Happy Couple

Ravenboy and Upside Down as Usual have redefined their longtime friendship as a romantic relationship. Here the happy couple share a snack in their rooftop garden. I wish them a great Met season and super summer!

"We" the People

I find I am leery of anyone who speaks freely implying that they voice the needs, desires, intents or concerns for a group. I am more and more wary of a non elected person who professes general attitudes for a loosely knit community or club like vegetarian societies or letterboxing groups.

It has gotten me into trouble, more than once, when I have taken an individual's proclamation on something and found that they falsely represented the "we" they spoke for. One time, it turned out a planter's letterboxes were hidden in a poison ivy patch. I dropped the planter a matter of fact note recognizing that locations change over the years but wanted them to know about the abundance of poison ivy; no harm, no foul. Then one of the planter's hiking buddies wrote to me stating, "We were really embarrassed that you found our letterboxes that way." I quickly dropped another email, making sure that the planter knew it wasn't a big deal to me and apologizing for the embarrassment. It turns out they weren't fazed in the least and were just as matter of fact about it as we had originally been. The hiking buddy over stated the concern they felt the planter had.

When an individual is unclear in stating who "we" includes, statements like, "This is how we do things," or "We don't do it that way," come across as mandates when they are frequently just regional or even personal preferences. Many informal communities don't have a larger governing body and it is misleading when someone represents themselves as a voice of authority when it is merely their outspoken opinion. New comers to such groups have been known to heed the over-arching statements as law and are later shocked to find that the local rubric or even jargon is not global.

It would be to everyone's benefit if a moment could be taken to clarify who the "we" is -- be it your family, local group, national chapter or the mouse in your pocket. It would allow literal information gatherers, like myself, to put the statements into proper perspective and give them the importance they deserve.

Award Winning Photo/Graphics

Last evening we accompanied Toolman Luke and Maga11 to a reception for the juried artwork at the Blair County Arts Festival. Toolman Luke had entered three stunning black and white photographs and they were all accepted for the final judging. He got a call on Wednesday to congratulate him on winning second place in the photographic division. It was an exciting time for us to go along and see him receive his award.

We arrived at the reception at the Misciagna Family Center for Performing Arts on Penn State Altoona Campus just as it was getting warmed up. Artists from around central PA meshed and rubbed elbows with middle aged pretentious women who had over inflated senses of self. A thrilling moment was when we saw that Tommy Wareham was there, warming up with his guitar. Anything he performed would be a classy touch to the evening.

A bit of background on Toolman Luke is that he has been a professional photographer for more than half a century. He started with his own camera, apprenticing a local studio photographer, did the typical stringer work for local newspapers and secured himself a job with the FBI in the Hoover era. He made a name for himself in DC with his detailed work in photographic investigation and analysis. With a family to support he then shared his talents enhancing the businesses of Emertron, Standard Steel and eventually as senior photographer in the Photographic Department of PSU. Accolades that have been showered upon him are many. He has a great story about the court case in which he was defined as an expert photographer and where he was called upon to analyze photographs for a defense attorney. Ask him about "eggs and grits" sometime, it will blow you away.

As a retiree, Toolman Luke still loves photography. His specialty is still conventional black and white photography but the courses he sometimes offers to local photographers cover everything from basic composition and conventional dark room procedures to the new digital techniques. He has built at least one large format camera by hand (but not the lens) and still develops his own negatives and prints. Just this year he decided to enter a few of those prints in some central PA art shows.

We wound our way through the Blair County socialites to view how and where Toolman Luke's photographs had been displayed. They were very nicely hung together on one wall and his award noted by his winning print, "Sun on Eli's Field." We hadn't known which print had won the award until that moment and we had all guessed wrongly. The judge, who was competent, had his own subjective criteria as judges will have. This versatile judge was called upon to jury everything at the show. This included two dimensional artwork, the photography and all three dimensional artwork also.

The awards were announced starting with a special recognition of Artistic Distinction that was given to Tommy Wareham. With ease and graciousness, Mr. Warham accepted his honor and gave back to everyone in the room with a tune of kind wishes. The rest of the awards were announced and handed out. All present were received with applause and some with the bonus of familiar hugs and air kisses.

We toured all of the artwork displayed through the three galleries. The most compelling thing I noticed was the broad range of digital enhancement that was considered acceptable on photography. Digital and conventional photography was judged in the same category but some of the work done on the pieces were well beyond what a little dodging and burning or a color filter would have done. The third place winning photographer admitted to Toolman Luke to having used the computer software Photoshop to remove a person that was standing in the foreground of one of her entries (not the award winner).

