Yankee Springs…and North Country National Scenic Trail (Again)

Got the word a week ago that I have a torn meniscus. Surgery needed, probably close to Christmas. You know doctors and their far-out schedules. So what did I tell Jeff I wanted to do on his day off last Friday? HIKE! It had been so very long since we spent any time on a woodland trail, not just a boardwalk hanging onto a walker as precaution. I told him if I took pain medication and bound the knee really, really tightly, that I’d like to try a trail. He misses the woods, too. And I’m always in search of settings for my books. (Great excuse.)

So off we went, an hour north to Yankee Springs State Recreation Area in Michigan, between Hastings and Grand Rapids-ish; 5,200 acres with over 30 miles of hiking, biking, and horsey trails, plus a beach, and more. It’s very popular during the summer; not so much after school starts.

Oh, the marvelous quiet and smells of the woods. We didn’t meet a single other person on the trail. It was our private forest adventure. Granted, it took about twice as long as usual to hike the Hall Lake loop. I wasn’t sure I would make it all the way around, and before getting out of the van thought I’d be doing great if I just made it to the lake and back. But we did the entire loop! (90+ minutes vs our normal 45 minutes)

Can you tell what made this white streak down the middle of the trail without looking ahead?

If you guessed rain water which had eroded the pine needles and other leaf debris on its way downward, you would be correct.

There’s something to be said about walking at a snail’s pace. It had rained as we were leaving our driveway in Battle Creek for the hike. (Did I mention we were desperate to get into the woods?) But we remained thankfully dry for our entire hike (not counting the glowing perspiration and squished mosquitoes). The anticipation of rain in the woods probably kept most people away. Yay for us.

About 50 yards into the woods, I commented to Jeff that because of the recent rains, we might spot some mushrooms. I looked down, and there at my feet were mushrooms a-plenty. Ha! And more to come over the entire trail length. Ha and ha!

I knew that the North Country National Scenic Trail ran through the park, but how delightfully surprised I was to find we actually walked over a section of it. In fact, we had done so many times before because we’ve hiked this trail often.

I thought to stop to rest on a log a couple of times, but three things prevented me from doing so: ticks (been there before), becoming a mosquito fest, and a wet bottom. (From the earlier rain!)

The NCNST is about 4,600 miles. I’m sure we won’t cover it all. I don’t think we’ll cover it all. That would be an interesting happening to have on a bucket list. If I kept a bucket list. But maybe, just maybe after my knee surgery…

 

 

 

 

Riverwalk, North Country Trail, Marshall, MI

Happy Labor Day! I hope you’ve been able to get outside and appreciate nature this weekend.

It’s been over a month since we last took a real hike, in the woods (because of injured knee, and awaiting the MRI report and any follow-up). Since I was feeling a bit better, and DH had a day off, he hoped I would be able to do part of the boarded Riverwalk in Marshall, Michigan. This stretch is familiar to us. It’s along the Kalamazoo River, and also part of the Scenic North Country Trail. To be cautious–I really didn’t know how far I could walk–I took my dad’s walker, which comes in handy when you can’t walk well.

 

Usually I would take about 100 photos in a 90 minute hike, but I was concentrating on working that walker. Where we parked was an in area where there are about two dozen feral cats. We’ve seen a woman feeding them there before. Past the cats and onto the walk along the river.

 

One of the hydroelectric dams along the Kalamazoo River.

We did see a great blue heron and a great big spider.

DH, who grew up in Wisconsin where there are many deer, first spotted the deer across the river. We’re guess it was a doe and two nearly grown fawn (without spots, so…yearlings?).

 

And there was our normal sighting of soft-backed turtles on their regular log.

 

All in all, a successful trial hike in the great outdoors.

Now to see what the MRI shows…

My Cone Flower Forest

Eight years ago, when a wind storm took out many trees in our yard, causing it go from shade to sunlight, we not only could now grow grass instead of moss, but also have a veggie garden and flowers. One of the first plants I bought for our sunlit yard was a small pot of wilted purple cone flowers (Echinacea purpurea).

They bloom in July and are fairly long-lasting as far as flowers go, into mid-August, when the petals begin to die back. This summer, because of knee injury, I’ve done a lot of front yard sitting and watching the flowers’ growth with the procession of fauna visitors.

First came the beauty of the flower, looking like a crown.

Then came the butterflies, sipping up the nectar.

After about two weeks of flittering butterflies, other insects arrived. Whereas the butterflies fluttered gently from one flower to another, insects are apparently more territorial when it comes to my human presence. In fact, they consistently chased me away – variety of bees, flies, and wasps. I respect their choice of “no photos, please”.

Humans also benefit from tea made from these plants. You can pick bloom, leaves, and root; steep them in boiling, slightly cooled water; strained; and enjoy.

Or simply buy a box at the store.

And lastly in the life of the multipurposed coneflower, as early fall changes the plant to dry, prickery cones on brown stalks, and I contemplate cutting them down, in flock golden finches to collect the seeds. (Seven finches in the photo below from two years ago.)

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God is so good to have created such a versatile flora which so many of his creations can enjoy.

