tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4060428022071153462024-03-18T19:13:49.233-04:00My Quality Daya personal list of elements that help me remember that any day will have some redeeming qualitySharkbyteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139935335209860357noreply@blogger.comBlogger5382125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406042802207115346.post-41615592754988012122024-03-18T19:05:00.003-04:002024-03-18T19:05:59.898-04:00Best Photos of June 2022 <br>Here are the best of the pictures I took from June 2022. I'm still working on processing trip pictures.
<br><br>From June 2022, during the big hike, I've chosen what I think are the 10 best pictures to share. Sunshine makes for more nice pictures, but I still have a ton of marginal ones, or just shots that prove I saw something but won't win any kudos.
<br><br>I am saying these pictures are "best," not because they necessarily tell the story best, but because I think they are simply the best actual photographs. I've left them full size, so you can click on them and see them larger. That always makes photos look better. Two are cropped a bit, and one had the color saturation increased a tad.
<br><br>I spent June finishing New York and Vermont, and then drove to North Dakoa and started home.
<br><br>These are arranged chronologically... it seemed to work.
<br><br>One of the most beautiful places for views on the NCT is Jones Hill. It's not very big by Adirondack standards, but it has the proverbial location, location, location. This is the view to the south with possibly Beech Hill visible across the valley.
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<br><br>And chronologically, only 20 minutes later, the view to the north from the same Jones Hill across the Blue Ridge Range (the one in the Adirondacks) in some mist. Honestly, it's kind of hard to not show ten photos all from that hill!
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<br><br>At Crown Point, NY, on Lake Champlain, this is the Colonial era fort with the new (2011) Lake Champlain Bridge in the background. I like the contrast of shapes and time periods.
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<br><br>You know I'm a sucker for texture pictures. How about going from lush, green eastern mountains to dry cracked mud in North Dakota?
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<br><br>This is some shallows in an arm of Lake Audubon. I liked the various colors of earth and plant material.
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<br><br>I believe I have a few nice pictures of yellow-headed blackbirds from the summer I worked in northern Illinois, but I've hardly seen one of them since then. Not a spectacular picture, but decent.
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<br><br>As you may remember, North Dakota was wonderful for seeing bird life. That doesn't mean I got great pictures, because I'm only a photographer of opportunity. I don't stand around waiting for the right light and spending 30 minutes creeping up on a bird or hoping it will move its head just an inch. Nevertheless, this is the best picture I've every gotten of a northern shoveler duck.
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<br><br>A thirteen-lined ground squirrel was straining to see far ahead from his burrow. It's not the best picture I've ever taken of that critter, but I like the depth in the shot. It almost looks 3-D.
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<br><br>This is just some ordinary grass along the canal, but I like the lighting and contrast of textures.
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<br><br>Finally, this is one of my favorite shots from North Dakota. I just like the shapes defined by the fence and the hill.
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<br><br>Well, I counted wrong. I had one more texture picture, but I think it's not as good, and I've been trying to limit these collections to ten.
<br><br>In other news: I edited and wrote. What else is new? I must be making progress, the word count goes up.
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<br><br>and "Softly and Tenderly."
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<br><br>I think we did a pretty good job with them, although it's surprisingly hard to hear the melody in "Lord of the Dance."
<br><br>I edited a little and wrote a little. No car yet. Sometime this week, I hope.
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<br><br>This is the <I>Sedum takesimense</I> 'Atlantis' that is variegated green and white as it gets larger. This is going to be one of my favorite rock garden plants because look how bright it is even in the very early spring. And look! It has a little white crocus friend. It's probably the variety 'Blue Ice.' That's what I had planted somewhat in the same location.
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<br><br>The pasqueflower is in its prettiest phase. Still haven't seen the one in the lawn. Maybe the grass is making it harder for it, but it did flower last year because I found the leaves and seed pod. I used to have red ones too. They are all <I>Pulsitilla vulgaris</I>, but the red ones were a variety called 'Papageno.' Maybe the red ones reverted, maybe they died.
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<br><br>I am as interested in these early colors of the plants as I am in full summer. I'm pretty sure this Sedum is one of the <I>S. spurium</I> 'Dragon Blood.' However, that's not what I have recorded in that space. I don't have a note of any sedum at all in there. But it's been there quite a while- well established. Just a record-keeping failure, I'm sure.
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<br><br>And finally for today, this is one of my purchases from last year. I'm delighted to see it looking so happy. This is <I>Sempervivum sp.</I> Red Heart. All the babies sprout from long stolons instead of directly from the base of the mother.
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<br><br>I'm going to have to get my fencing up soon if things keep waking up.
<br><br>In other news: I edited, I wrote, I walked to the library.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 166.6 of which 52.8 is North Country Trail
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<br><br>Meanwhile, I went on a hike with Peg, Gary, Laura, and the ever-energetic Trixie!
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<br><br>We did a section of the NCT that I think is particularly pretty, north of Nichols Lake. There are several small lakes and a lot of wetlands, all glacial. This is part of the strip of wetlands north of Leaf Lake. I think it's even pretty in the brown shades.
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<br><br>A family of trumpeter swans on one of the bits of open water. We couldn't tell that the two following were juveniles from a distance. But in the picture I can see that they are still slightly gray.
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<br><br>One of the better pictures is Condon Lake. The sky stayed gray just about until we were done.
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<br><br>Lots of pretty trail in there.
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<br><br>Trixie is a stitch! She carries a kong frisbee with her all the time. Occasionally she gets the humans to throw it for her. We never had to tell her not to forget it.
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<br><br>I also checked out something new. There has always been a primitive but designated campsite at the south end of Sawkaw Lake, but I'd never bothered walking there. However, the Forest Service has recently added latrines at that one and the one on the far side of Condon Lake. Very nice.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 164.6 of which 52.8 is North Country Trail
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">North Country Trail, Newaygo County, MI. Nichols Lake north TH to Sawkaw Lake and back, plus spurs</FONT>
<br><br><B>BONUS SECTION:</B>
<br><br>No pictures; we were too stunned to take any. On the way home we saw a male peacock flying across the road. In the first place... what was the peacock doing there? It probably belongs to someone. Also, I didn't actually know that peacocks could fly. The answer is... they don't do it well or often. They are one of the largest birds that actually can fly, averaging 13 pounds. Why did the peacock cross the road? My guess is that he was looking for a lady-love, the same as all the turkeys. What did it look like? It flies sort of vertical and there is white under their wings. Just VERY odd and awkward! He landed beside the road and looked very ruffled and confused.
