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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
And mid-May’s eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunts of flies on summer eves.
-Ode to a Nightingale, by John Keats
Greetings,
It has been quite a week since I wrote you last. We have been working on the canoe every day, clinching the 2,800 nails that hold it together, and oiling and varnishing it. The nails glint, looking like little stars in the hull of our boat, as Melody remarked. The workshop door is kept open now to let the air in and the smell of varnish out. The canoe is coming along well, all in all. To prepare for the journey ahead we have also been making sauerkraut, butchering several quarters of venison, and scraping hides for our moccasins.

As we continued canoe building the fair weather persisted, with only a smattering of rain and some wind. We varnished it and let it dry for a day and then finally put the canvas on; Rollin showed us how to stretch the canvas over the frame with an instrument called a bear claw and then tack it to the planking under the outside gunwale. The next step was to treat the canvas with filler to make it waterproof. While the canoe was taking shape we took turns practicing canoeing. Lily has given us a basic understanding of the strokes, how to portage (carry) a canoe, and how to take care of the boats. For some people this has been a review and they have been able to help those who are not as experienced learn about canoeing. Martin, who is a prolific white water canoeist, has shared his knowledge and entertained us with stories about paddling. In our spare time (which is not available in great quantities) everyone worked on tasks for their Big Jobs. Ari has been reading dense articles about hydrology and consulting Melissa Dyer, an expert who works here at Northwoods about the watershed around where we will be in the next few weeks. He is hoping to do a reach assessment either on the Nulheegan or the on the Connecticut. Oliver has been steadily sewing the liners for our pack baskets. Paul has been preparing the tools we will need for our remaining projects. And of course the navigators, Yarrow and Mistral, have been working non-stop on an expedition plan.

In the midst of our work we have had opportunities to visit other people and do a service project here and there. We visited Butterworks Farm on the 14th, a nearby farm that sells various dairy products as well as some corn and beans and grain. Jack Lazor talked to us and gave us a tour. They built their house and original barn in the 1970’s and kept adding on land and buildings as they grew from a small homestead to what is now a one hundred-fifty acre farm with many cows and a good business with the local co-ops and stores. We were shown the grain silo, the bean sorting room, the windmill that helps power the farm, the yogurt making rooms, and a number of fascinating old-fashioned machines Jack hopes to fix up and use (like a 1950’s oat roller). The group helped pick rocks out of one of the fields and was rewarded with several containers of maple yogurt—it was delicious. We spent another day at Northwoods doing a service project. We hauled brush so that it could be put through a wood chipper, pruned trees that years later will be used for lumber (to keep them from having so many knots), and removed rocks from a driveway. We were glad to be able to do something for the people who have hosted us so graciously for a month. The next trip we took was to Sterling College on the 16th. We sat in on a Fiber Arts class and a Nature Writing class and toured the campus. They have quite a few resources for their students. We also ate two very good (and local) meals in the cafeteria and gave a presentation, complete with a lovely slideshow Erica made.

All the best,
Anna Soltys Morse
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