Backroads to Eateries

Because of Jury Duty, and then injured knee, summer hiking has been limited this past month. BUT, there has been a few days when we’ve taken backroads between farm fields, and through woods and small Michigan towns to reach an eatery.

The rides have been great. But the company is outstanding.

Back roads also give you other interesting human sites, like the house in the hills with three confederate flags in front. Or the run down trailers which were surrounded by high wire fences. Or a back road with a bridge out, with no detour instructions, only a sign reading “seek alternate route”.

We don’t eat out much at all, maybe six times a year, until this summer, that is. I tried to pick items from the menus which I would not prepare at home. I suppose the most interesting food item I had this summer was a French toasted cinnamon bun.

I could handle eating this about once every other year. But it was so, so delicious. So.

I actually prefer my own cooking, but this summer’s eatery adventures have been great, almost like being on a cruise.

Eat well. Get into the woods or other nature surroundings. Spend time with those you love.

Kellogg Experimental Forest Mini-Hike

 

Once again, last week we found ourselves on the North Country National Scenic Trail. This section passed within the 716-acre W. K. Kellogg Experimental Forest, about a twenty-minute drive from our house. No, we have nothing to do with studying trees through MSU, but we certainly appreciate them.

Within the forest are several trails open to the public, as well as various activities throughout the year, including the sale of maple syrup which they tap and boil down on site (yum).

For the past couple of years, they’ve planted near the office a butterfly garden, more specifically, a Monarch Waystation for migrating monarchs. This year the garden has flourished, and certainly meets the need.

Here is a shot I posted on FaceBook to let people guess what it could be. Now that you know it came from the Experimental Forest, perhaps you have a clearer starting point. (Confirm your answer below.)


Unfortunately, my bum knee kept us from hiking too far this time. Although, we did walk beyond what we had originally planned because, you know, we just love the woods! Even in pain, I need to be in there. There is something very soothing in the quiet of the forest, draining away so many troubles of the world.


Along Augusta Creek are a few places where they have placed benches. I’m considering blowing up one of these to stir my summer memories during winter. Perhaps I could even place near it a tiny bubbling fountain to sound like rushing water. Ah.

But then again, I love winter hikes as well, especially since they are sans mosquitoes.

And to answer the mystery photo question above, yes, it is refracted light off the creek running under the covered bridge. I believe there is even duckweed floating past as well.

May you also make lovely visual summer memories, and perhaps later recall them for settings in your own stories, or simply remember for your own pleasure.

Vacation overlapping Jury Duty

What does a Carlson vacation look like when jury duty overlaps the two weeks of vacation time? (And, yes, I tried three times to get it switched, and was three times denied.)

Each evening I waited for the call to be summoned, making us unable to plan even overnight trips. Although, we could’ve gone away the first weekend, but the heat index was 105. (Inside at home or inside in a strange room/building?)

I was called in for jury summons twice, and sent home twice. I have three more evenings to wait-and-see as Jeff starts back to work tomorrow.

Because my knee decided to swell up and be all ouchie during this time off, we only went on two nearby “hikes” — to Bridges Park and Fort Custer.

We played games, did hobbies, listened to music, and took two Sunday afternoon drives in the pretty countryside.

We normally eat restaurant food about six times a year. This 2-week vacation, we ate out three times. (Whaaaat?) They included interesting and varied dining adventures.

Since evenings were our own, we planned different “travel” meals to go with DVDs or TV shows. For example, we had Belgium beer, mashed potatoes and carrots, and endives, as we watched a Belgian detective. Another evening we had shrimp on the Barbie, with chips (i.e. french fries), Australian wine, and watched an Australian mystery. Summer cottage pie went with an English show, etc. And, just like on a cruise, we had dessert every night the first week. (Tasty at first. Weight gain and ugh-too-much sugar by week two.)

We also traveled to the Magic Capital of the World, right here in Michigan. Visited a cemetery there and two magic shops; even bying some magic tricks. Abracadabra!

Of course, there was the day trip to the gorgeous West Coast (South Haven) – even with limited walking on my part – where we watched waves, bought blueberries, and ate lunch below a moose.

Again on the home front, besides exceptional company and food, I also made oregano oil, and sat watching butterflies feast on our flowers, and the wind blowing through our trees. Gotta love the moments.

All in all, although it was not the vacation we would have planned for a two-week break, it still was wonderful time spent together, experiencing both new and old things.

Why Not Free Author Visits? (An ABC List of Author Personal Expenses)

 

Many schools, etc. ask authors to present for free. But being a writer is an occupation, not a volunteer job. With my first book, I once spent five hours, including travel time, in costume and with props, for six presentations, sharing my story, experience, and expertise. My payment was lunch, and the secretary bought one book. I recently read that the average American author makes about $300/year.

Being an author is a job, a career, an occupation. It takes both time and money.

A. The Writing

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Ideas flow. Equipment is needed to proceed. A computer is an essential tool for a writer, along with jumpdrives, pens, and reams of paper and notebooks.