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<br><br><FONT SIZE="4"><B>Daniel White</B></FONT>
<br><br>b. August 19, 1649 Marshfield, MA d. May 6, 1724 Marshfield, MA
<br><br>Oldest child of Peregrine and Sarah (Basset) White.
<br><br>Married Hannah Hunt on August 19, 1674.
<br><br>Buried in Cedar Grove Cemetery, Marshfield, MA.
<br><br>Very little is known about Daniel. The family property was deeded to him in 1674 by his father, Peregrine. He would have been 25 years of age.
<br><br>Peregrine had a large house and quite a lot of land. There was the original gift from Sarah’s father of 40 acres, but he was also granted land because of being an original settler. 100 acres were gained by that grant in 1673, but there may have been more at another time. Also, Peregrine purchased additional land.
<br><br>So, Daniel suddenly became the owner and probably primary caretaker of a lot of property. We do know exactly where this land was. Marshfield Town (township), Massachusetts is on the coast of Cape Cod Bay, north of Duxbury.
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<br><br>The North and South Rivers met and flowed into Massachusetts Bay. The White property was at the base of Snake Hill just southwest of this river mouth. Since that time, the mouth has been relocated. Currently, Rexhame Beach is now found where the old rivermouth was.
<br><br>This is a current map from Google Terrain of that area. You can see the T in the river, just west of Rexhame Beach. That was the original outlet from the North and South Rivers.
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<br><br>This is the USGS Topo map of that area. You can see Snake Hill is named, as is the old river mouth. The name of the road that encircles the hill is now named Peregrine White Drive.
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<br><br>Snake Hill is important, because Peregrine’s and thus Daniel’s property was just at the southeast base of it. It’s indicated as being marshland, but apparently it wasn’t too wet to build on. Additionally, the marsh grass that grew there was considered a valuable resource for feeding the cattle that were brought to the colony. Documentation of the first cattle in New England is lost, but there was known to be a population of them in 1627. Cattle had been brought to the St. Lawrence River area in the mid-1500s, and to New Netherlands in 1625. Peregrine’s will states that he had, in 1704, one ox, half interest in a horse, four cows, one heifer, and half interest in three young cattle, along with some other farm animals. But these listed certainly would have eaten the marsh hay. Perhaps the half interests were with Daniel.
<br><br>On this map, from 1795, the North and South Rivers show, and what appears to be the Episcopal church somewhere on Snake Hill.
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<br><br>This 1838 map shows the same area, and the names S. White and J. White indicate that the land was still in the White family. It also shows the location of the Peregrine White apple tree.
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<br><br>This tree was undoubtedly planted while Daniel was a boy. He certainly helped tend the animals and harvest the fruit from this tree while growing up in the house pictured in the Peregrine White entry. This is a drawing of the tree in 1854. Half of the tree had died by 1851, and the remainder was dead by 1914.
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<br><br>However, a piece of wood from the tree was presented to the Hanover Historical Society in 1865. This is a real connection! I could touch something that was also touched by Daniel.
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<br><br>Daniel’s will survives, but I have not yet been able to access it on line. Perhaps it will verify that he continued life as a farmer.
<br><br>Interestingly, Find-a-grave has a lot of wrong information about some of the next generations. This appears to be due to confusion concerning what Hannah Daniel married.
<br><br>In other news: I edited and wrote.
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<br><br>Not much. The pond is always appealing, but there were no ducks. Looking back at earlier posts, it seems as if the birds usually show up about 2 weeks later. But I've already seen robins and red-winged blackbirds. Just not today.
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<br><br>The best part of the pond is a little arm of water reaching back to ??? It makes me want to explore. But I did once, and the owner had a cam somewhere out there and came roaring out in his truck and threw me off the property. He wasn't interested that I was practically a neighbor and was just walking home a different way. Sheesh.
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<br><br>The quaking aspen have their catkins all hanging out.
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<br><br>But it was a lovely, warm afternoon. My foot is still a little sore, but it did the three miles, and now I have ice on it.
<br><br>I edited, I wrote.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 156.8 of which 45.4 is North Country Trail
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<br><br>There is a sad little puddle of snowdrops.
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<br><br>Keep in mind that finding most of these this year is a surprise. I did know the pasqueflower was alive because its leaves last longer, but the rest of these plants had died back completely before I started cleaning up the rock garden on <A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://myqualityday.blogspot.com/2023/06/last-garden-post-for-while.html">June 2, 2023</A>.
<br><br>At one time, I had a lot of these mini-iris in various colors. Hopefully, a few more of them will pop up now that the garden is cleaned up better.
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<br><br>And this was a complete surprise. These crocus showed up in the yard. These have to be remnants of bulbs my mother gave me 40 years ago. Maybe I can get them marked so I can move them to the rock garden. I also used to have about 10 kinds of crocus in the rock garden, but I'm not sure if any of them have survived.
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<br><br>The troubling thing about seeing these flowers so early is that although it's fun, even though the year has been so mild, I'm not sure we are really at spring yet. Although these in bloom are ones that can tough it out if the weather gets nasty, other plants are coming up that may not handle a cold snap as well.
<br><br>In other news: I wrote a little bit, and did a bunch of stupid errands. This meant walking to Scottville. I got all ready to go and realized my car is in the shop! Duh. No problem, but I felt a little dumb. Bell choir practice. And I have a sore foot from a toe episode on yesterday's hike. I think I reinjured a place I jammed on the big hike. But I iced it, and it's better.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 153.8 of which 45.4 is North Country Trail.
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<br><br>It was a nice day to be out. No green yet except for moss and conifers, but that's OK.