What drove the above point home was when I walked into the gallery where most of the photography was displayed and overheard a group discussing how they could tell where certain photographs had been altered. "Look here," a twenty-something fellow said with a bit of dismay in his voice, "You can see a tree was removed from this side of the building but they didn't take away the huge shadow it cast."

I hadn't noticed things like that, just the garish texture filters the same print had been run through. When they moved aside and walked on the the next prints displayed I stepped in for a closer look. Sure enough, the shape of a fully leafed maple was cast on the side of the house in the print but no tree existed from the direction of the light source, the sun in this case. How much manipulation could be done on a photograph before it crossed the boundary and should be considered two dimensional artwork? I was wondering this as I heard the same group of critics behind me. They were discussing how an artist could easily take a series of photographs and carefully stitch them together using the same mentioned computer software to make what looks like one long elegant landscape. I turned to see what other photograph that they were demystifying. They were pointing at "Sun on Eli's Field."

I quickly stepped in to correct them. I agreed that many of the photos in the room had some level of digital artistry applied to them but none of the three photos in front of them had been touched. They looked more than skeptical and the younger man questioned exactly how "Sun on Eli's Field" was created. I assured them that the photographer could explain it better than I ever could and thankfully Toolman Luke walked into the gallery at that moment. I stepped aside but watched from across the gallery as the critical group went from rigid grilling to astonishment to rapt interest in everything Toolman Luke had to share with them. In turn, each of them walked back over to me expressed how jaded they had become in viewing a lot of the "photographic" work. They had seen the same pieces in other shows take huge cash prizes and had come to assume that most of the stunning photos that they were viewing that been grossly manipulated.

This fueled the main topic of my conversation over the next couple of hours. As we drove home, I asked my family their opinions on what they felt guidelines for photographic entries should be in a juried exhibit. RGBisMe me shared one solution he had seen in the past. Just below the matted photo the negative is also mounted. This would sadly take away from the breadth of the landscape on its own but would lend authenticity to the work. Toolman Luke was interested but unfazed. He knows what work went into his photographs and can sleep well at night knowing that it was his excellence in photography that was recognized.

One example of mediocre stitching with Photoshop can be seen on my Crawford Vista photograph. An example of simple Photoshop retouching can be seen in this example. Retouched photo is on the left and unaltered photo on the right

Expectations, Culinary and Otherwise

We all grow up with misconceptions that are sometimes shattered as we grow. I can remember a humorous story of a first grade child being absolutely shocked when they ran into their teacher in the grocery store and saw her chewing gum. In the child's mind, teachers weren't allowed to be chewing gum, or smoking or having a life outside the classroom. Similarly, as kids we expect that certain foods should always fall within specific parameters of tastes and textures. Apples can be crunchy and sweet or cooked into a mush and are sometimes tart but it would be a real shock to most of us if we were served some apple dish and it was spicy like a jalapeño.

A fun side of experiencing different things is sometimes learning that you like a food that your thought you hated or had always refused to try. I can remember my Aunt Esther sitting me down to a piece of pie but refusing to tell me what kind it was. It had the same flakey crust that her mother had taught her to perfect and I detected a hint of cinnamon along with a filling that was sweet and tart. It reminded me of a good apple pie and I told her I liked it. With that determined, she released the secret that it was Green Tomato Pie. Wow! I never would have thought of eating a green tomato and still had a bit of concern that it was something that might give me a stomach ache. I trusted my aunt and finished the pie. It was an interesting turning point because she had allowed me the decision to continue to eat the pie or turn it away if the idea of its contents were too disturbing because of my pre-disposition of what I thought of green tomatoes. I ate the rest of the pie very thoughtfully and by the time the plate was clean I had decided that green tomatoes had uses other than sitting on a window sill in early autumn waiting for the hopes of a pale blush to make them edible.

Having misconceptions shaken up can be little unpleasant. I always though mailmen were cheerful on their route and that nothing could ever sway their composed work ethic. It was disturbing to me when I saw our mailman jump a foot into the air and rightfully yell in an angry manner when a loose dog came at him aggressively. My thinking that mailmen had nothing to fear and were always glad to walk the street was clarified when I saw that happen.

My mother was raised in the south, deep south. You can be sure her emphasis on the word "insurance" will still be on the first syllable and she still says "ya'll" but with a yankee accent. I grew up in a house that knew what black eyed peas and cornbread were. We also knew grits were something to look forward to at breakfast and not something you poured out of your shoe or sanded wood with. One of the most unpleasant culinary shifts I have had to endure has been that I live in an area where they add sugar to sweeten cornbread. The initial piece of that cake sweet stuff I ever tasted sat one my plate untouched after that first unfortunate bite. I have forever since been very skeptical of being served cornbread at a restaurant. Even the chain that brags of it's country style cooking Cracker Barrel sweetens their cornbread. They must think that it's all right to do that because they add pork drippings to it. Ugh!

