After weeks of gruelling early morning and after school practices – along with 2 a days over Christmas break, swim season is a wrap.
Wearing the gear on the deck.
A mass of swimmers at the conference swim meet.
Martin doing his favorite event, the 100 breaststroke.
He also swam the 50 freestyle.
Can’t say I blame to woman who can’t bear to look at all the hairless males surrounding her!
Martin has been the young man of many looks.
The formal for a band concert.
A curly head of hair produced without benefit of artificial curling technology.
The head after months of swim practice and pink dye.
Finally, all gone, ready for final swim meet of the year.
We are on the backside of fall, with November on the horizon next week. We had a day in the mid 70’s so took a break from the grind of studying and working around the farm for a trip to Ledges State Park.
They grow big leaves here!
It was a great day to take a hike up a creek, especially this one with lots of sand on the bottom. (Emma will be bummed she missed the green stuff near Mom’s head.)
Even though the leave are past prime, there is still enough color to make things interesting. Yes, there are places like this in Iowa!
Martin “owns” the sandstone outcrop.
First time noticing this shrub with brilliant pink berry protectors – this is a spindle tree or Euonymus europaeus.
A peek at the berries inside.
We headed down to a mini-maker faire at the science center of Iowa this weekend. It was full of 3d printers, CNC machines and the like.
Of course, some of the usual exhibits never quite get old!
How about a keyboard made out of carrots?
Or a cheap DIY microscope that uses a cell phone camera for incredible magnification!
There was also a virtual reality trailer from ISU and a virtual welding helmet as well. Oh, and a traveling Tardis and R2D2 as well!
After returning home after an absence of longer than a week, you get an appreciation of all the things that you do, even though you feel like you are never caught up. Seeing what the farm looks like with a week of inattention brings home how much really does get done.
Garlic was ready to pull.
Onions wer ready to pull.
Sunflowers went wild.
And we finally got around to introducing Martin to firearms training – one of the many rural skills that have eluded him to date.
Since we were only 90 miles from Niagara Falls, we decided we could get there on a weekday at the time it opens to beat the crowds.
Falling water always seems to put a smile on your face.
It was refreshing to see vast quantities of clear water thundering over the falls.
Of course we took at the boat tour and this was about as close as you could get a picture before the mist and water covered the camera lens. It was rather ethereal to be in the middle of this mist with falls thundering down around you in a half circle.
And we had to take the boardwalk down to the bottom of the falls.
Enroute down to the base of the falls.
Hardly ever a picture of Dad, so here ya go.
Standing in the “Cave of the Winds” at the base of the falls – feeling and looking for all practical purposes the middle of a hurricane.
More reveling in the tumbling water.
A look down from a bit up. Yeah, it’s touristy. But it’s also the highlight of the trip for a 13 year old boy!
This was a day to explore out of Chautaqua a bit.
One stop was Allegany State Park, New York’s biggest state park.
Spent some time hiking through the rolling hills and fungi season was in full swing in the high-canopied forest. This critter, known as ghost plant, Indian pipe, or corpse plant, is actually a herbaceous plant and not a fungus. The park was nice, but seemed to be devoid of many vistas. I’m used to climbing/hiking up and getting rewarded with a vista, but this forest was so dense that the routes I chose did not afford any vistas. Nevertheless it was nice to get out for a long walk.
Another stop was the Roger Tory Peterson Institute. Many of you, like me have the Peterson’s Field Guide to the birds. This place had many of his original drawings and memorabilia, including a half-finished plate from an upcoming publication. Even at a young age, he was attracted to nature. At age eight, he asked for and got a special permit from the chief of police to be out after curfew to collect moths! A teacher early on recognized his artistic and cataloguing talents and encouraged him.
A couple of guys!
Martin tried the Boys and Girls club at Chautaqua.
Here’s one of the gyms. We were disappointed with the day camp. The duration was only 5 hours a day and it was very unstructured and not programmed nearly as well as the adult programs. We abandoned the camp and attended other events inside and outside Chautaqua that were more rewarding.
Our front porch is the equivalent of the dock at a cabin.
Hanging out on the porch was a good place to chat and eat dinner.
This is the Hall of Philosophy where most of the lectures in the inter-faith studies were held for her class from Meadville-Lombard. The broad range of speakers and faith traditions made it a good place for such a class.
Lake Chautaqua is a 17 mile long lake that is along the Institute.
Last day of mini-vacation before dropping Martin off for a week at Wolf Ridge camp in Finland (Minnesota).
How much fun is it to jump across stones on a tumbling North Shore stream?
Group shot on Shovel Point. A rare shot where father is the sharpest dressed in the group!
Kid shot on Palisade Head.
We absolutely lucked out and got a great campsite at Split Rock State Park. We happened to walk in just after a cancellation came in for one of the sites that you use a cart to haul all your stuff in, far away from other sites.
The dining room was ok.
But the view from the living room was spectacular, overlooking the lake and the lighthouse.
We headed down the hill to explore the lakeshore.
I’ve got the whole lighthouse in my hand…
This is a rather unfortunate composition of me against the lighthouse – Minnesota’s most photographed place, perhaps has never quite had this vantage point.
It was a wonderful night with the moonrise. Can’t decide if the close-up, middle, or wide angle views are my favorite, so all follow.
Heading North for a rare weekend with all three kids. Might be the last time in a long time they are all together, except for a day before Claire leaves for Iceland.
Since we had some extra time, we stopped at one of those places we always drive by on the way up north, Moose Lake State Park Agate and and Geologic Center. After ogling the agates in the display, it was time for some impromptu swimming. Martin decided it was time to try the experimental sand hair exfoliate.
Next it was off to Jay Cooke State Park, just south of Duluth – another one of those drive-by parks that often gets missed on the way up the North Shore. It is one of Minnesota’s truly under-appreciated parks.
The St Louis River battles through strongly tilted slate beds as it runs into Lake Superior.
A broader view of the valley, downstream from the park.
A closer look at the tilted slate beds.
We lucked onto a primo camp site – not too close to other sites, with a nice rock backdrop.
The swinging bridge is replaced after the floods of 2012.
Martin gazes into what we called the “cauldron of doom” where the river drops into a maelstrom of water and foam.
The forest along the river near the highway bridge.
Everybody in the Midwest and Eastern U.S. knows about this winter. Today the temperature is forecast for a high of -1. Then -15 tonight.
Martin against the snowbank on the side of the road.
Just as a flashback, this is a picture from February 20, 2012, getting ready to get a few seeds in the ground! I’d be all for a happy medium between these extremes!
Even though it was a balmy 5 degrees today, we decided to get out for a while.
We returned to a small creek near its confluence with the Iowa River and brought Daisy along for the adventure.
It looked a bit different than a visit to the same place at the height of summer.
The trees adjacent to the river still show the marks from this spring’s highwater flood mark. All in all, a brisk walk to start out the new year.
This weekend the Bluestem Bellows Band played a gig at Rieman Gardens in Ames.
Martin has inspired other young musically-inclined gentlemen to expand their repetoire and join the band.
They provided background music for the visitors on a lazy, snowy Sunday afternoon.
A chorus of Christmas tunes filled the hallways and conservatory.