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<br><br>Except for the bottom loop, the rest of the area is pretty hilly. This is out on Loop 5, the most difficult. I'd never even walked that because it was still in development the last time I hiked there. My favorite piece today was a connecting trail between Loops 4 and 5 that follows the top of a ridge.
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<br><br>My former adventure buddy, Ellen, is really involved with the group that maintains these trails, OCCSA (Oceana Cross Country Ski Association). Here's one serious piece of work they did.
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<br><br>I found a few little goodies. This is a jelly fungus, probably <i>Exidia recisa</I>, which can be black, brown or amber colored. It's sometimes called witches butter. I've showed you this in the past. It's really common.
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<br><br>This one is common too, but I may have an ID on it now. I think it's coral spot, <I>Nectria cinnabarina</I>. That said, I am NOT a fungus expert.
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<br><br>There are a few glacial erratic boulders out there. This was the biggest one I saw.
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<br><br>There are brand new ski trail blazes! I've never seen this style before. Pretty classy.
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<br><br>But the very best find of all was a bunch of these scattered on the trail. These are chestnuts! Now, I want to get really excited, but I can't tell if they are American (which would be a phenomenal find), or a hybrid (but how would one have gotten out there in the forest?). I don't know how to tell the seed pods apart, or if you even can tell them apart on the outside. I looked around for the tree, but didn't spot any bark that looked right. Later, I realized the tree might have been farther uphill and the "balls" had rolled down the trail. I also looked for leaves on the ground, but I think what I found were just large beech leaves. They didn't have pronounced enough spines. Anyway, I think I'm going to try to let someone know about this. The area is within the Manistee National Forest.
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<br><br>So, I pushed myself to do longer mileage. The loop was 7.9 miles, but I did extra and got 9.2 miles. I feel OK, just tired, and I did bang up a toe. I'll live.
<br><br>Not much else got done. I decided that was OK for today.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 151.8 of which 45.4 is North Country Trail (none of today is NCT).
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<br><br>For one thing, there is the weight issue. I was at a weight I can tolerate when I started, about 118. By the time I got to Maine Junction, half the hike, I was down to 107.
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<br><br>I felt great. I looked great. But several of my friends had complete hissy fits and said I was much too thin. So I tried to eat more. Of course I succeeded. I like food. Besides, do you know how little an old, small female can eat? Not much, the answer is not much.
<br><br>At home, I gain weight if I eat more than 1400 calories a day. Small, old people also don't burn as many calories. Only 60 per mile of walking. Seriously?! I wanted it to be a hundred, but no... So at 15 miles a day, that lets me add 900 calories. Now we are up to 2300 calories allowed. That's only one dessert more than what the goverment says is a normal diet. *groan*
<br><br>When I took the break from January-March 2023, I was a complete wreck. I could hardly move. Everything ached and I was as stiff as a board. My balance wasn't great, for me. In March, I finally got back up to walking more than two miles at a time, and in April, I went back to the trail, averaging about 10 miles a day. Apparently my metabolism didn't think it had been boosted, because it must have slowed right back down. I gained weight like crazy, topping out at 132. I am not proud of this.
<br><br>After I finished the hike in June, I knew I had to work on the stiffness. I've done exercises off and on in my life to tone particular things, but I've never had to do them just to function. This was a real kick in the chops, and a wake-up call. I started trying to eat less. I succeeded at eating less, but the body was not giving up any pounds. Uh-uh.
<br><br>In September, Marie and I hiked, keeping daily mileages between 7-10 miles. I also hiked every day at the Celebration, as some of you who were there know. The body was OK, but not great. I hoped this wasn't going to be the best I could come back to.
<br><br>And then... something happened on the way home from Vermont. Three days in the car and/or sleeping in several beds that were too soft sent my back into total hysterics. Sciatica, generalized aching. And I was still pretty stiff. The exercises were helping. In June, I could not even touch my toes- a first in my entire life. By September, I could touch the toes again, but it hurt.
<br><br>So I decided to ramp up the exercising. By then I was back to a reasonable energy level, instead of totally beat. I kept telling people that I was still in recovery, but hoped I could get even closer to what I consider normal.
<br><br>I was very careful on the January trip. The longest drive was 6 hours, and if the bed offered was soft, I slept on the floor. I walked some at least every couple of days. It worked! No hot back issues.
<br><br>Here's what I think was going on. Walking is great exercise, but doing nothing but that for a year probably resulted in serious muscle imbalances. This creates huge problems when some groups of muscles are strong and others are weak.
<br><br>My core was weak, my hips were tight, tight, tight. My hamstrings were like piano wires. So, I collected a bunch of exercises to work on all those problems, and I rotate through them so that I don't have to do the same ones every single day (boring).
<br><br>My balance is better. My back is better, although still twingy. My core feels strong again. I'm up to 20 pushups, 1 min 20 sec of planking, and all the other stretchy things, which mostly feel good to do.
<br><br>The weight? Sigh. Losing is really hard for me. It seems like I'm eating practically nothing. I'm only down to 128. I'd really like to get back to 118.
<br><br>I know that at 75, I'm not going to do the Allegheny 100 (a personal mileage challenge), or the Michigan Triple Crown (60 miles in 3 days). But I hope to be able to keep hiking with roughly 10-mile days. I'm back up to 7.6 as my longest day since September without much pain. I think I'll get there.
<br><br>My knees, particularly the left one that wasn't great when I left home, will never be quite as good, but I can tolerate them.
<br><br>How's the flexibility? Hands flat on the floor! How's the balance? You know the joke, right? I can put on my underwear without falling over!
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<br><br>In other news, I edited, wrote 1094 words, and got some groceries. I'll be without a car all week while mine is being fixed, so I needed some things.
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<br><br><FONT SIZE="4"><B>Peregrine White</B></FONT>
<br><br>b. late November, 1620 d. July 20, 1704
<br><br>One very cool piece of reality is that this is his baby cradle brought from England in anticipation of his birth. Talk about optimism! It was used by successive generations of his Winslow half-descendants and finally donated to a museum. It is Dutch wickerwork, and is considered one of the treasures of the time period.