I raised my own family with my idea of what grits and cornbread should taste like, no sugar added just plain corny goodness. I have given cornbread my own twist now and then by making a cornbread stuffing or a pan baked cornbread with hot peppers that my dearly departed Aunt Dorothy introduced me to. My son grew up knowing that the stuff they call cornbread in local restaurants was not to be trusted. It helped even my dutchy born husband to refer to it as corn cake so that initial sweetness was not a rust-your-teeth type shock.

I knew I my cornbread expectations had rubbed off on him totally last evening when ordering at a local cajun restaurant. My husband ordered the vegetable jambalaya while I ordered the red beans, rice and corn bread. When my meal was served to me the beans and rice were nestled between two corn-golden wedges that had been painstakingly blackened with lovely grill marks. It was beautiful and he confided to me that he had been considering the same entrée that I had ordered, "...and then I became really afraid of the cornbread." We both tested a nibble of it expectantly and then broke into knowing grins. I had been served cajun blackened corn cake.

The Gypsies are in Town

Something that used to strike a certain amount of comical fear into our hearts as children was if ever we would hear a neighbor or family member say that the gypsies were in town. It meant no good; the implication was that gypsies would come to shop lift, swindle and steal all that they could while passing through.

Last week an expected and not welcome visit from some gypsies finally arrived. The many egg casing from Gypsy Moth caterpillar finally hatched and their thousands of little black larva arrived hungry and everywhere. Anyone who hiked Nittany Mountain last year saw the many larva remains and then the egg smuts on the bark of the trees along the way. I had never seen so many.

Last week, I noticed many tiny black larva everywhere I went. These aren't the caterpillars that make the flossy white tents in the branches of trees, they are smaller right now and are sailing around on little threads, landing everywhere. I checked our apple tree last night and they have started eating little holes in every leaf on the tree.

Today, I was able to photograph an airplane making passes and spraying Nittany Mountain. I was able to catch some of the white stream of spray in the one photograph (to the left, halfway down the mountain in the second photo). I have no idea if the breeze might blow a bit in our direction to help our trees. I am afraid it's going to be a year where these gypsies take more than they are welcome to.

Local articles from the Centre Daily Times from May 11, 2008 and May 14, 2008.

Happy Mother's Day!

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This week I came home to a surprise on the back porch. RGBisMe gave me an early Mother's Day gift of two full sized rose bushes. I have had miniature ones in the past and have done about average for keeping them alive. They are hybrid tea roses called Dream Come True and I am excited to see how they do in our yard.

Roses of that color have always reminded my of my grandmothers. The scent reminds my of lotions and bath salts my maternal grandmother gave me and the color reminds me of roses my paternal grandmother and her daughter always had.

Quehanna

Yesterday morning RGBisMe and I drove up to Quehanna Wild Area to do a little hiking. We chose the Crawford Vista Trail and looped back via Dry Marsh Trail. This has got to be one of the most pleasant and diverse hikes we have ever taken. It was somewhere under 4 miles in length but we were so energized from all that we had seen that it seemed like a level walk through the park all morning.

There were fiddle head from at least 3 different kinds of ferns along most of the trails. Lichen was blooming at Crawford vista. Warblers were darting here and there and we could always hear a Black-Throated Green Warbler somewhere nearby.

As we hiked away from the vista into Elk County we actually saw signs of an elk! I looked at the scat pile and said, "That's no deer!" RGBisMe made me take a photo using his compass for scale.

Dry Marsh Trail was actually elevated on a grade through an active marsh. An interesting thing about the entire 50,000 acres is what was state forest land and was sold in 1955 to the Curtiss-Wright Corporation. They used the area to develope nuclear jet engines and conduct research. The land was returned to the state in 1966 and now is managed as the Quehanna Wild Area in DCNR’s Moshannon and Elk forest districts. There are still traces of radioactivity in the wild area although the stateassures us it is minimal. They did, however, remove all hunting camps from the immediate area. The boundary of the wild area is a symmetrical 16-sided polygon.

The final mile or so along Meeker run was so beautiful. I reminded us of the best parts of hiking back to the geocache called Serenity. We think this was better because there was no road walking nor a camp at the end of the trail. There was an old camp foundation at one point but we now know how long that has been gone and why.

Quehanna is so much closer than we realized too. The trails are less rocky because it is out of Pennsylvania's ridge and valley section and is on the Allegheny Plateau. This is probably another reason why we were less fatigued. I can guarantee that this past Sunday will not be the last time that I explore trails in the Quehanna Wild Area.

