Saturday, March 21, 2009

First Weekend Exploring

For my first "weekend" off my Saturday fell on friday, and Sunday on Saturday. Didn't make much difference to me, I was looking forward to getting out and exploring.

First business of my time off was to drive to Page to visit with the HR folks at Forever Resorts. They run the Lodge at the North Rim, where I had already secured a job for the summer, but I had applied for a different position coordinating the interpretation programs for the Lodge to ensure they meet National Park Service expectations and complement, not duplicate any existing NPS programs. I got the job and will be heading into the North Rim in mid to late April. Woohoo!

After getting that business out of the way I skipped over to Lake Powell for the night. Waking up this morning to a gorgeous sunrise just started the day off right. the remainder of the day was spend visiting a couple of BLM offices to get hiking maps, brochures etc., then finally it was time to get out and hike. The closest place I could find to hike that was on the way home was the Toadstools. What a great way to spend a couple of hours walking in the sun.

Towards the end of my hike the wind picked up and I found out first hand how the process of erosion works! I was sandblasted all the way back to the RV, then sideswiped by winds all the way home. It's still very windy now, maybe the windiest it has been since i got here last Sunday. The RV is rockin and rollin like I'm still moving, even though I'm parked!

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

When Does “Some” become an Obsession?

I’m almost finished packing up the RV to get on the road. Carrying my accommodation with me is going to be a great benefit, but being much smaller quarters then I’m used to required many difficult decisions. To take, or not to take? has been the question applied to everything I own. The big items were easy, places found for them on a “where will it go?” basis: kayak mounted rooftop, and bicycle on a rack behind. Car, not able to be towed, had to be sold. Smaller but needworthy items were categorized, multiples scrutinized, and just a few of each selected. Goodwill has benefited well from me in these past months.

It’s the smallest of the items that has given me the most problems. What harm could come from taking a few extra books, CDs, etc? Extra t-shirts and socks will always come in handy.

But therein lies my obsession: Socks!

I have a couple of small drawers for ‘personals’, one contains underwear, gloves, ear muffs, etc. The other is crammed full to the rim with socks: warm wool socks for winter, long socks, short socks, black socks for under dark pants, light socks for under light, silk and wool liner socks, my treasured bamboo toesocks for hiking liners, mini socks for tennis shoes and sandals, even a pair of Santa socks for Christmas! I haven’t counted them. I wouldn’t dare. The fact remains, the drawer is barely closeable. I just went through them again, and can’t part with any. I may have need of every pair. I can’t possibly cull them any smaller.

As I forced the drawer closed one last time I made a pact with myself: I just won’t buy any more socks. But the thing that always draws me when I’m shopping is socks. I love to feel them, I love the colors and textures. I almost always look at the sizing chart to see if they would fit, even though I know I don’t need more socks. My REI dividend came this week. No prizes for guessing that one of the first things I checked on REI’s site was the current price of bamboo toesocks, size small!

Maybe I should just get a bigger RV……

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The Waiting Game

I expected to be in Arizona by now, but plans change.

The good news is that I have secured a summer job, starting early May at the Grand Canyon. I've been fielding a couple of other offers too, but think I really would like to spend the season on the North Rim of the Canyon. I found the job through a great website www.coolworks.com. They list seasonal jobs, mainly in the outdoors hospitality industry. It's a very busy time of year for summer seasonal workers, and their website is hopping right now with new job postings every day, and a social networking subsite that is full of other folks like me that are going through the application, acceptance/rejection, consideration of multiple apps and opportunities, phase. For those of us that have accepted an offer, the chat room is full of "63 days", "I wish May would come" comments. I have been pleasantly surprised to "meet" a mixture of other likeminded folks that have either been doing the seasonal thing a while, and are willing to share their expertise, and other newbies like myself, that constantly seek every tiny gem of information. Some are heading to the same place as I for the summer, and I look forward to meeting them all for real in May.

To occupy myself until May I'm going to volunteer in a National Park office in northern Az. I had hoped to leave for there before now, but the application process was delayed by the Federal background investigation process, my trip overseas, and now the (probably well deserved) vacation plans of the NPS Ranger in charge of coordinating the volunteers there. He will be back in a couple of weeks, and I intend to be there, ready and willing, when he returns.