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<br><br>The Mayflower landed on November 9, 1620. His biological father, William White, was one of the signers of the Mayflower Compact on November 21, 1620, and Peregrine was born probably before December began. You may recall that the calendars changed in 1582 from Julian to Gregorian, and it took a while before everyone was on the "same page" with this. So dates often need checking. Sources vary on which dating system was used to record some events. William died in February of 1621, and his mother married Edward Winslow who became one of the primary leaders of the Plymouth Colony. Incidentally, a portrait was made of Winslow, probably the only real likeness of a Mayflower passenger. [see my notes in Susanna's entry as to why I reject that possible picture of her]
<br><br>I've seen the replica of the Mayflower, and believe me, it's hard to picture 100 people traversing the ocean in a ship that isn't as big as a moderate sized house. I can't find my pictures from that trip, so you'll have to do with a picture from Wikipedia (credited to Paul Keleher)
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<br><br>At any rate, baby Peregrine (meaning wanderer or Pilgrim as he is sometimes called), grew up in the Plymouth Colony which grew into a stockaded village about a half-mile in length on each side. You have to wonder what life would have been like for a child in those conditions.
<br><br>He married Sarah Basset in 1648. Sarah's family came to America in 1621 on the ship <I>Fortune</I>. Interestingly enough, Peregrine and Sarah were fined for fornication, since son Daniel (my ancestor) was born a bit too soon in 1649!
<br><br>The family had moved to the village of Marshfield. Peregrine and Sarah had six children who lived to adulthood. There are two remaining images of his original house which survived until the late 1800s. This is one that was produced around 1890 for stereopticon viewing. The land was given to him by his father-in-law William Basset, Sr.
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<br><br>He became a Lieutenant and then a Captain in the local militia. In 1651, he was declared a Freeman, which gave him the right to vote.
<br><br>Very little is known about his adult years. He could easily have become a colonial leader, as did his younger half-brother Josiah. But he seems not to have taken this pathway, other than being appointed deputy of Marshfield in 1662. There are no letters or papers of his that have survived, and we don't have any real hints of how he thought or felt, although his name appears fairly regularly in records of Marshfield.
<br><br>In 1674, he gave his land to Daniel and seems to disappear from public records. However, in 1696, at the age of 78, he became a member of the church at Marshfield! His biographer speculates that some memorable event occurred that caused him to withdraw.
<br><br>His will survives, and leaves land and/or possessions to his children: Daniel, Jonathan, Peregrine Jr., Sarah, and Mercy. Son Sylvanus (born between Sarah and Mercy) had died in 1688. Wills of the time usually listed an inventory of goods, and his list is fairly long including such ordinary items as a gun, hatchett, bedstead, table, chairs, books, linens, cows, sheep, and bees.
<br><br>One other tangible evidence of his life is a piece of wood that was saved from an apple tree he is supposed to have planted, that lived until the late 1800s.
<br><br>An obituary appears in the <i>Boston News-Letter</I>, one of the earliest newspapers in America. "He was vigorous and of a comely aspect to the last." His death is recorded on July 20, 1704. It ends with the cryptic sentence, "Although he was in the former part of his life extravagant, yet was much reformed in his last years, and died hopefully." I'm not sure what conservative Puritans would have considered extravagant, but perhaps I also come by an adventurous gene or two through Peregrine.
<br><br>The last passenger on the Mayflower died in 1699, unless you allow that the unborn Peregrine was also a passenger. Then, he wins the honor.
<br><br>This is his actual signature.
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<br><br>In other news: I edited and I wrote another 1099 words.
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<br><br>I am a direct descendant of Peregrine. One of my bucket list goals is to try to create a book (not for publication, just for me) with stories of what I know of a lot of the people in my ancestral line. So tonight, I just took some of the new information about Susanna and collected it with some other info.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="3"><B>Susanna Jackson White (Winslow)</B></FONT>
<br><br>b. 1592 d. after 1654
<br><br>parents: Richard Jackson, Mary (Pettinger) Jackson
<br><br>Susanna grew up at Scrooby Manor in Nottinghamshire of Robin Hood fame. Scrooby Manor was the home of the Brewsters. He was a Separatist (those not in agreement with the Church of England) leader. The Brewster’s portion of the Manor was destroyed, but this is the part in which the Jacksons lived.
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<br><br>Around 1608 the family fled from persecution to Amsterdam and joined the Separatist congregation there.
<br><br>In Holland, she married William White, of Wisbech, Isle of Ely, Cambridgeshire, England. (This is probably the correct William White, although the Bradford list has him coming aboard the Mayflower as a merchant from London. And there is a third William White adding more confusion.)
<br><br>They had one son while in Holland, named Resolved, who would have been five years old on the Mayflower passage. Susanna was pregnant, and in her third trimester, on the voyage. There were two other pregnant women on board. Oceanus Hopkins was born during the trip.
<br><br>On anchoring in Plymouth harbor (Massachusetts) on November 9, 1620, the passengers realized there was no way to build homes before winter. They spent the first winter on board the Mayflower. Peregrine (Pilgrim) White was born some time in November of that year.
<br><br>All but four of the thirteen women who came on the Mayflower died before the next summer. Susanna was one of the survivors. However, her husband William died in February, 1621. He was one of the signers of the Mayflower Compact.
<br><br>She married Edward Winslow in May, 1621, the first recorded marriage in Massachusetts. They had five children, four of whom survived to adulthood. Edward’s first wife had died in March.
<br><br>Undoubtedly, Susanna was one of the people who helped prepare the first Thanksgiving feast.
<br><br>Her then husband, Edward, wrote home to England that the Wampanoag with Chief Massasoit and about 90 men (plus women and children? or 90 natives total? We don’t know) gathered to “entertain and feast” for three days. Venison, wildfowl, and corn are mentioned. Another account by Bradford adds turkeys to the menu. But there were certainly no wheat rolls. Any bread would have had a corn base, and stuffings for the meat, if any, were probably herbs and onions, possibly with nuts added.