Rings 'n' Things and Life Long Dreams (pt2)

Since I last posted, it has since been determined that Satan's daughter would like to be known a Satania. Tracdc says she is so much like her father.

Satania and I got to ride the spinning swings together. My father took a photo of me on a similar ride when I was young and I had RGBisMe snap a bunch of shots of me so that we might do a "then and now" type of montage in the future. There is a cool link called Young Me, Now Me with folks who have done just that.

It was time for the Grand Carousel. Toolman Luke and Satan said "pass" to the spinning horse but that was cool because they got to take some photos of us. We were all lucky to get outside horses so we could have a chance to grab the brass ring. Earlier in the week I had reminded everyone to trim their nails because I usually end up splitting mine badly as my aim is porr when I grab for the ring holder on the outside of the carousel. We were ready.

The carousel started spinning and I was finishing up shooting a couple photos when RGBisMe warned me, "T! The rings!"

They had put the arm that holds the rings down before they hit the warning bell (normal procedure) and I almost missed a first grab but got an iron ring just in time. I turned to watch RGBisMe, Tracdc, Satania and Maga11 each have a go.The ride is not a slow one but there are some employees on the Grand Carousel who have perfected snagging multiple rings on one pass. I talked to a woman who had been able to get two by quickly grabbing and she knew of another employee who was able to get three before the carousel turned too far to reach the arm.

RGBisMe shouted from behind me, "The guy is watching for the brass ring at the bottom, it's going to be soon!" Years ago, there had never really been a real brass ring but for about the past decade, they have added a shiny ring of brass amongst the dull iron ones that come out of the vending arm. Anyone who grabs the shiny brass one gets tickets for another free ride on the Grand Carousel. I assume that because there is only one brass ring, they have an employee stand at the bottom of the arm to watch who grabs it. They then quickly mount the carousel and exchange it for tickets before the rider has a chance to... pocket it? throw it back? think it's theirs to keep? I am not sure but there is never was way to get a photo of anyone who grabs it because they pretty much grab it right back.

I prepared myself for the next pass. The person in front of me made a successful catch of an iron ring and in it's place slid a golden shimmering ring! I steeled myself to focus my aim and nabbed it! I saw a blur as the fellow jumped up behind me to take back the ring but I wasn't going to give it up without showing it off. I whooped in victory, kissed the ring and raised it over my head so he couldn't reach it as I turned. My family all saw it and cheered, "She got it!!"

I knew the employee was probably sweating bullets that he wasn't going to get the ring back so I made it quick and said to him, "Thank you for allowing me my moment." He smiled and we made the swap, the ring for tickets. With my goal met in the Haunted Mansion earlier and this victory it was certainly a brass ring day for me!

We dawdled over to the Killer Bees game and made sure to play the Derby Race game since it was Kentucky Derby Day (also our 21st anniversary for moving to State College.)

After hurting my knee on the Scooters I was ready for an ice cream break. Satania got some Dippin' Dots and RGBisMe shared a cotton candy ice cream while Maga11 & Toolman Luke went into the antique photography display. Tracdc and Satan said that they didn't get to ride the Haunted Mansion together so they got in line to go again while we sat outside and enjoyed our treats. Soon Maga11 & Toolman Luke showed up saying that the photo area was really just a boring olde time dress up place to get your photo taken. They stood with us waiting in front of the mansion for the rest of our crew.

We all cheered when their cart made it out of the the ride. They had both made it through the spooks without jumping out. They smiled and gave each other a little smooch as they got out of the cart. Tracdc ran right up to me waving a HUGE diamond on he left ring finger. Satan had proposed to her in the Haunted Mansion! The spookiest thing of all what that she had said "yes", to Satan, in the Haunted Mansion. HAHA! It really is a lovely irradiated yellow diamond set with other tiny white diamonds to either side. They are going to be a happy family (when Grammy's cactus blooms is the date) and Satania now has us as a bonus family! yay!! We were so glad we could all be together for such a big moment and the best part of the day.

Rings 'n' Things and Life Long Dreams (pt1)

A family trip to Knoebels had been in the works for well over a month. Tracdc, Satan and his girl (gosh - what's her trail name, certainly not Spawn of Satan) planned on meeting Maga11, Toolman Luke and us there in the afternoon. The weather was chilly but we decided to go ahead with our plans because it's rare when our schedules allow us all to get together.

We all saw the nearly completed Flying Turns as we entered the park. We are very excited that the next time we visit we might get to try them out. We all met for lunch at the international food court where family hilarity quickly ensued.


As we munched on our burritos, Tracdc suggested that we all ride the haunted mansion next. It was then I realized that I had enough people with me that I might be able to talk a couple of them into achieving a long time goal.

