Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Patterns abound

If you're on FB you've already seen this one; cherry trees, Lake Michigan & sand dunes

If you’re on FB you’ve already seen this one; cherry trees, Lake Michigan & sand dunes

Quick! What’s the first thing you think about when I say northern Michigan? Does it include snow? Woods? Lakes? Well, you’d be right, but the western edge of the northern lower peninsula is also a beautiful patchwork of farms, orchards and vineyards.

Leftover apples

Leftover apples

Every time I’m up here I’m fascinated by the intricate designs and patterns of the orchards and vineyards that dot the hillsides. I’ve always been attracted to repeating patterns, especially in nature. But the orchards in particular have been difficult to capture.

Cherry trees under heavy sky

Cherry trees under heavy sky

When you’re on the same plane as the orchard, and perhaps too close, it’s hard to show the symmetry of the tree trunks, the shadows interlocking, the sheer beauty of the trees marching in step. Trust me I’ve tried.

Cherry trees glow in a bit of sun

Cherry trees glow in a bit of sun

It’s the same with the row upon row of grape vines. The scale is often so huge that I just couldn’t get the image that truly represented what I saw. But failure has never kept me from trying again.

Hillside of hope for next year's vintage

Hillside of hope for next year’s vintage

Today I’m sitting in the warm living room, listening as waves of Lake Michigan pound the shore, watching clouds scuttle in from the west and white caps racing across the lake. Noting the temperatures dropping; there is a prediction of snow. A perfect day, it seems, to sort through the past two days of photos.

Grapes and cherries share a hillside

Grapes and cherries share a hillside

While wading through a number of failures I see there are quite a few orchard and vineyard photos that are worth showing you. So that you can see ‘up north’ isn’t all about snow and woods.

Cherry orchard tucked behind a corn field

Cherry orchard tucked behind a corn field

I drove around aimlessly on Friday, even got lost a few times. But it’s hard to get truly lost on a peninsula. If you go far enough you’re eventually going to run into a large body of water or a small village and you’ll be able to get your bearings. I also had a map.

Young trees next to old

Young trees next to old and a spot of sun

On Saturday I had a specific destination in mind, but saw more along the way, not related to my quest, then I did when I finally arrived. I think I will have to go back and try again.

Brand new orchard in the making

Brand new orchard in the making

Meanwhile, this morning I culled a few photos (OK a lot of photos) to share with you. I hope you enjoyed the tour of Leelanau County’s beautiful fruit producing farms! I feel a lot better about my collection of orchard photos now. But that won’t keep me from looking for the next perfect shot.

Turkeys in the orchard!

Turkeys in the orchard!


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Fury on the big lake

It started last night, the high winds TV weather people had been warning us about. Two in the morning the roar woke me from a deep sleep. High on a bluff above Lake Michigan, tucked warmly into bed, I heard the wind. Or was it the waves. The cat jumped off the bed and streaked away. And then the power went out.

Prime viewing seats.

Prime viewing seats.

People say a tornado or a hurricane sounds like a freight train. In the dark, listening intently I could almost hear the train whistle come and go, overshadowed by the intense roar of wind and water. In the dark, not being able to see the lake, all I could do was feel it.

The vibration of the waves pounding the shore hundreds of yards away came from deep in the earth, up through the bluff, through the house footings, through the floors and up into the legs of the bed frame, through the deep mattress and into my bones.

Yesterday I walked this beach now under water.

Yesterday I walked this beach now under water.

The house sighed. I lay still. Listening. Waiting. Planning where I’d go if I had to. Considering how to find the cat in her hidden safe place.

I toured the house with a flashlight, checking windows, doors. Listening to things hit the roof, scratch the windows. Calling the cat who remained hidden. Eventually I went back to bed.

The power came back on after an hour and a half. Welcome lamp light made the roar not so ominous. Still, the lake was completely dark and sounded angry. I toured the house again, turning on lights, checking, checking. Looking for the illusive cat.

Remembering cats of years ago I pulled out her food container, shook it and called her name as I wandered. Suddenly, out of the shadows, she raced toward me calling back loudly. Silly girl. She got a tidbit or two and then we both retreated to the warm bed, doors closed against the fury of the lake.

I fell asleep to the sound and feeling of nature running wild, still wearing my glasses, cat purring on my chest. We woke an hour later to find daylight beginning to reveal the lake in all it’s mesmerizing beauty. I ventured outside but it is impossible to catch the feeling of it in still photos, the winds so strong I could barely stand upright on the lower bluff, shielding the camera from the sandblast with my body.

As the morning progresses the light changes. The water turns turquoise and navy and brilliant white. The air is clear and the island at the horizon is visible.