<br><br>This painting was printed in the Smithsonian Magazine, 2011. It is less fanciful than many other portrayals of the feast. At least this one doesn’t have the natives in the dress of plains Indians! However, there are six Pilgrim women in the picture, and we know there were only four left. It would be nice if someone would try to paint something more authentic.
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<br><br>Susanna died between 1654 and 1656, based on wills in which she is mentioned. Her grave is in the Winslow Cemetery in Marshfield, Massachusetts. She was between 62 and 64 years of age.
<br><br>This purports to be a photograph of a painting of Susanna. It is possible she had a portrait made because there are existing paintings of Edward Winslow and of their son and daughter-in-law Josiah and Penelope Winslow. [edited- I doubt this is a likeness of Susanna. A Puritan woman would have continued to keep her head covered even if she would have been about 50 years old. And, the hairstyle to me suggests early 1800s. The dress is harder, but all suggestions of women's clothing of the period and religious affiliation show some kind of shawl or shoulder covering.]
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<br><br>It has long been my contention that I come from a long line of tough women. I rest my case.
<br><br>I hunkered down and worked hard today. I wrote over 1200 words (a lot in a book that requires research), and edited.
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<br><br>And first clothes on the line this year. This usually doesn't happen until April. It would have been better yesterday, but I couldn't talk myself into hanging up wet clothes before the hike at 31 degrees. Today wasn't quite as warm, but things got almost dry. I know this must be boring, but I seem to picture it almost every year. Probably because I love clothes dried outside so much. Anyway, I'm calling it a tradition.
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<br><br>You get a modest post because I worked really hard today on editing and writing.
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<br><br>Five non-woody vintage hikers and one puppy met up at Nichols Lake North TH. As you can see, the day was bright, but it was barely above freezing when we started. By the time we finished I was in shirtsleeves!
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<br><br>Four of us made it as far as Tank Creek, 3.7 miles south on the trail. There is a very new bridge there, nicely built, with rip-rap protection for the stream around the footers.
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<br><br>No matter how many times you hike some section there are still things you may not notice. The bridge may be new, but the Carsonite post with the name is definitely vintage. Can you believe there is a sticker on the back side of it that indicates the date that post was installed? It's been there since June of 1992. I mean, at this point that's almost museum quality. I don't think I've ever noticed an installation date sticker on a Carsonite post before!
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<br><br>Speaking of museum quality, this piece of trail was actually built in or shortly after 1971. After the feasibility study for the NCT was done, a club called the Michigan Trail Finders agreed to build it through the Manistee National Forest. They made it from Croton Dam to McCarthy Lake. The trail is still mostly on their original route. I didn't find one today, but there there are still a couple of the old Manistee Trail markers out there in the woods. You can read more about them at <a TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="http://www.explorenct.info/MILP/newaygo/OldManisteeTrail.htm">exploreNCT</A>. I got this information from David Snoek.
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<br><br>The weather and sky were perfectly gorgeous, and our choice of route took us past Nichols Lake. This view has been pictured so many thousands of times, it must surely be vintage by now. This lake is 160 acres and spring-fed, as are many of the lakes in this area, with no inlets or outlets.
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<br><br>And just north of Nichols is the tiny Atodd Lake, which seldom gets enough sun to look blue, but from one angle, it did today.
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<br><br>This is the first time I've hiked this section since I started my big hike in Dec 2021. This is in the Western Michigan Chapter territory, but it's only about an hour away, no farther from me than the northern stretch of our own chapter.
<br><br>I didn't get a lot else done. We hiked 7.4 miles, and 7.2 of them will count for Hike 100.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 142.6 of which 45.4 is North Country Trail.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">North Country Trail, Newaygo County, MI, Nichols Lake North to Tank Creek and back, 7.4 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>I was a genuine Davy Crockett fan back then. Dad cut a rifle shape from a board, and I woodburned "Betsy" on it. Yes, I still have it. I would sing the <A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16o4Ua1kCaM"> Davy Crockett song</A> until I'm sure I drove the adults crazy. Of course I watched the TV show starring Fess Parker.
<br><br>Here's the motif from the fabric that got it nicknamed for my hero. I don't think the fabric company had any such thing in mind. It was various general pioneer-type scenes.
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<br><br>But the more interesting thing about that trunk, now that I'm an adult, is where the boards came from. Here is the inside of the lid.
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<br><br>So, who the heck is H.S. Hall? It is Hervey Smith Hall. He is my great-grandmother's father, my great-great grandfather. This is the mutual ancestor of my cousin Jean and I. I have not been able to find a picture of him, although I may have one, and one of his wife Cornelia Lucinda, if I ever find an album that is somewhere. I have a couple of items that belonged to Lucinda.
<br><br>Here is my great-grandmother, the youngest of his nine children, Catherine Louisa Hall (Fisher)
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<br><br>And here is Jean's great-grandfather, the oldest of his nine children, Henry Hervey Hall.
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<br><br>Now for the really fun part. This was apparently a railroad packing crate. The address is clearly Candor, Tioga County, NY. So, now we know that Hervey lived in or near Candor. (He lived in Spencer, the next stop on the rail line, so I'm not sure why it was delivered to Candor.)
<br><br>What railroad was this shipped on? Here's the answer to that although I had to do some serious digging to figure it out.
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<br><br>What is NY & E railroad? It turns out that this was the early name of the Erie Railroad. In 1832, William Redfield and Eleazor Lord incorporated the New York & Erie Railroad. It was proposed to run from just north of New York City to Dunkirk, southwest of Buffalo on the shore of Lake Erie. The idea was to directly compete with the Erie Canal. By 1841, it had only 46 miles of track. Interestingly, this was wide gage- 6 feet between the rails. In the early days, various lines would use different gages to try to maintain a monopoly on the trade. It took a while before they figured out that being able to transfer actual train cars, rather than the freight from line to line made more economic sense.
<br><br>Those of you who are familiar with New York's Southern Tier know how hilly it is. They even considered using stationary engines to pull cars up the hills! By 1848, the NY&E had only made it as far as Binghamton. It was completed to Dunkirk in 1851, making it at the time, the longest railroad in the nation. President Millard Filmore, and Secretary of State Daniel Webster rode the first through train.