The writing of a book can take years. My first book took four years from first page to publication, including countless hours in research. After the author’s initial draft comes hours immersed in revisions, then chapters sent through a critique group or whole novel to beta readers, followed by more revisions. Then come the editor’s suggestions, with more revisions or even rewrites. For several of my books, I have paid a freelance editor in NY to edit my stories before the publishing house editor ever sees it. (1-3 cents per word for novels)

Authors who self-pub must pay for a cover illustrator to be competitive. ($200-$3,000)

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B. Book marketing and promotion

Arranging for swag (promotional items) for postal contacts and face-to-face encounters takes both time to put together and money to print out (e.g., letters, postcards, fliers, brochures, business cards, bookmarks, invoices, stickers, etc.)

Setting up social media accounts and contents takes time, along with constant updating, as well as keeping updated in the tech world. If you don’t have the time or knowledge yourself, hiring someone for the initial set up requires more money. There are also upgrades, which again costs.

The author needs to be involved in social media groups, contributing, commenting, responding.

There are also numerous book promotional ads which can be purchased, with author hopes of bringing in sales, which may or may not happen.

Professional author photos are a must (and not cheap, but well worth it).

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C. Visits, not including travel costs of vehicle, gas and mileage

School visit equipment to purchase: microphone, mic stand, amp, chords, laptop, jumpdrive.

 

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There are also summer festivals with vendor fees, which also require your own tent, table, chair, tablecloth.

 

 

Does this sound like an exhaustive list? It’s not.

So, what do you think? Should authors do free visits?

Lovely and Torturous Michigan Summer Hike

It was near 90 degrees last Wednesday morning, with humidity in the 80% area, and rising, with wet sand and mud trail, but that was the best-looking day for a hike for the week. Hotter. More humid.

It’s hubby’s vacation time, and my jury duty time, meaning we’re not going far. After I was released early from jury duty on Wednesday, (although I still needed to report the rest of the 2 weeks), we drove to nearby Fort Custer Recreation Area for a lovely hike.

It was amazing to get back into the woods. Lovely, lovely, lovely. I love the woods. I love the lakes and streams in Michigan. All that green and blue. So relaxing. Even with the mucho poison ivy along the trail edge. There was beauty and wildlife in a 360 degree swipe.

However, summer hiking, especially in hot and humid weather, means – da-da-daaah!- mosquitoes.

It was a very quick (hour) hike, only stopping for one short water break, and long enough to snag a few photos. (I do hope you appreciate that last bit.) Jeff said when I stopped in the sunlight, he saw a cloud of mosquitoes around my head.

Even in jeans, long-sleeves, and wide brimmed hats pulled over our ears, I kept swiping my bandana across my face and neck. Jeff said with all his face bites, it will look like he’s a teenager with acne.

A jogger (from the fort?) came from behind us. He had a few leaves tucked into the front of his cap, and a 2′ branch of leaves tucked into his back collar – natural mosquito shoo-ers?

Take a picture. FAST. Before they take another pint with our 3-second stop.

Out of the woods, and walking on the asphalt road back to our van, the mosquito swarm eased up, along with our pace. I was then able to appreciate at leisure all the many varieties of wildflowers around me.

Along the trail was also field walkways of bergamot mint. (Can you say Earl Grey Tea?)

So enjoy your summertime hikes. As for us, we’d rather wait till fall and winter. (Yeah. Maybe not able to wait THAT long.)

Crazy Summer Days and Family-Friend Time

Since I last published a blog post, we’ve had family and friends coming and going from our house. It left little time for me to work on my novel revision, but family always comes first.

Plus, we visited family in Wisconsin, who live a couple hours apart.

Family comes first.

Driving through the Wisconsin countryside, I’d forgotten how green and pretty it can be,

or how interesting the sunsets were.

So now we’re home for a bit, with no visits or visiting (because I’m on jury duty). Back to semi-normal life, and maybe I’ll even get some revisions done.

Historic Charlton Park

 

Last Saturday, we took a trip to a turn of the century (1900) village in Hastings Township: Historic Charlton Park. We thought it would be crowded on the weekend, but we’d assumed wrong. Only half the buildings were open and there were no volunteers in period dress. Even so, it is a great sampling of late 19th century buildings and items.

The first building we walked into was the carpenter’s shop. I was immediately struck by the smell and the of the memory it provoked of my grandfather’s out buildings on his farm in southern Ohio. His was a farm handed down the family for generations, the house and barn loaded with antiques – not unlike the visual intake of the Charlton Park Carpenter’s Shop.

There was a barber shop with backroom bathtub, a spring house for pre-electrical “refrigeration, a main street with a street clock…

 

 

of course, a one-room schoolhouse…

and the church which was locked but from the outside amazing natural stained glass windows.

 

There was also the pre-European history mentioned.

Another part of the park is the picnic and beach area. Because of the rain and high water lately there was barely any beach, and the back road was closed from high water.

Try going during the week for a more personal informational visit, or during any of their special events, like the Civil War reenactment. If you haven’t been there yet, or haven’t gone for a while, do. Here’s their website link: https://www.charltonpark.org/