Under dark clouds the air has been swept clean.  See the island?

Under dark clouds the air has been swept clean. See the island?

I glance out and see a bit of sun; careening down some of the 42 stairs to the beach I catch a brief moment when the sun slips from behind racing clouds and tips a few white caps with brilliant joy.

Fleeting light.

Fleeting light.

I don’t even care that I ran out without a coat, that the wind is bitter, the sound overwhelming, the moment brief.

I just know I am blessed to be here.

Turquoise.

Turquoise.


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Sorrow to Strength update

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We’re home again, after spending several days in Washington DC. We spent the time with other families that have suffered loss and injury in crashes with big trucks. The conference we attended is called Sorrow to Strength because, though many of us come to the weekend drowning in sorrow, we almost always leave feeling stronger, energized, even hopeful.

This year the issues were many; longer trucks, heavier trucks, teenage drivers, the minimum insurance that truck companies must carry, the fact that they want to hide crash data from the public, the rollback of mandated sleep breaks for drivers. Each of these issues is complicated; it’s a fine line to balance the safety of all of us with the need for commerce in this country.

Most of these issues are part of both the House and the Senate Transportation Bills. The Senate bill has already passed and contains many anti-truck safety provisions. The House bill was in committee this week and will be on the floor the House for a general vote very soon. We were successful in getting some anti-truck safety amendments removed from the bill, but we expect they will be introduced on the House floor during debate.

FedEx, UPS and a few other truck companies are fighting to put double 33 foot trailers on our roads in all states. Currently 39 states limit double trailers to 28 feet. In the bill being voted on are amendments that would make it federal law to allow double 33s across the country regardless of state law. Double 33 foot trailers are harder to drive, the back trailer doesn’t track around corners, meaning it will ride up over curbs if the driver isn’t careful, and take longer to stop. Drivers don’t want to drive them. Many large truck companies don’t want to have to purchase new trailers. The 33 foot trailers don’t fit on current container ships or railway cars. They will cause more damage to our roads and bridges. It seems that a few companies with a lot of money want these trailers, and expect the rest of us to just let it happen.

Welcoming everyone to the conference.

Welcoming everyone to the conference.

There was a press conference on Wednesday with a double 33 foot trailer, I put the photo of it in my header above. Think about it…would you want to pass this truck on a dark highway in your home state? Would you want it coming up behind you? No Senator or Representative we visited thought these were a good idea, yet there it is in the bill.

Every truck company has to have liability insurance. The minimum level of $750,000 was set in 1980 and it has never been increased. Most companies carry at least $1M, but in a crash where there are injuries even $1 million won’t be enough to cover hospital expenses. The liability insurance is paid out per incident. So if there is more than one person injured or killed, the insurance has to be split up among the victims. Think about that. Suppose two or three or more families have been injured or killed. The company writes a check, it gets split up by a judge, and the company walks away. Sure you can sue them in civil court, but small truck companies don’t have much in the way of assets, they file bankruptcy and open up the next day under another name. The families are left to pay the bills on their own. They often have to file bankruptcy too, and eventually tax payers pick up the tab in the form of disability and other kids of state or federal aid.

In the Transportation Bill are more hurdles for the DOT (Department of Transportation) to even study the need for an increase in mandatory liability insurance. They say they need to do a cost/benefit study on this issue; they want to study how much would it costs to mandate more insurance coverage v.s. what the benefit would be. Really. Even if the limit was increased to the cover the cost of living minimum insurance requirements would be over $2M. And that still wouldn’t cover the medical costs of someone injured by a big truck.

Senator Feinstein says NO to double 33 foot trailers.

Senator Feinstein says NO to double 33 foot trailers.

And let’s talk about teenage drivers. I know this is very controversial. Some states allow people 18-21 to drive an 18 wheeler within their state lines. The House and Senate bills have different versions of this issue, but in effect they’d like to do a pilot study to allow teenage drivers to cross state lines. At first this sounds innocent enough, if a teenage driver can drive anywhere in his/her own state, what’s 100 miles across state lines? But we know that pilot studies never stop and they never go away, they just expand. And what was once 100 miles across a few state lines will shortly become permission to drive across the country at the wheel of a truck weighing at least 80,000 pounds.

Teen drivers are less likely to stand up to truck owners demanding that they drive more hours than are safe, that they bend rules, that they drive trucks in poor repair. Many large truck companies say they won’t hire teenagers to drive, they understand that teen drivers have a higher crash rate than the general population. Rental car companies often won’t rent to a driver under the age of 25 because of the liability. Why would we want teenagers driving big trucks? It’s a deadly combination and something we’d like to stop now. I understand young people needing to make a living. But they don’t have enough driving experience to handle an emergency effectively. And an emergency in a big rig is a big emergency, one that can kill drivers as well as other people sharing the road.