<br><br>A lot of big names in railroading got involved with this line, and there was plenty of wheeling and dealing. It went bankrupt and was reorganized as the Erie Railroad, a much more familiar name, in 1861.
<br><br>So... we know that this had to be delivered to Candor between 1848 (probably more like 1850) and 1861. Hervey Smith was born in 1810, so he would have been between 40 and 51 years of age. Henry Hervey was born in 1840, and Catherine Louisa in 1858, so Catherine would have been a small child, and Henry a teen or young adult. You have to wonder what might have been shipped. Household goods? Some sort of machinery? Toys?
<br><br>So much fun to contemplate!
<br><br>I edited, I wrote, I went to bell choir practice.
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<br><br>I had been looking at this knife, but then my sister-in-law gave it to me as a gift. The two primary reasons I wanted it were its size and the fact that its best feature is a sturdy pair of pliers. If you need pliers, there is really nothing you can substitute. And repairs to tent poles and various other fittings usually require pliers.
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<br><br>Let's back up and talk about what I previously carried. For decades, I had used a Boy Scout knife with four tools. It has a blade, a screwdrver/bottle opener, an awl, and a can opener. I used all of these regularly- well maybe not the bottle opener any more, but it's just a part of the screwdriver. However, this wonderful knife weighs 3.9 ounces. In addition to that I had to carry a small pair of pliers. I'm not sure where they are now, but they probably weighed another 3 ounces.
<br><br>Now, let's see what else the Leatherman has. This is the blade. Instead of 3 inches long, it's not even two inches long. The length isn't all that big of an issue, but the problem is that the cutting edge is the curved one, and the flat edge is the spine. I find this both counter-intuitive and awkward to use.
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<br><br>In between the Boy Scout knife and this one was a Leatherman knockoff, very similar to this ps4, but it was a piece of junk. I actually bent it using the pliers.
<br><br>This knife also includes a file. It seems good enough, but I've never used it.
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<br><br>The other tools are a pair of scissors- somewhat useful, but we have to carry a small but better pair that will cut moleskin. There is a regular screwdriver with a bottle opener (not very much needed any more), and a pointed one which you can use in phillips-head screws.
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<br><br>This knife weighs 2.3 ounces. So, that's a savings of about 4.6 ounces, and some space. There's a big plus.
<br><br>Things I do not like. I don't like the shape of the blade, as mentioned above. I really miss the can opener. I don't carry cans while backpacking, so that's not a big deal, but I did use it basecamping fairly often. I also miss having the awl.
<br><br>I've had this for over ten years and it's held up well, although I don't use it anything like every day. This model is still available for under $50, which is pretty reasonable.
<br><br>If you are going to do hunting or fishing, or think you need a knife for protection against large animals, of course this isn't going to do the job. But I don't think the weight of a large knife is a reasonable tradeoff for the value of something larger.
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<br><br>This is a nice stretch for a short hike, which was really all we had time for. The power line gives you the first glimpse (if trail eastbound) of the Flat River.
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<br><br>A little farther, and the river is right below the trail. It was a lovely, sunny day, and the water was a great shade of blue.
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<br><br>The critters are beginning to have spring-like thoughts. There was a pair of mallards. I caught the male in pixels.
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<br><br>Where I was NOT was at the Philadelphia Flower Show. There just wasn't a way I could work out to go this year for a price and time commitment that was reasonable for me. But Marie sent me a couple of pictures.
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<br><br>I'm pretty accepting of and philosophical about the years I can't go to the Flower Show, but it would have been nice. I can conjure up the smell of all that damp earth and fresh greenery.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 135.2 of which 38.2 is North Country Trail.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">North Country Trail Lowell, MI. Grindle Rd to Washington Rd. out and back 2.3 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>The North Country Trail Association in Michigan now bands together rather than various chapters signing up for individual booths. We had seven of the 12 Michigan chapters represented. This was really great because not only were there enough people to cover things so that noone had to be engaged for the whole 8 hours, but we could send them to the section they were most interested in if they had a specific interest. This is pretty much all of our volunteers for the day.
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<br><br>Here is Loren, our chapter president, talking about the trail to people.
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<br><br>Alyssa is a Scout leader who wants to take kids at a variety of fitness levels on an interesting multi-day hike. She was interested in meeting me, but you know Scouts love patches, so my jacket just was over the top.
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<br><br>Our very own Dan Dueweke (Jordan Valley 45 Degree Chapter) gave one of the presentations about the crew he led to clear the Border Route Trail in 2022. A section near Clearwater Lake of about a mile was tangled by a tornado into an impassable mess. Because this is in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (Minnesota), no power tools are allowed. The crew cleared all that in five days with hand tools. (I <A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="https://myqualityday.blogspot.com/2022/10/clearwater-day-305.html">hiked it in October 2022 with Bill and David S.</A>, and boy were we glad that work had been done.
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<br><br>I didn't do a good job of taking general pictures of the event. I'm pretty immune to the charms of events like this because of all the vendor events I do to sell books. However, it's a really fantastic venue with programs and demonstrations all day. Most of the booths are organizations associated with paddling, hiking and bicycling, but there are people selling books about quiet sports or nature guides, environmental groups, places that sell, paddles, kayaks, bikes, etc, health related booths, and more. Pretty much anything one can do outside that doesn't involve motors. It's gained a big reputation in Michigan over the years since it began in 1996.
<br><br>I did take a picture of the moose skulls at the booth about the moose inventory done on Isle Royale each year. I was told these skulls are actually from Alaskan moose, which are slightly larger than continental moose. Still impressive.
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<br><br>One notable thing is that almost everyone that we talked to had at least heard of the NCT. Granted, this is the "right kind" of audience. However, it wasn't very many years ago that a lot of people hadn't even heard of it. A high percentage of people had even hiked at least a little bit of the trail.
<br><br>I really enjoyed seeing so many trail friends, including Bill. Also, my buddy Robert was there as an attendee, so I got to say hi to him too.
