After Dark in the Park

           It was the 13th of October, on the last night of the After Dark In The Park event at The River Legacy Living Science Center.  My marshmallow pulled into the designated parking area early.  The sky was full of clouds and they were about to dump their moisture.  Rain fell steadily on my front windshield as I waited for the shuttle.  I was glad that I had brought my raincoat and umbrella.  After thirty minutes I arrived at the center and checked in.  My voluntary assignment was to be a roaming captain.  The gates opened at 5 pm.  With 45 minutes to kill, I walked directly over to the face painting area.  I sat down next to a teenage artist with long hair the color of wheat. Half of her face was painted like a pumpkin, it was quite spectacular. 

          I whispered, “Please make me a butterfly.”  

        After about twenty minutes, I got up to leave.  Her design framed my eyes, which made them stand out. I drifted to my first location. When I arrived, the supervisor gave me minimal instruction then she left to have her break.  Parents and kids were everywhere.  It ended up being a cool clear night.  Little white lights ran the perimeter of the pathway.  The soft light they emitted increased the visibility of the forest floor.  All around you could hear Katy Perry’s song “Roar” play as children took turns doing karaoke.  I went to games, the pumpkin patch, crafts, the bounce house, and face painting. If you did not make it out this year, I highly recommend attending next year.

Master Naturalist

        Like a sponge, I am soaking up my Naturalist training and loving it.  So far, I have learned about forest ecology, aquatic systems, amphibians, and mammals.  There are twenty four others who are taking the training with me.  It’s quite a diverse group of people.  My class features an Englishman with crooked teeth, a shy nurse who bakes pies, a retired editor, a sassy plant guy, a woman who works at a nursing home and likes to eat Subway, one storytelling soul sista, a Starbucks addict (me), a librarian, a woman who loves possums and works in economic development, and that’s just to name a few.  We all meet at The Fort Worth Nature Center on Tuesday nights.  On our first field trip, we went canoeing on the Trinity River.  I was paired with the plant enthusiast.  As I propelled the canoe forward using my paddles, I thought I heard his mind explode.  Like a broken record, he kept repeating, “You are wild....You are wild.”

“Would you stop saying that!” I practically spit the words.  

I think I blew the minds of several of my classmates that day.  I was in a good mood, so the volume on my personality was turned all the way up.  Anytime we would pass a creature on the river, I would ask if he’s single?  Then, does he mate for life?  Whenever our teacher would say that the organism doesn’t mate for life, I would scoff and express my disdain for his “lifestyle choices.”  Once, my partner in the canoe, tried to tell me that that is the way nature works.  Organisms don’t always mate for life.  Turning my head, I gave him the stink eye and said, 

       “Are you a pollinator!? You go from flower to flower, breaking hearts, never calling when  you say you’ll call, are you one of those guys?”

I saw a seven foot alligator patrolling his territory.  He watched our every move as we waded through the water to find microscopic organisms.  Using my net, I took a couple of rocks hostage.  I also touched an American Tree Frog.  He was attached to some vegetation alongside the river.  My companion in the canoe spotted him, and grabbed the plant.  He brought Froggie into our little boat.  So briefly, we were a family unit before his guilt kicked in.  He felt bad for taking the frog away from his home.  

“You should feel bad, because you are a horrible person.”  

(Sticks and stones might break my bones, but words will hurt forever.)

I ended up being the one to release Froggie back into the wild.  The American Tree frog is a cute critter.  I look forward to my next fieldtrip!!

Yellowstone

My time in Yellowstone “roused my appetite without bedding it back down.”  I arrived in Montana on the night of July 27th.  It was completely dark, but I could still see the outline of the mountains all around.  Checking in, I proceeded to go find my rental car.  Wheeling my luggage through the parking lot, I paused to inspect each vehicle.  I couldn’t find my car.  A gust of wind blew dust into my eyes, as I sat down on my luggage to wait for a miracle.  Within minutes an attendant asked, “Do you need help?”

    Reaching my hand to my forehead, I grabbed the strand of hair that had escaped and tucked it behind my ear.  “Yes, I can’t find my car.”

He glanced at the key chain in my hand, “May I?”

Offering it to him, I said “Certainly.” 

It took five seconds for him to push one button, and somewhere I could hear an alarm going off.  Following the sound, I walked further into this massive parking lot.  Finally, I saw the car at the very end of the parking lot.  When I arrived, I inspected it.  Black as the night, it was a brand new Ford Escape SUV.  After loading my bags, I sat in the driver’s seat.  Reaching my right hand up, I felt for a light switch.  Nothing.  I turned on the Flashlight app on my phone, to get a good look at the steering wheel.  There was no place for a key, only a single button that said Push-To-Start.  I pushed the button.  Nothing.  Stepping out of the SUV, I ran around the parking lot looking for the attendant.  He was gone.  Then, I remembered the phone number.  I called the rental car desk.  Dillon, the young man who had helped me, answered.  