There are several other issues that we talked about in meetings with the DOT and other regulators, as well as Senate and House members and their staff. Telling our stories, asking for safety to be made a priority made us all feel stronger. Every family at the conference wanted to make a difference. They didn’t want another family to go through the heartache that they’ve been through. And after spending three days on the Hill we feel like our voices were heard.

Safety can not be partisan. It just can’t. Trucks kill nearly 4000 people every year. They injure another 100,000 annually. They irreparably damage Democrat and Republican families, people of every religion, every nationality. This is one issue that should be first on the minds of everyone regardless of beliefs.

I’ll keep you updated as the bills move through Congress. We are at the edge of a very large cliff, and some truck companies seem willing to nudge us over that edge. You can help by calling your House of Representative member (they will be voting soon!) and telling their office that you do not want the Reauthoriation Bill to contain any anti-safety truck provisions.

Meanwhile, stay vigilant when you’re driving. And stay as far away from big trucks as you can. Your life may depend on it.
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I’m home!

This is MY house!

This is MY house!

Attention! Attention! Ahem….excuse-moi!
Katie here. I would like to announce that I have been rescued from “camp.” It was a long, grueling two weeks but I made it. Because I am a princess and a princess never shows fear. A princess is strong. And regal. And a princess never forgets. Ever.

I can not believe my mama took me to that place! She had only been home for two days and I wasn’t nearly finished playing with her when suddenly she took me for a ride and left me there!! She said she was really sad when she dropped me off and she even cried in the car after, but I don’t believe it.

I’m not even sure I want to talk to her, though I did howl all the way home from camp. Mama tried to talk to me but I would not listen and would hardly look at her while we were driving home. I didn’t trust her when she said we were going to see daddy.

But then we pulled into my driveway. Mama had opened the windows and I was sniffing (it’s hard to howl and sniff at the same time, I think mama did this on purpose!) and I could tell it was my house so I started pawing at my crate door real hard and mama laughed and let me out. She set me down on the driveway and I ran as fast as I could to the front door and pressed my nose into the wood waiting for my mama to open the door!

As soon as she did I raced inside straight to my daddy and then around and around the living room, and then I raced down the hall to check out the bedrooms and then I ran to the kitchen just to see if it was still there (cause that’s my favorite room) and then I ran back out into the living room and barked at my people. I told them off!

Then I brought my mama a toy and we played for a little bit.

This is my toy!

This is my toy!


Then we went outside so I could pee cause all this running and jumping and barking got me all excited you know. And then we walked all around my back yard so I could check it all out and I flopped down in the shade ready to get back to work guarding my house against anything noisy on my road.

I guess I’ve forgiven mama. She’s sitting out here on my deck with me while I keep watch. I haven’t closed my eyes once since I’ve been home but I’m starting to think a little nap might be in order

I’m glad to be home.

Happy sigh....zzzzzzzzzz...

Happy sigh….zzzzzzzzzz…


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Back in the USA – Fort Ticonderoga

It's a beautiful fort.

It’s a beautiful fort.


On Monday we were back in the United States. In New York State to be exact, and we had a plan. We were going to visit a fort and a set of waterfalls. We figured we could do both in one day. After all, we were becoming experts on forts this trip.

We figured wrong.

We spent the entire day at Fort Ticonderoga. We were there shortly after they opened, and we attended the last talk of the afternoon. The fort is now part of a nonprofit, with an educational mission statement. Each year they present the fort as it might have been in a particular year in history. We saw it as it was in 1755.

Our guide, as a resident of the fort in the mid 1700s.

Our guide, as a resident of the fort in the mid 1700s.

The stone fort sits on a peninsula of land in Lake Champlain, near the border to Vermont. It was built to control river traffic and it was held by the French first.

Watching over the lake.

Watching over the lake.

Most of the talks we heard were about the French and Indian War which started in 1754. Our guide said that it was actually a war between the British and the French…but since the British won they got to name it, and they named it the French and Indian War, though there were Native Americans fighting on both sides.

There were over 100 cannons in the fort in the mid 1700s. Over the years the fort fell into disrepair and most of it was destroyed during many conquests and losses. Today the cannons on the outside were purchased during the reconstruction of the fort in the 1950s. The blue ones are actually brass and were purchased from a Spanish fort. They are very ornate.

Beautiful cannon handles.

Beautiful cannon handles.