<br><br>Excellent day, but I am all talked out. I think I have turned into a vegetable at least until tomorrow.
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<br><br>You can see that the day was sunny. Always a plus!
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<br><br>There is a little puddle of water near the middle, but I think it's ephemeral. However, it was attractive in the sun.
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<br><br>At the southern end, the trail crosses Honey Creek.
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<br><br>OK, it's technically March now, but it still seems pretty early for things like skunk cabbage to be coming up.
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<br><br>This sentiment was on a bench, and I like it. Don't count the days, make the days count."
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<br><br>We hiked from the north end of the park to the south and back. 5.2 miles.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 132.9 of which 35.9 is North Country Trail.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">North Country Trail through Seidman Park, Grand Rapids, MI. out and back 5.2 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>It's another kettle hole lake, having no surface water running into it. An unnamed creek flows from the NW corner and is joined by the stream from <A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="https://myqualityday.blogspot.com/2012/10/north-branch-lincoln-river.html">Cunningham Lake</A> (the source of the Lincoln River), and together the stream runs to the North Branch of the Lincoln River.
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<br><br>I worked hard today. Wrote 1000 words, did a bunch of other necessary stuff. Getting ready to leave with Loren in the morning to go to the Quiet Adventure Symposium.
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<br><br>However, I think I can safely say that this is the book where my interest began. Rudyard Kipling's <I>Just So Stories</I> (1902). This is the edition that I had as a child. Do you know them? They are funny make-believe tales like "How the Elephant Got His Trunk." (the crocodile kept pulling on his nose). Or "The Cat Who Walked by Himself." (how cats are always independent and don't want to be friends like other animals). This was one of my favorite books as a small child, which is interesting, because I was an extremely literal and serious child, but these stories are funny, and I did understand that.
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<br><br>One of the stories is "How the Alphabet was Made." It's a fanciful tale of a girl named Taffy who starts to create drawings of sounds that her father makes. The thing that makes it silly is that they are making shapes that would make sounds that we use in English. But it starts with "ah," and Taffy watches her father make the ah sound and decides that his open mouth looks like a carp, so she draws a carp mouth pointing downward because they are bottom feeders. Her father suggests that she put a line across it for the carp's feeler so people would know it was a carp and not a trout or a perch. They ended up with this...
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<br><br>Which turned into this... A
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<br><br>OK, even as a preschooler I somehow knew that this was silly because nobody who lived that long ago was speaking English and using the Roman alphabet (my mother taught me the Greek and sign language alphabets right along with English). And yet, that is approximately how the early picture languages evolved into phonetic languages.
<br><br>So yesterday, through reading another fiction book, I found another linguistics book, <I>The Story of Language</I>, by Mario Pei, written in 1949.
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<br><br>I probably should find something on the topic that is more recent, but it's still a lot of fun.
<br><br>He talks some about the pictographic writing morphing into ideographic symbols with meanings beyond nouns. For example, in Chinese the symbols for sun and tree were combined to mean "east"- the sun rising through the trees.
<br><br>Or how the Egyptian symbol for the sun, and the sun god Re, easily transformed to the phonetic character for the re sound.
<br><br>He says the Phoenicians (which I knew), and the Hebrews (I did not know this) were the first to transform symbols to exclusively phonetic values. Here is the Phoenician alphabet... if you know the Greek capital letters, you will see the obvious similarity.
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<br><br>And the Hebrew (read it right to left). Aleph began as a picture of an ox, beth was a picture of a house- the Hebrew word for a house is beth. (Beth-el= house of God)
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<br><br>He also says that we only hear about 50% of sounds produced by a speaker which is why context is so important. And for a more contemporary example, part of why we had so much trouble understanding each other when we all wore masks during Covid.
<br><br>I edited, I wrote about 1000 words, I did some other stuff.
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<br><br>On the outward walk, the skies were still rather gray, but even so, the lake had a treat for me.
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<br><br>Can you spot it? Nice reflection and texture pic in there!
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<br><br>I liked how soft and green the young white pines looked. (McCarthy Creek is down the hill ahead of us)
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<br><br>Today, you could see the large beaver pond that is south of McCarthy Lake. However, it just doesn't show up in pictures through the trees. See the little bit of blue and light brown (old cattails) out in the distance? It's a huge wetland, about 50 acres.
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<br><br>And believe it or not, despite the many times I've walked this, I discovered another little mystery. There is a tiny creek south of the beaver pond, but it's big enough that the Chapter built a small bridge over it. It's not on the topo map. However, the NCT interactive map has just added some additional basemap options. One of them shows this, and labels it as McCarthy Creek. It make it looks as if the creek arises south of the beaver pond, flows north through the beaver pond, and then is joined by the outflow from McCarthy Lake (a kettle hole with no inflow), and then it continues northward to the Big Sable River. Here is the "unknown" creek today.
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<br><br>And here is the known crossing of McCarthy Creek, north of the lake. I've been thinking for a while that following this would make a fun bushwhacking adventure, and now I'll HAVE to check it out.
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<br><br>I love this section of trail, and we did seven miles.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 127.7 of which 30.7 is North Country Trail. (7 NCT for Cathy)
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">North Country Trail, Lake County, MI. 3-Mile Rd to Centerline and back, 7 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>Then in the evening, we had a meeting of the Spirit of the Woods Chapter of the NCTA Executive Committee, which I am really not on, except by invitation because I'm sort of the institutional memory. I can talk, but not vote. That's OK too.
<br><br>The meeting was by Zoom.
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<br><br>But, seriously, this kind of thing is also important to the trail. People love hikes and work days and other kinds of events. But those don't happen without this behind the scenes kind of stuff.
<br><br>P.S. We are looking hard for people who would like to step into officer roles for the chapter. Every officer slot must change hands in a year. If you are local and love the North Country Trail, we'd be more than happy to begin easing you into a more official role.
<br><br>I edited and wrote all day. Tomorrow, I'm going to go play again, though.
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<br><br>There are still a few of these old DNR markers out there. (It's a state forest). For some reason, they just make me happy.