Getting out to Az will be exciting. I have loved my previous hiking trips in northern Az, and looking forward to some new adventures there soon. Obviously I'm going to be heading back in to colder weather again, but it appears that the worst of winter is over, even there, and in fact the Az Strip had warmer temperatures than Tampa this past Monday. Cool should make for some good day hiking, and hopefully a couple of overnight backpacks before too long.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Ready to Move ON

Back in sunny, but slightly cool Florida.

I spent some time back in November researching and applying for a couple of seasonal jobs for this summer, now that I'm back it's follow up time. Make sure apps have been received, am I being considered, etc.

Need to get the RV checked out: tires, oil, service, etc., and then the harder job of getting it all put back in order, put away all the luggage and knickknacks I brought home from Europe, and secure everything for road travel. It shouldn't take longer than a week and I'll be ready to hit the road.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Pueblo in the Snow


Yes snow! As if England was not cold enough, my minor brush with a snowstorm while driving through northern England was nothing close to the white blanket I experienced this past week.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Starting at the beginning, the culmination of my trip to the UK is a return visit to La Alberca for another session with Pueblo Ingles. For those that have followed all of this blog (OK, just my Mum) you will already know about the program. For the remainder, and smarter, of you, Pueblo Ingles is a program which gathers a group of around 20 Spanish participants, who are learning English, and an approximately equivalent number of native English speaking volunteers (hereto known as Anglos) and whisks them off together to a fairly remote (sometimes very remote) location. The purpose is conversation, in English.

The Spanish participants must attain a certain level of English, and are tested by telephone before they are accepted for Pueblo Ingles. They know the basics of introduction, and have usually had several years of English lessons in grammar, sentence structure, vocabulary, etc. Beyond that their levels can vary from very fluent, to very cautious, at least at the beginning of the week! What they have not generally had, in their English lessons, is exposure to many different accents, talking to several people at once in English, and not being immersed in the English language for 14 hours a day. That is the purpose of PI.

The Anglo volunteers are of all ages, and from all over the English speaking world. At each program the majority are usually from England, the US and Canada. North American accents alone are probably enough of a challenge to anyone who has learned to speak from predominantly English Enlish speakers, but always added into the mix are a couple of Scots, Welsh, and Irish accents, maybe an antipodean (New Zealand or Australian), Indian, Jamaican, South African, or many of the other places the English language is widely spoken.

The program is structured in such a way that each Spanish "victim" will spend at least one hour speaking to each Anglo, and much more. As well as the one to one sessions, the days are interspersed with group activities, two to two discussions, theatre skits, and of course, mealtimes. This goes on from 9am at breakfast, to the official end of the day after dinner around 10:30pm. After dinner the bar is open for several hours for those that still wish to converse, and many do. On several evenings, disco music is provided for dancing.

The idea is to keep the Spanish hearing English from dawn to dusk and beyond. The days are long, but always filled with activity. Anglos are not there primarily to teach, but more to talk, and listen. Small corrections of grammar and syntax obviously do occur, but the Spanish are required to delve deep into their memories of vocabulary they have previously learned. Any Spanish who cannot find the word they want is encouraged to describe the item, and if necessary the new word is provided.

The accomodations provided vary according to the program location, but all are very comfortable and clean. The location at La Alberca consists of chalet sytle cabins with seperate upstairs and downstairs accomodations. Generally a Spaniard occupies the upper room, with an Anglo house downstairs. The chalets cluster around a large meeting, dining and bar complex where all meals are taken. The food is good and plentifull, and always accompanied with as much wine as desired. The conversation always continues over meals, as all are taken with at least 2 Anglos or Spanish at each table. Conversations with wine during dinner, or after at the bar tend to center on more relaxed topics. The alcohol seems to loosen the tongues somewhat, however it is rare to see anyone overindulge beyond social drinking.

For this particular program, all of the Spanish participants were teachers. The Administrative areas (or Juntas) of Spain have instituted a program where some teachers will start teaching some subjects in English. All of the participants have volunteered to take part in this program. Let me make it clear that they are teaching their regular subject, such as Music, Art, Geography, Mathematics, History, or Physical education, but conducting at least on class per week entirely in English. There are no textbooks for them to refer to (excepting of course their regular curriculum in Spanish), no pre prepared worksheets for them to use, few resources for them to refer to. All of that, and they are teaching 3-6 year olds, or 12 year olds, in a language that is not their native tongue. And they volunteered!