There are only two cannons at the fort today that are original. They are in the center of the fort and seem quite small compared to the cannons out along the edges of the fort.

At home where they should be.

At home where they should be.

Another interesting thing we learned is that the people providing the information dressed in period costumes live the 1700s soldier life at the fort. Beyond dressing and talking about the period they also eat the food of the period. That can get pretty boring.

Making bread in ovens dug into the clay.

Cooking in ovens dug into the clay.

Apparently the most common food stuffs sent to the fort back then were dried peas, salt pork and wheat for bread. The young man making bread told us he was on week 21 of eating pea soup every day.

There is also a full time shoemaker at the fort. He said he learned the craft through apprenticeship. He makes all the shoes for everyone at the fort, and repairs old shoes.

Making 18th century shoes.

Making 18th century shoes.

Every soldier would get new clothes once a year. There would not necessarily be a shoemaker at the fort, most soldiers repaired their own clothes.

We also got to watch and learn about different battle techniques.

Ready, set, FIRE!

Ready, set, FIRE!

Then we went on a tour of the fort gardens. The area is located in very fertile farmland, so the fort had a 6 acre farm growing vegetables to augment that pea soup diet.

Beautiful gardens.

Beautiful gardens.

Today there is a small vegetable garden growing crops that would have been grown back in the 1700s.

Our garden expert.

Our garden expert.

Everything that is harvested there is used in the fort restaurant.

In the early 1900s the fort and most of the peninsula was purchased by the Pell family. (Yes the Pell grant family.) They built a summer home near the gardens and began to restore the fort which was in ruins.

Over the years different members of the Pell family worked on the restoration and lived summers on the beautiful land. There was a house garden full of flowers inside a walled garden that is still maintained today.

Pretty inside the walled garden.

Pretty inside the walled garden.

The house is falling into disrepair, and the park is working to find funding to preserve it as well.

Fixer-upper.

Fixer-upper.

The last talk of the day wasn’t held in the fort. It was across the lake, up on top of Mount Defiance. During one of the skirmishes someone took two cannons up to the top of that mountain to threaten the fort. It didn’t work…but the mountain was named at least in part because of that act.

The fort stands strong.

The fort stands strong.

The view from the top of the mountain is stunning. You get a birds eye view of the fort and the surrounding country which is filled with rolling hills and farms.

Farmland for as far as you can see.

Farmland for as far as you can see.

The talk on top of the mountain was about a specific battle between the British who had 3x as many troops as the French who were defending the fort. The British felt so sure that they could take the fort they had the local Indian chiefs sit up where we sat that day, to watch the battle. It didn’t turn out well for the British, but it’s a long story. I guess you’re just going to have to go visit the fort for yourself. I promise you won’t regret the time spent. I bet you’ll find yourself just like us, lingering, learning, listening.

And imagining.

The view from inside.

The view from inside.


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Quebec Province deux

When I left you last we were walking around old city Quebec. We had walked to the top a long hill and done a walking tour of the fort. We planned on participating in a walking tour of the city itself, but we were tired. So we walked to the tourist information building and asked the woman what we could do or see that would not involve any more walking.

She looked confused.

Why would we be in Quebec City and not want to walk. She suggested a couple of musee (museums) where we could sit in ‘conditioned air.’ We suggested maybe a boat tour and she perked up saying that was a good idea. So we walked to the boat tour place only to find out the last tour for the day was already headed out.

We really wanted to be in town for dinner and the evening lights. But it was only 2 in the afternoon. We sat in a square for awhile but it felt like we were just sitting to while away the time.

So we decided to drive to some waterfalls we had heard about, even though that would mean giving up our valuable parking spot in town. The falls were only a few miles out of town and we figured the drive would be nice, we could rest, restore, and then come back to town for dinner.

This is what they looked like:

Montmorecy Falls

Montmorecy Falls

Yes, you see correctly. Those are stairs to the right headed up to a bridge at the top. You know us right? How many of you think we walked up there even though we had, only an hour before, been looking for something to do that did not involve walking?

A better look at the stairs.

A better look at the stairs.

You would be correct. Because if there’s something to do that gets us higher, gets us a view, challenges us….well…

Part of the way to the top.

Part of the way to the top.

…then you’ll see us there. Though we did say in 10 years when we are 70 we might just look at it from down below.

Good place to rest.

Good place to rest.

Maybe. But I wouldn’t count on it.

At the top of the stairs you walk along a long path and finally you get to the bridge.

This thing sways a bit.

This thing sways a bit.

Which of course you must walk across. And stop in the middle and stare down at the water rushing past.

And try not to think about it.

On the other side are more stairs to get you closer to the water.