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<br><br>Remember Adventure Buddy Ellen? <A TARGET="_BLANK" HREF="https://myqualityday.blogspot.com/2011/01/pentwater-pathway-with-ellen.html">She introduced me to these trails</A>, and to cross-country skiing. There is one hill that I'll never ski down again. She did talk me into it once. It wasn't even much fun to walk down it today. No trick camera angles to make it look steeper than it is. It's a direct drop off the edge of a ridge.
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<br><br>Steve, the bell choir director, and Keith, a member of the choir, wanted to hike too. So the three of us went out and did 4.1 miles.
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<br><br>I took these pictures somewhat surreptitiously during church, but the light coming in through these windows was amazing the way it was lighting up the window niches. I'm glad I did it because by the end of the service the effect was much less bright.
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<br><br>This one is even more stunning.
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<br><br>I have no idea what persons or saints these windows depict. Sorry about that.
<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 120.7 of which 23.7 is North Country Trail.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">Pentwater Pathway, Red Loop and more to connect to parking. 4.1 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>My sense is that it's a spur of the Manistee & Luther RR, which operated from 1885-1913, for only 28 years. This seems short, but it was actually the longest operating line of R.G. Peters (local folks have probably seen interpretive signs about his railroads at Nordhouse Dunes). But I haven't actually connected it up yet. If it is, this spur does not show on the only map of the M&L route that I have. I've recreated parts of that map here, so you can see it in relation to the trail.
<br><br>The yellow lines are the known M&L routes. It's a fact that it followed 9-Mile Road from Eastlake, all the way beyond 9-Mile Bridge, and then at some point left the road and continued south of Dublin and farther east to Hoxeyville, the eastern terminus of the main branch. This route even shows on old topo maps.
<br><br>The southern route crossed the Little Manistee River (seems to be west of the current 9-Mile Bridge, but I'm not positive about that because the map I have has a line about a quarter of a mile wide), angled southeast, and at Koenig Rd (FR 5331, Dead Horse Marsh Rd) split again. One branch angled ENE along what is now the aforementioned road, and also continued SE. This branch includes the lovely shaded rail bed just north of the Freesoil trailhead that I often show you pictures of (MI-836.5ish). This is the branch that may have actually reached Luther.
<br><br>The purple line is what I found today.
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<br><br>So, what I did today was park on Tyndall Rd near where the known berm crosses the trail. Then I began bushwhacking. I knew that section might be hard to spot. I'd tried before. No dice. I wandered around without finding it and made my way to the known place where it crosses the trail. First picture above. Then I followed that berm.
<br><br>It quickly disappeared. More wandering. Then I found it! Some sections were in cuts.
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<br><br>Other parts were clear berms.
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<br><br>It was places like this that I am glad the ground was frozen today. Here I could not walk on the berm because that is where the trees have grown, so I had to stay down beside it where I'll bet it's pretty wet at some times of the year.
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<br><br>In other places, where the rails were laid at grade you could hardly tell where it had been. (straight ahead)
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<br><br>Another piece made me glad it was dry and frozen. The route was overgrown with leatherleaf- a sure sign that there is water very near the surface.
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<br><br>Also plenty of sphagnum moss there- also a wetland species.
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<br><br>I continued northeast and then it turned slightly to the north and "ended" at a dirt road which I think is now private. I'm pretty sure that road was the old rail bed. My guess is that it continued north until it hit the middle route before that route crossed the Little Manistee River.
<br><br>Then I turned around and followed it back to the trail crossing. I did manage to find the route that entire distance on the way back although it does become very unclear where I had lost it outward bound. So, how do you find an old rail bed? You've seen the cuts and berms. You know that railroads have to be close to level. You know that they can't make sudden turns. Here's another clue, and it helped me find that missing piece. The beds were made level by digging "borrow pits" along the way to get fill dirt. Even though this was built 150 years ago, you can still see a lot of those pits. I've circled a couple here in pink. But which clearish space is the rail bed? Yellow or purple? It was the purple one. I was aided by knowing the spot where I was headed, and I could also see some pits on the far side.
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<br><br>When I got back to the trail, I tried to continue south. I hadn't had much luck before, but those times it was summer and there was a lot of undergrowth. I was able to follow it today. I only went as far as my car. I need to go back one more time and make sure it connects with that southern line (the part that goes through the swamp). Then I'll be sure this was a Manistee and Luther spur. The M&L was a narrow-gage road (the rails were 3 feet apart) and hastily built. It was known for having lots of derailments and accidents. And yet, 112 years after the last rail car rode this route, I am able to follow its path through the woods!
<br><br>Where it crosses the trail is near MI-835.5 What I walked today is in blue here. (Sorry about the inconsistent colors)
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<br><br>Here is my Avenza track. I only walked about 3.3 miles, but remember I was semi-bushwhacking at best when I was on the route, and fully bushwhacking when I lost it and had to find it again. Unique miles followed on the railroad berm was about 1.5.
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<br><br>Total miles hiked in 2024: 116.6 of which 23.7 is North Country Trail.
<br><br><FONT SIZE="1">Bushwhacking a spur of the Manistee & Luther RR. About 3.3 miles</FONT>
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<br><br>I hope to have it done before the Celebration in August. That means I need to keep working. I'm 16,000 words into it, but there is a ways to go. Here's the deal. This will not be a guide, per se. Things change too often along this trail yet. Any book put into print is outdated almost instantly. Also, a true guide would be so large it would be unwieldy if it included all the things a usual guide book has.
<br><br>However, it should help people understand why planning a long hike on the NCT is such a challenge, and help those who use it to make plans of their own. It will contain a list of all known legal places to camp along the trail. This will change more than most of the rest of the information, but for the most part, if entities have spent the time to create campsites or shelters, those will not disappear in a few months time.
<br><br>So, I have a question for you, yes YOU! Would you be more attracted to a book entitled "How to Hike the North Country Trail," or "Not a Guide to the North Country Trail," which is somewhat humorous, but tells people right up front that it's not going to have the kind of detail a data book would supply.
<br><br>It will be reasonably priced.
<br><br>Today, I edited, I wrote, I worked on a few other minor things.
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