I first visited Knoebels Grove in the late spring of 1974. The flood, Agnes, had ruined our great local park just two years prior so the annual field trip to reward grade school traffic patrols changed from Kish Park to Knoebels Grove. It was a big deal and I was instantly in awe of the huge amusement resort the moment I saw it. One of the rides that impressed me the most was the haunted mansion. Riders sat in carts that wheels through musty rooms of a very spooky mansion. One room was a vast cavernous area just filled with floating skulls. Farther along the ride corded strings hung down to just suggest something tickling you like a spider. A shocking finalé of a near set of oncoming head lights and and air horn blast made even my preteen non-driver's heart race with the suggested impending doom.

I suggested my family make the trip to check out the park and it became an almost yearly favorite. Each year, the trip was not complete without a ride through the haunted mansion. During my teen years, I mentally plotted how I might jump out and cut loose one of the floating skulls that seems to be energized with light just before my cart busted through the double doors into that chamber. I never could figure out how to do it quickly enough and my aversion to harming the dark ride just left me imagining perfect plots rather than acting on it.

Time twisted on and I shared my love of the park and all of its many wonders with RGBisMe and eventually Ravenboy. As a three year old, he was scared out of his wits by the Haunted Mansion and would not consent to ride it again for years. We found other traditions in the park to take its place, like taking black and white photos in the arcade. Eventually he learned to love it too and as a young High School homeschooler, we arranged a walking tour through the Haunted Mansion given by Dick Knoebel, the owner, himself.

We got to see so many cool secrets about the spooks. I got to look, close up, at the many things that had aways made me shriek in fright. I won't give away any of the secrets but a cool bit of trivia was that the grand ticket booth that stands in front of the mansion was from our dear old Kish Park in Burnham. I also got to see the floating skull room in the light, not nearly as vast and quite dull but filled with mirrors.

Over the past 6 years, RGBisMe and I have gone at least once a year. Sometimes with Ravenboy, sometimes just ourselves. The past few years the mansion rooms have been showing a lot of wear and are looking pretty shabby. Sometimes the light in the floating skull room has been out of sync and come on well before our cart has exited the chamber. Many of the spooks are looking broken and almost taped together; it's scary on a different level.

As we sat around our pre Cinco de Mayo luncheon, I had this idea solidify and whispered it to RGBisMe. He was game and I ran it by Tracdc. She wasn't so sure and was afraid we would get kicked out of the park. I was certain I could pull it off but my plot was foiled in that I needed her to ride after RGBisMe and myself, alone. Satan's daughter, latched onto Tracdc and said, "I am riding with you!" She had no idea what we had been planning but it seemed it was not to be. Tracdc came to the rescue as we approached the Haunted Mansion. She generously bought all of our tickets and said, "T, you ride with Satan." I looked at RGBisMe and he agreed to ride alone after us.

As our cart pulled up, I don't think Satan quite knew what I was plotting but he suspected something was up. I told him to get in first since there was only one way to enter/exit the cart. I needed to be on the outside. As Tracdc and Satan's daughter (trailname TBA) busted through the doors and into the mansion, Satan and I took our seats in our cart. I looked back at RGBisMe and reminded him, "Slide way over to your right." Maga11 and Toolman Luke took up the rear and just before we vanished into the mansion I saw RGBisMe sliding to the far right side of his cart.

Everything was so scary this time and as the skull room came closer, I was almost shaking. Finally, I saw the lights blazing between a crack in the chamber's double doors energizing the skulls. Tracdc's cart must have already exited the chamber. Off the lights went and "bang" our cart busted into the room of eerie glowing and dancing skulls. I couldn't see him but I shouted to Satan over the Spooky music, "Abyssinia!" and exited the cart to my left!

I heard him exclaim something as I sensed rather than saw my cart disappearing in the distance and the spooky skulls danced all around me. I could feel the wooden boards under my feet were a little uneven but I knew to stay clear not only of the track but the greased wheel marks we had to avoid during the entirety of our walking tour years before. I dare not back up too far so I stood in a ballet first position just as I heard my cart depart the chamber with Satan.

The lights blasted on! I felt like I was caught, naked and being very naughty. I cringed a bit to hide myself from any cameras but knew it was fruitless. I was in the skull chamber, out of a cart and in the middle of the ride's operation. I was so in the wrong yet I was being very careful and thinking out my every move. Just as the light snapped off, I knew I would have to stay still but have my hand out to be able to feel where RGBisMe's cart's handle was before it passed by me. I couldn't move my feet because I had determined when the lights were on that they were away from the greased wheel marks. "Bang!" RGbisMe's cart had entered the chamber! Like a frantic Who in Whoville, I quickly shouted over the blaring spooky music, "I am here! I am here!" Immediately I heard coming toward me the voice of RGBisMe repeating back to me, "I am hear! I am here!" My hand touched the cart's bar just at the level I remembered the bar's being and jumped in as RGBisMe pulled me in!!

