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Exploring Nature with Children at Medomak

January 2, 2012

Happy New Year everyone! New Years is a time when we can reflect upon the past year. I tip my hat to the many lessons I learned in 2011, the people that I met, and the places I got to see. During 2011, I worked as the Nature counselor at Medomak Family Camp. And since this is a time for reflecting I would like to share my favorite experience working out-of-doors with children in 2011.

It was my first week at the family camp and I had been discouraged the first day with the way my lessons were going with the children. I had been teaching children outdoor skills for 2 years at this point and during those 2 years I had learned many lessons and really begun to crave the fulfillment of being an outdoors instructor. I’d grown to love the feeling of being with a group of kids and barely having a lesson plan. We go off into the woods and 75% of the day is improvisation. I end up surfing a razor’s edge. One side being the boring, exhausted public school teacher approach: with a rigid curriculum and a “have to do this at this time and that at that time and fit all this into one class session” attitude. The other side is the person who has no control over his group of children. They are running all around with no discipline, no boundaries. Children may injure themselves this way, get into trouble, and learn very little.

The way that I’ve been taught to run children programs from my mentors at the Maine Primitive Skills School is to be guided by intuition during the program to read the energy of the group and point them in the correct direction to maximize their learning. This is done by putting them into situations that are challenging, yet fun. Done correctly, this style of mentoring coupled with wilderness skills leads to adult human being who are self-actualized, passionate about their life, and able to maximize their own unique gifts. Is there anything more a parent can hope for their child?

So, getting back to the story. My first week at the camp so far was not going as I had hoped. No one was having fun. I wasn’t having fun, the kids weren’t having fun. I saw myself forcing lessons about ecology and biology onto them and got frustrated when they would rather kick a soccer ball around. When I brought them into the woods they complained of mosquitoes biting them. And on our way back to the field we ended up running into poison ivy patch after poison ivy patch, then we got stuck in a raspberry thicket. Things weren’t going well. By the time we made it to the nature cabin, my group of 4 children looked as though they had spent the last 4 days lost in the woods without food or water. Such was their body language, facial expressions, and their attitudes.

But then it all started to change. It started by letting go of any hope to continue with what I had planned to teach that day. When we got into the cabin I was immediately bombarded with questions about the stuff I had strew out around the cabin during staff training the week before. Inside the nature cabin was a nature museum! And what 11 year old boy can resist asking questions about a turtle shell laying about on the desk!

I made a nature museum inside the cabin knowing full well that children would ask me questions about it. I knew excitement would gather in them as they realized that the white thing on the table was really the skull of a wild animal! “What kind of animal?”, was the question asked to me. “Well, what kind of teeth does it have, do you think this animal eats meat?” was my response. And as I had hoped, the whole group transformed into detectives, searching and dissecting clues of the skull. I surfed the wave of answering each question with a question, pushing their curiosity deeper and deeper.
After about 15 minutes or so of questioning and allowing them to discover the different parts of the museum, their curiosity started to slow. The attention span of most children is not long. The shift was subtle, but I knew I had to do something fast, or they would be back in the field kicking at a soccer ball. This is where teaching is so much fun for me. I notice the group needed a change and for a short time I had no idea what was going to come next! The tension was building inside of me as I was racking my brain for activities while telling them a story about the deer skull on the table. Just barely holding their attention, I glanced over at the empty jars on the table. Got it! The group needs a change in environment, we need to go back outside. I asked the kids if they wanted to go exploring for stuff to add to the nature museum and handed each of them an empty jar. Then we spent the next hour crawling on our hands and knees through the fields and the woods looking for “cool stuff”. We were all rummaging through the grasses, breaking open logs, lifting up rocks. The children became engaged and we had a blast! We found salamanders, butterflies, shiny rocks, beautiful flowers. We even found a fox den! When the lunch bell rang each of the children went running to their parents and sibling excited to show them what they had found. There was no doubt in my mind that the children learned about biology and ecology that day just by being immersed with nature and having fun!

So as I look back on 2011, I do so with a smile at experiences like this one and look forward to more in 2012.

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Posted by: Mike
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Favorite Camp Site and Night Navigation

March 28, 2012

Hey folks, I have been extremely busy prepparing taxes for a firm who hired me back in February. April 15 is around the corner, and I will be relieved when it arrives. I’m chomping at the bit to get going on so many awesome projects, but for now I’m spending a lot of time in an office.

I got back to the yellow house last night and needed a detox. Sitting in cubicle land and staring into a computer all day certainly takes its toll on me. So when I got home I quickly changed and headed out for a walk. As I walked I began to feel so thankful for the land that I currently live on. Even know Rockland is a very small city (actually fellow New Jersians would certainly not qualify it as a city at all), there is still a hum and a hustle bustle that goes along with city life.

Now alone in the woods behind family camp field I could feel the quietness sinking in. Cold weather moved in with the heavy winds over the past day. Last week it was summer, in the 80′s, now back to winter. I was glad I dressed approprietly: long johns under my thin wool pants, a warm wool sweater beneath my wool hunting jacket, light gloves , and winter wool hat. Thats one of the things I love about Maine, especially spring and fall. The weather keeps me aware of my environment, it is constantly changing. “Its maine, if ya don’t like tha weatha, just wait fifteen minutes”, a local general store cashier said to me this afternoon in his thick down east accent.

I revisted one of my favorite places on the property. An old campsite located somewhere between the current Family Camp fire circle and the pond. The area is flat, I’m sure it has made a lovely tent site in the past.  How I long to hear stories of happenings here from campers many years ago! The site over looks the water from atop a small ridge and allows a perfect view of the sun setting through the pines and behind the pond. A brilliant orange filled the western sky. I sat and watched and let the thoughts and stresses of the day wash off of me. Nature has a way of washing me in this way.