Not doing the zip line.  Nope.  Nadda.  No way.

Not doing the zip line. Nope. Nadda. No way.

Yes, that’s a zip line. Lucky for me they closed it for the season at the beginning of September.

By now it was getting late so we went back across the bridge and back down the stairs to the car. Where we came upon a large number of people walking toward the stairs wearing orange hard hats and repelling like gear. A special event of sorts was going on..they were going to use the zip line.

Lucky them.

Gonna walk up a gazillion stairs to fling themselves across a waterfall.

Gonna walk up a gazillion stairs to fling themselves across a waterfall.


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Quebec City and the Citadelle of Quebec

Le Chateau Frontenac

Le Chateau Frontenac


I promised you a bit of Quebec Province. Let’s start with Quebec City because that’s where everyone starts…oui? (Click on any photo to enlarge it and see more detail.) It’s a romantic city, especially when wandered at night while street artists are singing old tunes, the crowd softly singing along, and couples are dancing nearby. Turns out John Denver’s “City of New Orleans” is so much sweeter when sung in French on a warm fall evening.

Dinner and dancing on a warm fall night.

Dinner and dancing on a warm fall night.

In the center of the old city is the LaChateau Frontenac hotel, build in 1892-1893. It’s huge, looks like a castle and it looms over the waterfront of the city.

Overwhelming

Overwhelming

It’s impressive, but I was more drawn to the simple stone and brick family homes.

Someone lives here.

Someone lives here.

They all look so warm and inviting and I like to imagine what it must be like to live there in a property so old, in a culture so unlike my own.

I also like the busy commercial streets full of tourists. The row upon row of shops and restaurants each offering something unique or fun or both intrigue people from all over the world.

Busy with tourists.

Busy with tourists.

At one end of town, high up on a hill is a fort. It’s the Citadelle de Quebec, and of course we walked way up there and took the tour. This is our guide.

He spoke fluent French and very good English and knew everything about the fort.

He spoke fluent French and very good English and knew everything about the fort.

I took this picture because it shows the tour group in his sunglasses. The tour was an hour and a half, and we learned much about the life of the soldiers that lived here, before, during, and after the war of 1812. It’s still an active military base today.

Old and older.

Old and older.

In the above photo you can see the oldest building that survives, built in the 1700s out of field stone, sitting (in this shot) in front of a building made of cut stone built in the 1800s. The older building was the powder magazine, and the outcroppings were there so that if the building exploded the explosion would be absorbed and not injure people in the fort.

Built to protect, even in the 1700s.

Built to protect, even in the 1700s.

From the fort you got a terrific view of the city.

The old city has a boardwalk that runs along the front of it overlooking the water.

The old city has a boardwalk that runs along the front of it overlooking the water.

Also in town are many churches, two of which are called Notre Dame. We found this small older version on our last night as we were heading for the car.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

It sits in a perfect little square of very old buildings, all lit up at night. That evening, even though we were headed to the car after a very long day having walked over 9 miles and up the equivalent of 80 flights of stairs, (the header photo of this blog is one of the many hills we climbed.) we sat down and just soaked it all in for a bit.

We had already visited the larger version of Notre Dame closer to the center of town.

Statley.

Statley.

This church is beautiful inside in a way that is different than the Notre Dame church we saw in Montreal.

Reverent.

Reverent.

So there’s a little bit about Quebec City. There’s a whole lot more to see and do in the city. We walked a lot the one full day we had in Quebec. But it wasn’t all in the city. Oh no indeed. I have much more to show you, but it’s time for sleep tonight.

You’ll have to wait for Quebec Part II. I think you’ll be surprised.

The blue house.

The blue house.


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Ouvert

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Open

Open

Bonjour,

Fall blew through our open Bed & Breakfast window last night. It’s now a chilly 7.77C (46F).

We are leaving Quebec Province this morning. There is much more to this place than just Quebec City, beautiful as that is. Depending on how late we arrive at our next adventure I will post pictures from the city. And later I will find time to show you around other beautiful places here .

Promise.

On the way to Somewhere Else.

On the way to Somewhere Else.


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WordPress Photo Challenge: Grid

Evening in an office building near old town Montreal.

Surrounded by structures built in the 1800s this window stood out one evening.

Surrounded by structures built in the 1800s this window stood out one evening.

You can see many other interpretations at the original post. Or check out a few of my favorites (so far anyway) here, here and here.

And don’t miss this one, it’s a little different!

You have until next Friday to show us the grids near and dear to your heart. I’d love to see what you come up with!

Card catalog at the Parliamentary library in Ottawa Ontario.

Card catalog at the Parliamentary library in Ottawa Ontario.