"I did it! I did it!!" I shouted with glee. I kissed RGBisMe over and over again thanking him. I was thrilled in realizing I had been plotting this moment, in one way or another, for over 30 years. A silly, relatively moderate, calculated risk but it gave me such a thrill. It hurt no one and did no harm to the ride. It was a great moment. As our cart slid past the spooks, ran head long into the oncoming truck and was yelled at by an angry jungleman I hugged my RGBisMe so happily. We came through the final double doors to a small group of very expectant family. Tracdc, Satan and his daughter all gave a little cheer when they saw us emerge together. I shouted in victory with my hands over my head. Maga11 and Toolman Luke's cart soon came out and they were glad to hear how it went too. Maga11 knew that a plan was hatched and very pleased I pulled it off.

I was riding high as we floated from ride to game to ride. It was still chilly and I looked like the uni-bomber with my hood up but it was a good time. The arcade was fun as I embarrassed everyone with my DDR actions but I needed to release some energy. Sadly, the photo booth was out of order.
Beleive it or not the most exciting part of the day was yet to come. - to be continued soon!

Blessed Beltane

Happy May Day folks! This is a busy time of year, everything is growing and reproducing. Spring fever and cleaning has struck us with a vengeance. My back is sore from hefting some carpets to the attic and hoeing the garden. The cats decided to help me out a bit.

Just like Spring, it looks like rain now as I type and listen to the song of the first Oriole of the year. I was able to see it high in our walnut tree but could not get a photograph of it. I am always so pleased when the first of the year Oriole comes on May Day. It make me feel like everything is in synch.

As an added bonus and Indigo Bunting blessed our feeder this morning. This was the first I had seen in years. Construction of Interstate 99 has disturbed the patterns of many of the animals that used to be regulars in my yard. I was glad to have him stop by even if just for the day.

We are preparing the downstairs apartment as best as we can for new tenants. We hope the tiny place will be a friendly home to a couple of elementary school teachers from out of the area.

Miles and Birbanto danced the May pole this morning and Miles even helped me dig some!

Renovating Paradise

We were so excited to get together with the 4Rhines yesterday. They have the wonderful opportunity of living along an amazing stretch f the Loyalsock Creek while they renovate a secluded old farm house. A 'fixer-upper" is about the nicest thing you can say about the building in it's current condition. It has amazing potential for being a beautiful haven for this family of 4.

Stone Fly's know-how, Puddleby's tenacity, Fiona's creativity and Cookie Monster's hospitality bless this homestead already. We were glad to lend a hand in clearing out some of the old cabinets and fixtures in the kitchen. I wish we had more technical knowledge to lend but as long as they can point us in a direction and tell us to do it, we are glad to help them transform the space into a spectacular home. I am honestly jealous; the place is a perfect slice of natural wonder.

I didn't have time to take photos of their land so you will have to pitch in and lend them a hand to see for yourself.

Dr. Kulakowski Memorial

The third annual ride in memory of Penn State professor and avid bike commuter Bohdan T. Kulakowski was held on Bike to Work Day, April 25 at 5 pm. Dr.Kulakowski was killed in March 2006 when he was hit by a van while riding home from his office on campus. We departed the PSU gates at College and Allen with a police escorted ride to the crash site in Boalsburg.

The ride did not start until well after 5pm so RGBisMe wouldn't have had to leave work early but we had a chance to chat with other bikers as we waited. It was nice that the thunderstorms held off for the entire ride. The mood until the actual crash site was serious but in a friendly respectful way. We were all enjoying the first really awesome week of bicycle commuting of the spring. Getting together to remember Dr. Kulakowski was a good way to end the week.

Over 30 local citizens participated in the ride. There were students, families pulling children in trailers, couples on tandem bikes, racing bikes, double century bikers and regular joes like us. The Penn State Six Pack, Bob Swaim's inline bike for six people graced the front of the procession by leaving one seat empty in honor of Dr. Kulakowski.

Residents stopped their gardening to wave at us as we rode past. Fraternities saluted us with Friday evening brews in hand. One woman nodded to us and clearly stated, "He used to bike this way to work every day."

It was different from a couple of years ago when the news of Dr. Kulakowski's death was young. Two years later, more people seem to be understanding. This was the third memorial ride for him and although the ride through the beautiful neighborhoods has the same welcoming feel to it, this time there was clearly more recognition of why a mass of bicycles were being escorted to Boalsburg.

