimes with what was left of my phone battery.  The VC is on the Maine quarter (25 cents), and this straight-on shot of her is unusual.  She docks on the same wharf as the Riggin, and she is HUGE.

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Here’s Captain Annie as we near Rockland Harbor:

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Here’s Geoff teaching us about Appalachian music fun with a little wooden dancer and a flute:

Here, I was able to pan the deck so you can see the size of this boat.  The rear of the boat is straight ahead:

 

I did not knit this trip, but took two English Paper Piecing projects.  The quilt-let centers, and the one-inch pentagons to make spheres that will be stuffed with smelly plants, like lavender and balsam.

These centers are ready for the next step in the quilt-let project.

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Ready to be stuffed:

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In progress:

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The osprey babies were still in the nest:

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And when I got home, Linda McKinney had left me a bouquet of flowers from my very lush (and now weedy) garden:

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Turkey Tracks: Two Sailing Trips

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Turkey Tracks:  August 17, 2015

Two Sailing Trips

I spent 6 glorious days on the windjammer schooner J&E Riggin with friend of at least 40 years, June Derr.

We left the dock on a foggy Saturday morning, sailed through the fog bank, and enjoyed bright sunny weather for the rest of our beautiful trip.

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The Riggin is the middle ship.

Here she has her canopy up for deck protection.

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Here’s a pic of some members of this congenial group of sailors–most of whom have signed up for this same 6-day cruise next year.

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On our last day, as we were headed back toward Rockland, a big storm brewed up.  And here is perhaps my favorite picture of this trip–taken by June Derr:

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We ran for our foul-weather gear as the storm was moving fast.  I got June’s as she was busy taking pics.

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We ducked into Owls Head Harbor for the night–a beautiful harbor.  And the storm passed uneventfully and the sun came out before dusk arrived.

I didn’t even feel the storm from my seat in the galley, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading a good book.

When Mike was here, he treated us to a sail on the windjammer Olad, owned by Captain Erin Lincoln, which sails out of the Camden harbor.

My oldest grandchild, Bowen, was allowed to sail this ship for quite some time.  That experience fired up his imagination and dreams big time.

Here’s two pics of all of us:

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August 17, 2015 at 12:58 pm

Books: LEAVING BEFORE THE RAINS COME

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Books:  July 27, 2015

LEAVING BEFORE THE RAINS COME

ALEXANDRA FULLER

I am just back from six days on the windjammer J&E Riggin.

Six days comprised of glorious water views, fabulous Annie Mahle food and John Finger sailing, fun and enlightening Geoff Kauffman singing and storytelling, and island and town exploring.

Six days of reading/reading/reading, relaxing, visiting, and having a real vacation.

I’ve already signed up for this same trip next year.  AND for the four-day quilting cruise September 2016.  (Knitters, birdwatchers, readers, food appreciators, sailing lovers, and so for forth could come too.)

So, here’s a book I read on the Riggin:

 

 

 

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And I loved, loved it.

Alexandra Fuller, raised in southern Africa, married Charlie Ross, from America (Philadelphia).

Fuller, in wise and wonderful ways, brings home the point that we are NOT all alike under the sun.  Culture is a huge part of who we are–unless we have just all become consumers who live in “safe” places.

Here’s a short quote from a much longer, much richer passage where Fuller begins to get at the differences between being raised in southern Africa and most anywhere in America:

A pod of hippos snorted at us as we began our wobbling descent downstream.  I closed my eyes and paddled as calmly as I could.  Behind me, I could hear Charlie taking deliberate, sweeping strokes through the water.  He was unafraid of what might happen, because he saw the hippos not as I did, as the most murderous of all African wildlife, but as fellow river dwellers.  Charlie knew he was supposed to be here.  I knew I was a trespasser.  “Don’t panic,” Charlie said.  We were wearing lifejackets, Charlie had a throw bag and a river runner’s knife.  He knew CPR and had taught river rescue on rivers in Wyoming and Colorado as well as on the Zambezi.  But I understood; it’s rarely the thing you prepare for that undoes you (43).

And a quote showing how connected we are in our culture while we are still in it:

And two weeks later, when I lay in bed coughing and fevered, I believed I could remember the woman who had made me sick, because however hard we work to isolate ourselves from one another and to shore ourselves up against discomfort, we are not immune from one another.  There is no way to shut the doors against our contagions, to ward off the effects of our collective stupidity and greed and violence.  Those who have an understanding of the mhondoro ceremony were correct when they told me that all beings in a community are connected, that the madness of one is the madness of everyone, that there is no separation of minds and bodies between people.  It was true when they said the sickedness and carelessness and avarice of one would bring pestilence on the whole.  Your sickness is mine.  My sickness is yours (204).

How Fuller plays out these ideas, how she sees them in her own life, is so well done.

The book is about the breakup of a marriage of some standing, yes, but it’s also about so, so much more.

I highly recommend this one.

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July 27, 2015 at 2:50 pm

Poems: “Desiderata”

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Jeanine Gervais, whom I met and enjoyed on board the J&E Riggin windjammer last summer–and we will sail together next summer (July 20-2)as well–along with friend of long-standing June Derr–sent me this copy of “Desiderata.”

Enjoy!

 

DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they, too, have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements, as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be careful. Strive to be happy.

[Found in Old Saint Paul’s Church, Baltimore, dated 1692]

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November 14, 2014 at 1:53 pm

Turkey Tracks: Come Sailing With Me: Lobster Roast On An Uninhabited Island

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Turkey Tracks:  September 24, 2014

Come Sailing With Me

Lobster Roast On An Uninhabited Island

 

For many, the lobster roast is a windjammer sailing high point.

Passengers are ferried in the yawl boat to an uninhabited, beautiful island, and the crew cooks a gorgeous lobster roast.

Here’s the island we went to on this trip:

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Here’s a little video that pans from the beach:

I love the way the succulents grow right down over the rocks on some of these islands.

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The crew sets up a beautiful spread of snack food to eat while we wait for the lobsters to be cooked:

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Here’s the lobster pot being organized:

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And, eventually, there are lobsters!  That’s Captain Jon Finger to the left with crew members Justin and “Mouse” with the straw hat.

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Grateful passengers find natural seats and tables among the rocks on the beach:

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And after cooking marshmellows or making “some mores,” everyone goes back to the ship full and happy.

Here’s the Riggin, waiting for us:

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