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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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Winter Walks

February 13, 2012

Hey Folks. I’m back from a three week hiatus with stories I’m excited to share. I spent almost 2 weeks in Florida and then started a new job in Maine when I returned. So, things have a been a little crazy lately, but ave certainly been fun. Since returning from Florida, other than being at the office, I’ve taken two weekend courses at the Maine Primitive Skills School and had the opportunity to take several late night walks around the Camp Medomak property.

Working at an office is much different from the “woods office” that I’ve been accustomed the past few years. I’m learning the power of environment and how the environment that we choose to put ourselves in shapes who we are in many, often subtle, ways. Noticing this, I’ve been coming back to camp after being in the office all day and doing a “detox” walk, where I walk around the forests and fields at night.

When I get back from my walks I take a few minutes to journal my experiences. I’ve found journaling helpful in keeping my experiences real. The best example of this I can think of is keeping a dream journal. Have you ever woke up from a intense dream and within several minutes can’t remember what it was about? We’ll, I journal my experiences in the woods for a similar reason. Here’s one of my recent journal entries.

One of my favorite parts about living in New England is the distinctness of each season. It is winter now and even though it has been a mild one, the spirit of winter has settled deep over Medomak Camp. For me, winter is a time of reflection, envisioning, and contemplation. Spring lay far below, coiled up like a cobra ready to strike. And fall is a distant memory, almost like a nearly forgotten dream. I spend a lot of my time sitting, dreaming about the upcoming seasons. What projects to undertake once the snows melt and where to devote my energy in this exciting new year.

Then I step outside, and my thoughts are engulfed in the cold silence on this clear Maine night in the family camp field. The nights are always colder without the blanket of clouds to insulate the earth. The moon is young and the stars are brilliant. I attempt to ponder the awesomeness of the night sky, but soon my mind surrenders in amazement. It wanders to thoughts of the sun. I jump between curiousity and amazement as I begin the calculations. How many Jupiters can fit inside the moon? How many Earths can fit inside Jupiter? I try to remember 7th grade science class, but the numbers become irrelevant. The hugeness is too big to fit in my head. Each of those tiny sparkly dots in the sky is similar to a sun, I think to myself. WOW.

My wandering continues across the field and into the woods. Crunch, crunch, crunch with every step. The temperatures have fluctuated above and below freezing the past 2 days, and now the melting snow from this afternoon has solidifyed into a very crunchy and crumbly sub straight. I take a few steps, then stop and listen for sounds, hoping that the animals are having the same difficulty keeping quiet as I am.

I contemplate what the deer are doing on this cold night. Perhaps they are bedding down beneath the insulating branches of a hemlock tree. I reach my bare hand down into the cold, icy snow to feel the deer tracks beneath my feet. I can feel their two toe imprints solidified in ice on the track floor. I know they like this area, behind the lone cabin next to the entrance to the swim trail. I’ve followed their tracks from the waterfront to the cabin many times. The fox use the same trail everyday. The turkeys use it also, but less frequently.

My hand moves from track to track. I wish I knew more about the deer in this area. I begin to fantasize about spending a week in the woods, following the deer from a distance they fell safe. How many days would it take for them to let me get close to them? I picture myself foraging fir tips, cattail roots, and other wild plants from a distance and stuffing my clothes with beech leaves for most of my bedding insulation. I want to watch their daily routines and how they move accross the landscape. I want to see their reactions to the bird alarms in the distance and where they hide when they hear the coyotes coming.

Recently I’ve been having many daydreams similar to this one. I guess thats part of winter for me and a release from being cooped up inside all day. Anyone else out there feeling the cabin fever beginning to set in? These are the hardest times of the year. Get outside! Breathe in the cold air, observe the night sky, follow a trail of animal tracks. Let your curiosity run rampant. And then come back and share your story with a friend or a loved one. Try it and see what happens.

I’ll be posting again soon. I was tracking the Medomak fox this weekend and found its den site. Pictures are on the way! Thanks for reading.

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Posted by: Mike
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An Experiment in Slab Pizza

January 19, 2012

Micucci’s makes the best pizza in Portland.