This brave, brave group of "victims" started off the week, waiting at the bus stop in typical style: huddled together conversing in Spanish, with a look on their faces as if they had been condemned to a firing squad. By the end of a thoroughly enjoyable week of conversation, shared houses and meals, skits, group activities, special ceremonies, singing and dancing, they were laughing and smiling, joking and joining in fast conversations, and even striking up conversations in English with people they met in bars, shops, streets and bathrooms.

Despite the weather, which provided us with daily doses of freezing cold rain, which then turned to several inches of snow, back to rain and ice, and finally for our last couple of days more soft dry snow, it was one of the best weeks I have spent at Pueblo Ingles.

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

What's that thick white stuff on my car?

Freshly arrived in England, after a Christmas spell of high 70 degrees weather. It's 10am at Gatwick Airport, and -4 degrees celcius. My rental car is waiting in the parking lot to be picked up and driven away. The problem is, it's sitting in the sun, yet is entirely covered in an approximately 1/2 inch blanket of fuzzy white frost.

Wimp that I am, I'm sitting in the warm rental office while a really nice man scrapes all the ice off, heats the car up for me and finds me an ice scraper thingy in case this happens again in the next month.

I think I'll be here at least that long. This was an impropmtu visit home, but I expect I'll at least spend a couple of weeks with each parent, try to look up a few friends I haven't seen in a while, and maybe, if the weather cooperates, do a bit of light walking to see if my knee is recovered yet.

Ok, time to put my gloves on and brave the outside.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

FL Trail - Potts Preserve work weekend

Spent the weekend doing trail maintenance at Potts Preserve on the Florida Trail. I love backpacking out at Potts because it's so lightly used, and if you can discount the noise of the airboats, so quiet. I had received a newsletter telling me it had been neglected, maintenance wise, for a couple of years, and I haven't been out there this year due to finishing the FT hike, and the AT "thru became a section" hike. Charles, who led the last group backpack trip I did out there last year, had mentionned that the trail signage for the backcountry river campsite was missing too. I was expecting it to be quite a mess, and hard work. There was camping available so I took the RV up for a run out, thinking I'd at least be able to get showered up and eat decent while I was there.

Surprisingly, it really didn't seem in too bad condition, to me at least. There was a good turnout of about a dozen people and several ATVs, so it was easy to get everyone out to seperate areas to work. I took on the duties of picking up behind the brush cutters, and repainting blazes. You can never get too much orange paint on you, after all! We finished the first section very quickly, and went back to the prearranged luch meet up spot, only to find that we'd been misinformed about where we should have been brush cutting and blazing. Apparently we hadn't gone far enough. Maybe that's why we thought the brush wasn't that bad!

Anyway, we found a few cleanup jobs to do around the lunch area until it was time to eat, then went back to continue, in the correct area this time, in the afternoon. By then there were many more people available to cover this section, and we had 3 of us picking and painting. We got talking and fell way behind the brush cutters, but just kept on picking up and repainting. Eventually, late in the afternoon the section leader walked back down to find us. We were only a couple hundred yards from the road we were working towards, but apparently everyone else was anxious to get finished and get home. I was surprised, because I thought there were to be two full work days, but apparently the first day was yesterday, and I missed it.

It was a good day's work though. Not a great deal of hiking, probably only about 5 miles, but all the bending to pick up, and stretching to reach up to the blazes has got me rather stiff! There was no point staying in the camping area with no electric hookup if there was no work day tomorrow. It had got quite hot in the RV last night with no a/c. But there wasn't much point driving the rig home in the dark either, so I just drove oout of the Preserve to a nearby RV park and rented a spot for th night with all the amenities. I was super tired from all that outdoor activity. I remember hearing a storm approaching at about 9pm, but it wasn't over me yet. I assume it did come over, and must have rained quite hard, becasue my bedding was wet this morning from rain coming in the wide open window. I didn't hear a thing though - very rare for me. I also needn't have worried about having an electric hookup for the air conditioner. I didn't need it on last night, and this morning I have the heat on! Incredible. It's not freezing cold, but it sure was a cooler start than we've had since I returned from the AT. Fall must be coming to Florida.

After a lazy breakfast I packed up and stripped the wet bedding and headed home.

It wasn't quite as long or hard a weekend as I'd expected, but satisfying none the less. I'll have to try to get out to Potts in the next couple of months and see if my knees are up to backpacking again. I should be able to manage the short side of the loop, even in I'm not ready for the entire thing yet.