
Kroka Expeditions New Hampshire - Vermont Semester 2009
Updates and News
Volume 6
2/27/2009
Update February 27, 2009
Salutations from layover number two!
I am sitting by the fire in the Maple Yurt at On the Loose, where
we arrived yesterday, the 26th of February. The last leg passed quickly
despite the many events that took place. First I would like to thank
Mary Stewart, a storyteller who came and worked with us at Farm and
Wilderness. She told us stories and then prompted us to tell stories
of our own. Unfortunately, she came after I had finished the update,
so she didn’t make it into the last one.
We started out from Farm and Wilderness on Friday, February 13th at
about 11:30 in the morning. We cleaned all morning then ate a quick
lunch and skied away, back across Woodward Reservoir and winding back
up what had been four kilometers of downhill, but no longer…
We had to make it to Blueberry Hill Ski Resort by the 17th to meet
back up with Chris Knapp on the 18th. Chris would be leading the group
for the next month. We had 76 kilometers to make in four days. That,
folks, is an average of 19 kilometers a day, however, since we only
did 8 kilometers on the first day and there were a few navigational
errors that resulted in more kilometers traveled, we ended up having
one 25-kilometer day and one 30 kilometer day. Needless to say, these
were fast paced and intense days when we did not get a lot of time
for much other than eating skiing and sleeping. The one exception
to this trend was on the 16th, when we met with Larry the Logger,
a 72-year-old woodsman of French Canadian descent with a wealth of
knowledge to share with us about

Larry, the logger sharing his wisdom the forest.
We met him courtesy of the Vermont Folk Life Center. He has been
logging the area since the age of 13, and his relationship with the
land and the trees runs deeply. He walked among the trees with us,
pointing out the stumps of trees he had cut a couple of years ago,
telling us about how he keeps the forest healthy by cutting close
to the ground and limiting the number of trees he takes in one cutting.
His teaching was very much appreciated and we enjoyed meeting him
very much.
After leaving Larry we pushed 7 more kilometers to Blueberry Hill
for our first “live over” of the leg.
The weather the next day made perfect snow for igloo building. This
we did as our final project with Misha, as he was leaving the next
day. That night as we sat in the tent listening to Misha read “Never
Cry Wolf” aloud, whose’s head popped in through the tent
flap, but our friend Chris! We were all slightly bewildered for a
moment, and it didn’t help our bewilderment when he said that
he had picked up a deer and he needed help transporting it from his
car to the camp. He had picked it up off the side of the road as he
was driving down I91 to meet us.

Lauren on top of our igloo
The next day we visited the van and trailer and Misha handed over
the torch to Chris. We butchered the deer and found that it was all
very high quality, edible meat. We would have fresh venison for the
rest of the leg. We also sent some back to base camp for Misha’s
family. Brian LaPierre, an Abenaki man, hiked out to meet us at our
live over camp to tell stories and sing songs traditional to the Abenaki
culture. He spent a very windy night with us and left in the morning,
as we were packing up for our first moving day with Chris. We only
skied 9 kilometers, stopping in the middle for a social gathering
with some trees, greeting them and getting to know them: poplar, sugar
maple birch, then bedded down for another two day live over.
In the morning we followed Chris up into the woods where he demonstrated
how to make a bough lean-to. This would be the beginning of our work
on bush skills. We divided up into pairs and headed out into the woods
to find suitable places for our shelters. When we had found our spots
we returned to camp for lunch. Then, with full stomachs, and backpacks
packed with sleeping pads, our stuff sacks, a meal to be cooked and
assorted cooking utensils, we ventured back into the bush. Each pair
of us made our own shelter: a lean-to with bough roof and floor, fire
pit and heat-reflector walls made of punky deadwood. We cut and carried
in long poles for firewood, then made our fires and settled in for
the night. Just us and our fires and our frying pans of pasta and
cheese, prepared to do battle with eight hours of darkness and cold.
And it worked! We all returned in the morning alive and well fed,
a little sleep deprived and clothes a little charred in places, but
all smiling with our varyingly blackened faces.

Miron and Daniela in their shelter
Dear Fire
By Ari Brouwer
You wait quietly for me in the dark
You harbor the flame
But always wait for me to ignite the spark
Your representation of what I’m feeling is always right on
the mark
I love your sense of my story
You are the beautiful goddess
In the myths of ancient history
Yet you hold secrets from your friends
The darkest things that do exist in me.
I suck up your warmth and soak up your shelter
But on the verge of ultimate coziness
You go crazy, your eyes blaze bright and your mind goes helter skelter
On me and my companion’s root ball wall
Something we got to work on because you
Get destructive when you get too tall.
And then you break down and cry sizzling
Embers that fall, fine honey, I’ll sleep in the bag tonight
I don’t mind at all
But when you want me to rejoin you don’t hesitate to call.
We spent the afternoon on a ski sans backpacks around the woods
to check out each other’s shelters and meet some more trees.
Among them were ironwood, beech and ash. Back at our campsite we took
baths and did chores.

Winter romance on the Catamount Trail
For the next four days we traveled toward On the Loose. On the 24th
some of us climbed Mt. Abraham, a 4000-foot mountain in Lincoln, Vermont.
And no, everybody, the name is not a coincidence. Although we did
not get to climb the entire mountain to the top, ski the ridge and
go down on the Sugarbush downhill ski trails on the other side as
we had intended, we did get most of the way up and got to look out
on some beautiful views of the mountains on a gorgeous day. Then we
high-tailed it back down the mountain and along the trails that the
other part of our group had taken, and arrived at the campsite long
after dark.
We arrived at On the Loose yesterday to take showers, settle in and
start our layover tasks: patching, repairing, writing and doing “big
job” work. Rain and wind greeted us today, reminding us how
lucky we have been weather-wise on this journey. The rain pattering
on the roof of our yurt, the wind blowing through the trees and the
distant thrumming of the wind turbines creates the constant background
to the day. The fire burns low, and since I am supposed to be tending
it, I stop writing, flip the laptop closed, and frantically try to
rejuvenate the dying coals…
For the Vermont Semester, this is Nelly Detra, the scribe.
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