I enjoyed Flatbread quite a bit before I made the move to Portland and I still do.  Brick oven pizza with some pretty quality toppings, cooked hot and fast.  The atmosphere at the Portland Flatbread is also pretty unique and cozy.  It gets my vote for the best place in Portland to go out and eat a pie (or share one if you aren’t as gluttonous as me).  Not as good as Micucci’s.

Even though it is good I haven’t really heard to many people talk about Flatbread.  The pizza I hear the most about in Portland is Otto’s.  I have tried a couple of their slices and was pretty happy.  I really liked their crust and they offer interesting combinations that you won’t find in most pizza places.  It is a really good crispy crust pizza.  Still not as good as Micucci’s.

Micucci’s pizza is about as plain as you can get.  Crust, a simple sauce, cheese, and a bit of dried herbs sprinkled on but I have never met a pizza that surprised me as much as this one.  The dough is like a pillow, ridiculously soft and chewy.  The sauce is surprisingly sweet which can be a little weird but it’s just enough to get your attention and it’s perfect on this pizza.  They sell it separately as well.  Crushed tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, and cane sugar.  That’s it.  They don’t skimp on the cheese and the whole things is a little too gooey to pick up and eat.

This is not the kind of pizza I usually go for and they don’t offer any variety.  The whole setup is a little weird.  The pizza can be found in the back room of Micucci’s Grocery.  There is a shelf which blocks the kitchen from the *dining area*.  If you are lucky that shelf has a slab of pizza on it.  If there aren’t any there is usually a paper plate with a time scribbled on it estimating how long you have to wait for the next batch.

*Two tables and seat-less bar against the wall.

After you eat, head to the grocery store register and let them know what you owe them for.  This place would be extremely sketchy if their pizza wasn’t amazing.

 

So…next time you are in Portland around lunch time and wanting some pizza head to this place…

…and look left.  That is actually the building across the parking lot from Micucci’s but it looked cool so I took a picture.

 

For anyone interested I did try to recreate the pizza with mixed results.  I ended up with a pizza I enjoyed but not one I would ever crave.

The dough was pretty close with only a couple minor things I would tweak next time.  I couldn’t get the sauce right though.  If/when I try again I will just make it from scratch and hopefully get the cleaner flavor I was missing.

Dough:

  •  4 1/2 c Bread Flour
  • 16 oz Water
  • 1 Package Active Dry Yeast
  • 2 tsp Salt
  • 1/2 c Olive Oil

Throw it in a bowl.  Let it double in size then punch it down and let it double again.  For me this involved putting it in an oven with a bowl of steaming water on the rack below it.

Almost every time I think of writing or saying "dough" I think of Homer Simpson. I think I was exposed to too much TV as a child. D'oh!

While you are waiting you can work on your puzzle, hang out with friends, or do whatever else people do when they aren't puzzling.

The Sauce That I Don’t Recommend Replicating Since It Wasn’t Anything Special and You Might As Well Use Whatever You Like:

  • 28 oz Crushed Tomatoes
  • 3 Large Garlic Cloves (minced)
  • 2 Tb Olive Oil
  • 3 Big Pinches of Salt
  • 3 Big Pinches of Sugar

Sauteed the garlic with the olive oil then just tossed it all together before throwing it on the pizza. (obviously not all of it since that’s quite a bit of sauce)

So simple yet so wrong...

I used a 9×13 sheet to bake the pizza on and the dough ended up being a bit much for that space so I removed about 1/4 of it.  After the sauce I layered on 1/4 lb of mozzarella and a 1/4 lb of provolone then sprinkled with a bit if oregano.  Baked it at 425 degrees.

The pizza came out looking pretty good and having a pretty similar feel to Micucci’s.  I was pretty happy with the dough but would definitely cut back to at least 2 oz of olive oil next time. The sauce needed some work but shouldn’t be too hard to improve.  The cheese wasn’t as salty or flavorful as Micucci’s and so I think I would either salt the top next time or just use better cheese.

So, Micucci’s is still king and for better or worse I will have to travel over there again when I get the itch.

Often I see things that remind me of Emma.

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Posted by: Andrew
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