Trying not to sound hopeless, I said “I can’t start the car.”

“Hold down the brake, while pushing the button and have the key chain on you.”

Keeping my voice cheerful, I said “Do you have any advice for me?”

“You can’t start the car, unless you have the key chain.  Don’t lose it.”

After we hung up, I was able to start the car.  Luckily, the drive to the hotel was super easy.  I got into my room, and unpacked.  For this trip, I had to pack my food items in my checked bag.  However, I learned that it is a bad idea to pack pickles.  Upon opening my bag, I discovered two of my pants were soaked in pickle juice.  There would be no opportunity to wash them.  My pickle pants were out.  This was my first time at Yellowstone and I wanted to make a good impression.  I went to sleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

The next day, I checked out at 6am.  Loading up my car, I pulled out my own music.  Once I started the drive, I realized that the sound system did not take CDs or have an auxiliary source for me to hook my ipod to.  Much to my dismay, I drove the entire way in silence--3 hours. I started to notice my difficulty breathing on the drive to the park.  The altitude was 1,000 feet and my lungs weren’t used to that.

I arrived at my class at 10:30am, an hour and a half late to my first day--no biggie.  Sneaking into the room, I sat in the very back.  The teacher kept talking.  When I looked around, I discovered that people of all ages and backgrounds were taking this class.  The youngest person was 14 and the oldest person was 70.

When we took a break for lunch, I unloaded my SUV and put my stuff in my assigned cabin.  I didn’t eat my pickles.  They had sufficiently pissed me off, so I threw them in the trash.  Somehow I managed to gulp down a tortilla and some string cheese, while feebly attempting to breathe.

My first day there, I tried to adapt.  I’m so used to being in the city, where hearing the sound of a cell phone ring or receive a text is familiar.  In the park, there was no cell reception.  At first this silence was odd, but then I started to like it.  I liked the freedom that comes from not being chained-to-your-phone.

It took me a while to warm up to the strangers in my class.  My favorite was a fellow named Chris, from England.  It was amazing that I did not annoy him because I was constantly switching from speaking normally to speaking as though I were Mary Poppins.  Considering my behavior, it was surprising that Chris kept choosing to sit next to me on the bus.  

Rising the next day at 5am, we immediately boarded the bus.  We rode into the heart of Yellowstone--Lamar Valley.  Setting up our equipment took some time, but it was a welcome distraction from the biting cold.  Tall pine trees and sage brush covered the land.  A hundred yards away, on a steep incline, I focused my telescope.  The den site was somewhere nearby.  Looking into the back country was deceptive to the eye, it appeared small, but actually it stretched on for miles.  My hands started to tingle.  Wishing that I had brought gloves, I kept looking for any signs of life.  After an hour shivering with my eye fixed on the scope, the eureka moment came.  Someone cried wolf.  Where?  In between the trees, they appeared.   Two black wolf pups were playing. They moved so fast, it was difficult to keep up. Watching them chase each other, my pulse increased.  My heart felt like it was doing the Texas-two-step in my chest. Even from a distance, this sighting was incredibly satisfying.  Everyone in the crowd reacted, like when you are in church, and suddenly you feel the Holy Spirit in the room.  After thirty minutes the pups ran back to the den.  Suddenly, a deep chorus of voices united.  The Lamar Valley wolf pack howled, and the sound was pure joy.  It bounced of the hills and we all tuned in.  When the howling ended, there was silence.  No one wanted to break the spell.  Eventually I climbed back into the bus with Chris and the others.  We returned to the ranch, all of us blissfully happy from seeing the wolves.

The beauty of Yellowstone National Park was so staggering, so mind-blowing that I left feeling completely revived, restored, refreshed!  I can’t wait to go back.

Into the Wilderness

In five days I will fly to Montana.  From there, I will drive to Wyoming, specifically Lamar Buffalo Ranch which is located in the heart of Yellowstone National Park.  Being the product of a sheltered urban upbringing, makes me equally excited and fearful about the prospect of this adventure.  Even strangers can glance at my face, and instantly tell by my pale skin that I do not get-out-much.  Considering how neurotic I can be, and how I consistently over think things, it is amazing that I am doing this.  Being alone and off-the-grid, while driving into and then staying inside, one of the largest generally intact ecosystems in the temperate world, is so foreign to me that I can’t compute.  My mind simply cannot access or download this idea.  When people ask if I’m excited about my trip I say, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”  Most of my experiences with nature have been imagined, or seen on TV, not real.  Sure I went camping once, but I ended up, like Matt Foley, sleeping in a van down by the river.  Last week on Tuesday, it was about noon with the sun bearing down hard, when I witnessed two Mockingbirds get hit and run over by an SUV.  With all traces of composure lost, I remained crestfallen for the entire day.  Pacing back and forth like an animal would in distress, I wanted to fix it, or improve this sad situation but I could not.  At the back of my mind though, I was aware that this was foreshadowing.  Nature is rough and difficult.  It is possible that I will see death again when I go to Yellowstone.  I have imagined gray wolves for so long, that I cannot predict how I will physically react when I actually see one.  I imagine that my reaction will be similar to how Elvis would respond after he returned to Graceland from a really long absence or how the overprotective clownfish Marlin would react when he finally found his wayward son Nemo.  Put it this way, I think about wolves as often as Pooh bear takes naps-which-is-all-the-time.  Wish me luck!!