Gas prices edge ever closer toward $4.00 a gallon. There can not be but an increase of bicycle commuters for those of us who can, will. RGBisMe and I helped place flowers on the ghost bike that has been in place for 2 years. It's visibility has made many more residents aware of the cost of the life of one bicycle commuter. I hope it is reminder enough that we have to share the road.

Running Birbanto

I got a phone call from Ravenboy early last evening.

"Hey Mumo, I wanted to call for a couple of reasons. I am going out to supper tonight with friends so I won't be able to call later."

I told him to have a great time.

"I also wanted you to know that I am running Birbanto."

This, I was sure I had heard incorrectly. He was in NYC and our cat was lying on the floor exhausted from the hike we had just taken him through the Stan Yoder Preserve in Boalsburg. I asked him to repeat himself.

"I am running Birbanto!"

DUH! Our cat was named after one of my favorite characters in ballet; Birbanto is a sly turncoat pirate in the ballet Le Corsaire. Ravenboy is learning the part for this upcoming Met Season!
Between that, a lead in Merry Widow, solo spot in Études and Bronze Idol again I am going to be filled with amazing ballet moments by mid July. Anyone interested in ABT schedule can check the link of contact me for Ravenboy's casting (I may not know until about a week prior).

Mid-week Delights

It's that time of year when RGBisMe & I revel in the bike commute. For years he would come home everyday for lunch and about 3 years ago he said he would like to start biking onto campus during warmer weather. The only thing that he felt conflicted about was not making it home for lunch. This dear man came home for years so I have no problem spending my spring lunch hours bringing lunch to him - via bicycle.

It really only doubles the commute time and is so satisfying. I know our bodies thank us for it. We have added a little more gear every year to make things easier and enhance our safety. This year even I got a head and tail light. Okay, it was really bought for finding the geocaches in the abandoned turnpike tunnels but I have used them on the road one rainy day this past week.

Today, I took a route so that I could check out the area where I thought I might gather some clue information for finding a new letterbox by Angrist, I Need Some Food! I was so pleased at solving his challenging geocache clue, Listen to the Music, just the day before. His first letterbox plant was more straightforward but still had some interesting twists to it.

First I had to check on my Hitch Hiker Resort to see how it weathered the Blue White game traffic. It was just fine. Off to campus. I was glad for a change of direction because it allowed me to photograph a Red Tail hawk chasing birds in and out of Beaver Stadium.

I decided that the theme of the letterbox was making me so hungry that I better get some lunch before I started hunting in earnest. I biked on to the HUB and got us 2 hot & sour soups in hopes that we might find a nice picnic location while seeking this new letterbox. The clues were very engaging and it was hard to say just where we might end up.

I biked to an area that had some potential and phoned RGBisMe to meet me when he was able to get off for lunch. I checked some places that seemed to make sense but wanted to wait for my dear friend so that he could enjoy the hunt also. While waiting for him I took a walk to get a vegetarian strawberry yogurt. This was just in case we were successful in finding the letterbox, we could have it as a celebration treat.

We met at the arranged place and with only one muggle around just nodded to each other in agreement as we walked by a landmark. We parked ourselves in a sunny spot, pulled out our soups and started to slurp just as the muggle left. We probably looked like crazy people, running for where we thought the letterbox was before anyone else could come into view. We were not disappointed and neither would you be if you saw the time and care put into crafting this beauty.

We cracked open our celebratory yogurt and enjoyed it (and our soup) after stamping in and returning this special creation with care. It's so exciting that even more quality letterboxers are blessing our area with their efforts. Well done Angrist.

RGBisMe had to bike back to his office and I had to get back to work at home. On my way home, I was (as I frequently am at this time of year) overcome with the beauty of the area I live in. I just love my commute.

The Beauty and Grace behind Classical Ballet

Did you ever wonder what it was like to go backstage at the ballet? A ballet company like American Ballet Theatre will spend hours together on planes, weeks together on tour and years together performing ballet classics that can bring out some humor that you might not expect.



Jet lag in London, the first warm-up class after arriving.





On tour 2008.





A classic song for a classical look.

Lost & Found

We had been putting off checking on one of our unfound letterboxes until we were sure that snow and ice would not impede our search. About a month ago we searched similar areas and the snow pack and icy trail made us realize that there was no way we should attempt the trails in the area where this letterbox was hidden until snow and ice were gone. We used our local ski resort, Ski Tussey, as an indicator. If we could look up on Tussey Mountain and still see snow that they had manufactured on it's slope, we would not attempt to hike out to this letterbox.