When darkness was full, I decided to light a small fire, mostly looking for an excuse to stay. I gathered some small sticks and made a tiny fire, just enough to give me some company and warm my fingers which were getting cold. The smell of the campfire brought my back in time to memories of past camping trips. I smiled and laughed and sung the memories into a improvised song.

The sun had been down for atleast an hour when I decided to start the walk back. I took extreme care in putting out the fire and making sure it was FULLY out by running my fingers through it thoroughly several times over. Then I set off on my next mission: Follow the trail back to Family Camp Field.

I knew this wouldn’t be easy. The trail meandors often, is rarely ever used, and blends in well with the young trees that make up large chunks of this part of the forest. Before I left the site I gave one last mention of thanks in my heart for this area and took a bearing on my situation. It was late, I was alone, and the temperature was hovering just below freezing. Thinking ahead, I devised a plan in case I did loose the trail. The moon was opposite the pond of me, I need to keep the moon at my back, casting my shadow forward in front of me. Also I need to head uphill. So continue to climb in elevation. I KNEW if I followed these two rules, I would easily get to a familiar place.  Within 100 I lost the trail, but made it to the field just fine.

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Posted by: Mike
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Fox Den, Roosting Turkeys, and other stories from a morning walk.

February 27, 2012

Hey All. The winter has been mild lately, so I was excited to see snow falling when I went to bed last night. Today is Saturday and since I have the day off I was excited to sleep in and catch up on some sleep from a busy week. But this attitude quickly dissolved when a dream woke me up at 5 and  I saw there was a few inches of snow on the ground. Without hesitation I put on my boots and jacket, and armed with only a camera, a knife, and a curious mind I set out on an adventure not knowing what I would find and not having a place to be or a time to be there. I long for this type of freedom again, and I know it is only 2 months away. I hate being chased by the clock in an office all day. (More on this in the next blog “3 Ways to Intergrate Primtive Skills into an Office Job”) But today this was not the case.  I was free to explore!

The first few rays of light were barely over the horizon when I entered Family Camp field and found my first tracks. They were hard to see when I looked right at them, so I had to keep my eyes soft and occasionally use my fingers to verify I was still on track. At this point I walked slowly and fluidly, attempting not to startle or alert any surrounding wildlife. With the light levels so low, I knew it was only noise discipline I needed to worry about, with my silhouette masked by the dark fir trees.  Still dark, I took a seat outside the fox den and began to wait.

As I sat, the stress of my week began to detox from my mind. Events that stressed me out during the week were allowed to be looked at in a new light. There is something about sitting quietly in nature that does this for me. After being cooped up in an office all week I began to feel thankful to be outside. That the day was still so young and there was 3 inches of fresh powdered snow to track in was a bonus. I began to think about my family home in Jersey and my community here in Maine. I am so thankful to have the support and foundation that these people bring to my life. I offered thanks next to the earth, amazed at how so much life can be supported on this big ball of dirt and rock. And finally I let my awareness flow to the wild animals of the forest, who tweak my curiosity daily through their tracks, their songs, and their dens sites, motivating me to get my butt outta bed at 5 am hoping merely to catch a glimpse of one of these wild creatures.

The creaking sounds made by the wind moving through the frozen and frosted ever green boughs brought me back to reality and I realized Grandfather sun had fully risen. Still no fox, oh well, there was exploring to do! I got up and headed down towards the pond waterfront and passed an old shelter campers had made during a nature program a few summers back.

A classic small tepee design of the north east, where large slabs of birch bark is used as shingles. This shelter has seen better days, but I thought it looked cool frosted with snow.

 

After hearing a flock of chickadees in the distance, I tried my luck at calling them in with a “chh chh chh”. Sometimes they’ll come right into the tree I’m siting under, looking to fight off the imaginary other flock attempting to enter their territory. No luck today though. I continued to walk and was constantly reminded how much I love being in the Maine woods with snow draped over the firs and pines. The quietness is almost eerie and the electric glow makes it mysterious.

I walked passed many tracks left by various rodents, mostly red squirrel, who love these softwood forests. One chattered at my presence as I walked on by, following a fresh trail left a few hours earlier by the red fox. The trail was long and straight, characteristic of this species, and headed past the pond and into a forest made up primarily of medium aged white pines. I noticed more and more turkey tracks as I walked until I stumbled upon what will now be know as “Turkey Highway”. Take a look for yourself!

With so many wild turkey tracks around I should have put together that this may have been a roosting site, but I didn’t. Not until turkeys started flying out of trees one by one.  I think I was just as startled as the first one to fly off, but after that it became fun to watch. Four flew out of that forest in total and I bet there were even more who saw/heard me coming and preemptively bailed.

Well, so many stories to tell and adventures to share. I’ll have to leave out the one about the cat tracks that I had mistaken for skunk (sure glad it wasn’t the other way around)  leading one way into an abandoned trailer and scared me half to death when I poked my head in and it came running out past me. Or the part about the bird party that was happening across the street at the bird feeders. Blue Jays, Crows, Chickadees, Nuthatches, Cedar Waxwings, Hairy Woodpeckers, Piliated Woodpeckers, and a random seagull all gathered to grab a free meal at this time of year when food is hardest to find. Oh, and how could I forget, the Robins! At least a dozen of them, the first robins I’ve seen since fall.  Here’s a final shot of the continued turkey highway passing on the waterfront road, within 15 yards of Route 105/220, cool, huh?

There are mostly all turkey, with a set of fox tracks earlier in the night crossing the road in the same place.I couldn't figure out why this was the preferred crossing area.

 

 

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