A Close Encounter

On a hot afternoon, with

the summer sun blazing

he appeared.

With wings humming, 

he hovered, while

looking into my face.

In a blur of movement,

this colorful microscopic

creature paused to feed.

A hummingbird

is a constant hustler.

Earth Day

       Sunlight streamed through the trees illuminating the gravel pathway that led to the back door of the River Legacy Living Science Center.  Branches filled with leaves reached out in a giant embrace.  Under the canopy of trees, evidence of humans could be observed by the flash of a pale leg or a child’s squeal of delight.  

Booths lined the perimeter of the center.  Children and parents were in a state of constant motion, as they migrated from one station to another.  This relaxed mass of humanity had driven from all over the Metroplex to celebrate Mother Earth. It was Earth Day--the 43rd celebration since the day was created in 1970.  

As the children stopped to investigate the contents of each table, a bobcat appeared in the distance.  He crossed the path, silently, before disappearing under the cover of the dense forest. Small birds darted back and forth from branch to branch as they sang.  It was a good sign that man and nature could coexist peacefully.

The structural design of the center offers spectacular views of the woods.  The forest enters the building in the form of three living red oak trees in the center.  The structure was built to accommodate them, making the heart of the center literally rooted in nature.   

Next to the building several tables saddled with chairs and people were noticeable.  One table inside the center featured a sign that read “Paper Bead Jewelry.”  Children squirmed in their chairs while parents kept a watchful eye.  Wearing a neon green T-shirt with the word “VOLUNTEER” on the back, a woman approached the table.  Introductions were made.  Chesnut colored hair framed the face of this volunteer, as her hands maintained a constant state of motion.  She rolled a single strip of paper and then glued it to a straw.  After rolling it, it produced a perfect bead. 

The second shift of volunteers consisted of one adult and two teenagers.  While the teenagers texted on their phones underneath the table, children watched the process as the volunteer demonstrated step by step how to make the paper necklace.  

“Hello! Would you like to make a necklace?” the older volunteer’s clear voice rang out like a bell.

A blonde child responded, “I want to make 2 things: a necklace and a dinosaur.” After watching the process, the youngster quickly caught on.  

“How long do you want your necklace?” the volunteer asked as she focused intently on the string.

“More. Please. My mom has a giraffe neck.” Once completed the little girl put the necklace on her mom; they both seemed perfectly content.

As the activities drew to a close, a squirrel dressed in overalls sauntered past the booth.  He was a kid magnet to be sure as children came from all directions to give him a hug.  It’s not often that one sees an easy going, well dressed rodent. 

Earth Day at River Legacy was an excellent day for one and all.  We are all truly blessed to have this planet!

Happy Earth Day! And thanks River Legacy for the party.

Ghose, Tia. “Hug a tree! 5 fun facts about Earth Day.” LiveScience.com.  TechMediaNetwork Company.  22 April 2013. Web. 10 May 2013

The Biscuits Will Come

Yesterday, I was approached by a pair of kindred spirits.  One chap featured a full crop of blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and was wearing an orange Nebraska cotton sweatshirt.  Dark hair framed the face of the second fellow. He stood at least a foot taller than myself, and was dressed in black sweats.  

They both ordered a brewed coffee.  I was in the middle of ringing them up, when I uttered the words (using my fake British accent), “Would you like a biscuit?”  

(Currently, biscuit is my favorite word) 

Reaching up to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand, the dark haired chap immediately fired off, “NO.”

With a smile on my face, “Good, because we don’t have any biscuits.”

Channeling The Field of Dreams, the same fellow said quietly, .... “the biscuits will come.”

“Bravo, that’s the spirit, the glass is half full and so too are the biscuits.”

They both stood planted at my register, perhaps, waiting for an explanation.  

I began, “Just like the visionary, Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., I too have a dream...”

The blonde haired man finally joined the conversation, “What’s that?”

“If everyone in the world had a biscuit, there would be no hunger or war...and we would all look up to, or down at, the one that binds us together.”

“Who’s that?”

“The Pillsbury Doughboy, of course.”