This weekend was warm, the forecast was 80° and the snow was finally gone from Tussey Mountain. We were eager to check the location of this mystery box since at least 3 well established letterboxers had sought it and failed to find it. After corresponding with them, it sounded like they had been in the exact area where we had hidden it. I could not imagine anyone stumbling onto it because it was hidden well off of the trail. RGBisMe and I decided that there was a chance a critter decided to drag it out of its hiding place. We were still uncertain enough to hold out hope that the rocks that we had secured it in place might be working.

Another early morning drive yesterday didn't have us very chatty but we were excited to hit the trails in the beautiful area. We knew of a few other letterboxes it the same area but chose to focus just on determining the existence of ours. We hit the trail and after an hour of navigating from the closest parking area only saw one patch of ice well off of the trail. I regret that I did not photograph it because later in the day on the same trail I was hiking in a tank top.

We walked past beaver chewed saplings and a friendly stream. It was early enough that we didn't meet up with anyone until a few hundred feet before we were ready to look for our lost letterbox. We were looking carefully around on our approach because we did not wish to be seen as we approached where we had hidden the box. RGBisMe spied a fellow with a camera and tripod on a cliff not too far from where we had hoped to be going. I gave him a look and decided that he was just trying to get a special photo that included the early sunrise in a canyon like area where it's hard to get exact lighting. We walked on and when I looked back he had come down onto the trail and headed in the direction we had come from.

We took that as a sign to make a scramble to ground zero. After a quick check with my compass and verification on the bearing with our GPS, I determined that the clues I had written were more accurate than I had hoped, if the letterbox still was in place. We counted the distance that was also determined in the clues and I could recognize the hiding place as my counted footfalls added up.

Just ahead of us was a feature that we both recognized. It was where we had hidden the box and it looked just as we had left it. RGBisMe pushed a couple of leaves aside to see the rest of the rocks that secured the letterbox. It was a relief that it was still in place and I found a certain amount of satisfaction in that I didn't feel compelled to change how the clues to this mystery box had been written. Two years and three days after we had hidden it, we replaced the letterbox as it was. It has yet to be found by anyone other than ourselves.

As we hiked back to the car the morning got markedly warmer. We ran into the man we had seen earlier heading down the trail toward us. He admitted to having seen us earlier and admitted that he had been lost an was bushwhacking from another trail. He pulled out his map to ask how to get back to his car from where he was. We determined which intersection he had taken a wrong turn at, showed him where he went, where he was and invited him to walk back to the parking area with us. He decided to hike and see some more of the natural features of the area before returning another way.

By the time we reached the parking lot, van loads of day hikers were coming to enjoy the trail. We were glad we had come early and had gone undetected in finding our lost letterbox. Things had gone so well, in fact, that even after hiking 3 or more miles of up and down we decided to do some more after driving to another area that promised another mystery letterbox.

It was not a short drive and we stopped for gas and a sandwich before we got to the trail head on state forest land. The heat in this parking lot chased us into the woods and we ate as we hiked. Another 3+ miles were ahead of us and the trail description promised some rugged areas.

The first section of the trail was indeed a rough decent and it was difficult to navigate with a sandwich in one hand and my hiking stick (bless you Bibliochicks) in the other. I was starving so the sandwich quickly disappeared behind my teeth allowing me to wave my one arm around as a counterbalance over the tricky rocks. The best part was how cool the air became before the trail dumped us out onto an old railroad grade.

The short level section was anything but boring. It was along there that we saw some pretty Trout Lilies blooming and our second area of remaining ice of the day. I did take a photo of RGBisMe beside it but my camera was still set on macro from shooting the trout lily - augh! Trust me, it really was ice in those rocks that he is standing by!

The trail we decided to take descended onto another rough section that was not as direct a route than if we had stayed on the graded old rail but it was so scenic down and along the creek. Mountains rose to the dappled blue sky and the ground was covered in patches by moss in some ares. We had to cross a series of little streams over the last half mile or so and my feet longed to soak in them.

The final location was very pretty and we couldn't understand why anyone else was there. We soaked up the surroundings, easily found the letterbox and took a few photos before hikers started drifting in. A couple of day hikers came first then a handful of back packers. Our timing had been just right and we started back to the car.

We chose a different route for the return trip. It was no shorter but a little less rugged. About a half a mile from the car I told RGBisMe that I was "all in." He said he was a little tired but doing all right. I was glad I had brought a change of shoes and changed out of my boots the moment I sat down in the car.

The ride home was quite pleasant and we stopped in a cute out of the way restaurant. It was quaint, the staff friendly but the vegetarian food selection was nil. We had a couple of large salads and looked back on our day with pleasure before heading home.