Published on Thursday, July 11 2013 05:02
Wow! Lyons certainly got its taste of what happens when there is a catastrophe. Something new to most of us! The hail last Friday night is said to have ruined about 80% of the roofs in town, nearly 650 homes. At 6 a.m., Saturday morning, the town was full of roofing contractors. The insurance companies have their own repairmen who do the work for the amount the adjuster states, plus your deductible. Then another roofing company comes by “So and so isn’t any good, you should use me.” Now the confusion! Which one do you use? Of course we want the best job done. I guess this is a
Published on Friday, July 05 2013 07:42
The 37th annual Lyons “Good Old Days” are over and seemed to have gone pretty well, except the big hail storm Friday night. A near calamity to many who were caught all of a sudden with big hailstones pounding their heads. One of the carnival men was taken to the hospital, pounded by the hail, using his body to protect kids. Our thanks to you! Over one hundred were crowded together under the tent and were fearful of it blowing away. It has been years since we had so much hail! Following that hail everything was cancelled for Friday, but recovered on Saturday, and all had a great time.Read more: About Town - July 4, 2013
Published on Thursday, July 04 2013 04:49
National Parks are special land areas set aside by the government for all people to enjoy, appreciate and preserve. Over the years, National Parks have grown in number, currently, fifty-seven are found throughout twenty-seven different states, and two more in the U.S Territories of American Samoa and the Virgin Islands.
The Parks span mountains to valleys, desert to seaside, prairies to rainforest. Each has its own identity and focus on the natural world. Each has unique land and water formations, wildlife, plants, mineral resources, land development. Each has its own dataRead more: National Parks = American Treasures
Published on Thursday, July 04 2013 07:51
A Wall Street Journal article recently suggested a vacation to Chautauqua that can take you back to the 1899 era. What is Chautauqua (pronounced shuh-TOK-wa)? Two Methodist men started the “Chautauqua Movement” in 1874 when they searched for a summer school location for religion teachers. They called program the Chautauqua Lake Sunday School Assembly. They discovered a great location in southwestern New York State along the shores of Chautauqua Lake northeast of Jamestown.Read more: Experience A Chautauqua Vacation
Published on Friday, June 28 2013 10:20
Amazing, I was lucky to have seen daredevil Nik Wallenda walk across the Grand Canyon on a two-inch wide cable on the Discovery Channel Sunday evening. He walked a quarter of a mile, 1500 feet above the Grand Canyon, holding a long a balancing rod. It took him twenty-two minutes, and kneeled twice to get the “rhythm out of the rope.” He was murmuring prayersRead more: About Town - June 27, 2013
Published on Thursday, July 04 2013 04:54
Editor’s Note: Lyons resident Kelly Yelverton recently graduated from college in Washington state. To celebrate her accomplishment, she and a friend have decided to paddle their sea kayaks on a 1200-mile journey through the Inside Passage to Alaska. She will be sending written updates and photos of her adventure throughout the summer.
Paddling is all about rhythm. After twenty-four days Brooke and I had settled into a pretty steady rhythm not only on the water, but off it as well. Our daily routine goes something like this: lower the food from the bear-hanging site, coffee, breakfast, listen to the weather forecast on the VHF radio, double-check the tides, clean dishes, break down camp, load the boats, paddle, snack, paddle, lunch, paddle, find camp, unload boats, set up camp, dinner, go over charts and tides, clean dishes, hang food at least one hundred meters from the tent, sleep.
Seems monotonous written out like that, but each step requires a surprising amount of thought and work. Take packing boats for example. Each of our kayaks is basically a self-sufficient little survival vessel. My boat, a Cetus LV, is 531 cm long but only 54 cm at its widest. Loading all the gear, water, and food I need for over a weeklong period is similar to a game of three-dimensional Tetris. “Skinny Red” as we’ve come to call her has a total volume of 292lts. Subtract the space my hundred and thirty-pound body takes up and I’m left with three hatches and some deck space. From bow to stern I pack the following: in the front hatch I stuff the hammock, packable pillow, XtraTuf boots, clothes, sleeping bag, and camp shoes. In the day hatch I keep four liters of water, cutting board, nesting pots, repair kit, first aid kit, radio, and toiletry bag. In the stern there are two fuel bottles, tent poles and stakes (tied together because the stake bag, if packed solo, takes an eight foot arm to retrieve!), sleeping pad, camp stove, dehydrated food, tent, and guidebooks. In front of my feet in the cockpit I keep the lunch bag and another six to eight liters of water, and on the deck I have charts, a spare paddle, throw bag, bilge pump, SPOT device, and ditch bag (filled with survival essentials in the event I get separated from my boat). If not packed in order and just right, my gear either won’t fit or it will cause Skinny Red to float at an angle and drag me in one direction all day; not a pleasant thing to deal with I quickly discovered.
While much of our time out here is certainly rhythmic and repetitive, I think many of our days are routinely flexible as well. We don’t always get to decide what time we want to be on the water, where we’d like to camp, or when we get to sleep. While the tides, weather, wind, and critters keep us in a constant state of adjustment, they are also the reason we are here in the first place. Several days ago we had planned on a shorter “rest day” of only eight miles. When we pulled up to the beach at which we had planned on camping, we found it already occupied by a large black bear! So, our eight-mile day quickly turned into a twenty-three mile paddle into the wind, but I couldn’t help but think how incredible it was to encounter wildlife like that. The night before reaching Port Hardy, we camped on a pleasant-looking shell beach. Wiped from another twenty-plus mile day, we fell asleep without checking the tides. When I awoke at 1 a.m., to the strangest sensation of my feet floating, I realized our mistake. Unzipping the tent I found the tide lapping at our door and the full moon shining down on the whole scene. Brooke and I couldn’t help but laugh at ourselves as we sloshed around barefoot, hauling the tent to higher ground and retrieving stray shoes and dry bags. When my headlamp flickered off I cursed at first, then looked down to discover glittering green bioluminescence lighting up my steps.
So yes, paddling is about rhythm. Moving forward requires thousands of dips of the paddle blade. The 325 miles from San Juan Island to the northern end of Vancouver Island, however, have revealed that longer journeys like this are ripe with lessons about being flexible, aware of your surroundings, and appreciative of all kinds of beauty. Black bears, bald eagles, and snow-capped mountains flanked by the ocean have all given us pause and a sense of awe, but a broken headlamp can also lead to unexpected moments of wonder and realization that we are a part of something immensely larger than ourselves.
Sent from somewhere north of Portland. To read more posts about this amazing journey and see photos, you can log visit the website http://www.paddlethepassage.com.
Published on Thursday, June 27 2013 08:46
How appropriate that an art show titled “The Holy Grail” would be presented in The Stone Cup. Lyons artist Sally King (of the bear sculptures seen throughout town) will be the featured artist at The Stone Cup & Kitchen beginning July 1, and running through September.Read more: The Holy Grail At The Cup