Sunday, July 14, 2013

My Park Story

The National Mall, Washington DC
- cared for by the National Park Service
The National Parks Conservation Association, which is the voice of the parks, has set up a new web page to gather personal stories about the parks.

You can contribute yours at: myparkstory.org

Turn your special moments into virtual postcards to share with others and with legislators, to let them know that these memories matter. These places matter. These are the Treasures On Your Doorstep!

Artist's Palette, Death Valley National Park, California
 - incomparable and irreplaceable

Friday, May 24, 2013

Over his shoulder

Looking after my grandchildren today I encountered a behavior that I've seen before, and it set me wondering.

Dodger, the oldest, 10years old, asked after lunch if he could have his computer time. He's allowed and hour a day. He'd done everything asked of him during the morning, and had eaten a good lunch, so I said yes.

Sailor, 7, came and told me he was going to watch Dodger play video games. I said: "Sure, just ask him first."

"Oh" said Sailor: "We always watch."

And, sure enough, within minutes Dodger was playing a Star Wars game and his younger brother was watching over his shoulder. They exchanged a comment now and then, but mostly Sailor let Dodger get on with the game uninterrupted unless he was cheering or applauding a good move.

Big brother plays while little one watches over his shoulder.
 It can go on for hours!
I first encountered this behavior years ago with my nephews: the older one played, the younger one watched, and I've seen it in other families too. At first I thought it unfair - I thought the older one was hogging the computer and relegating the younger sibling to a passive role. However, over the years, I've seen the younger ones step up and begin playing independently and I've realized that watching over shoulders is a way of learning, and in today's world, it seems to be a stage that every child journeys happily through.

There are many styles of learning. Teachers, Circle Dance facilitators and Park Rangers understand this and the best ones try to cater to all styles: people who learn by instruction, demonstration, experimentation; people who learn with words, numbers, music, singing - the list is long. "Over the shoulder" is a new learning style for me. I wonder if it can be effectively used in schools?

Children are familiar with this technique, they're doing it at home, so perhaps younger ones could, one or two at a time, watch over the shoulder of an older child doing some activity that, though they might not fully grasp immediately, they would gradually come into. It seems to me that all sorts of knowledge and skills could be taught this way.

Teachers too, could invite students to watch over their shoulder as they complete a task. This is different from demonstrating, it's more akin to the way that Tai Chi is traditionally taught in China - no words or instruction, you simply follow along, making mistakes with no comment or condemnation until you get it right.

It could be called "learning by stealth". And I welcome the addition of a new method to my repertoire.


Friday, May 17, 2013

My Book Finally Available in Paperback!

Rejoice with me! It's arrived!

After years of toil, my book "Treasures On Your Doorstep, the other national parks of the USA". has arrived; with a little help from my friends - you know who you are!

Here are the links.

Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/3861485

E-book: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?rh=n%3A133140011%2Ck%3Atreasures+on+your+doorstep&keywords=treasures+on+your+doorstep&ie=UTF8

Hmm - that's a clumsy link!

This book emerged from my own experiences in National Park properties throughout the country - it's not a guide to the 400+ units, but rather a light-hearted (with a serious purpose) introduction to the whole idea of these varied places, what they are and what they can mean to you.

Please take a look - it's a fun book with great illustrations by Melanie Gillman and Jessica Valin - and it will make an excellent gift for almost every adult (in the USA - maybe beyond, too) that you know!

If you like it, please post a review to Amazon - that helps it get known.

Please Tweet, post to  Facebook and otherwise spread the word about Treasures On Your Doorstep

Thank you!!! Julia



My Book Finally Available in Paperback!

Rejoice with me! it's arrived!

After years of toil, my book "Treasures On Your Doorstep, the other national parks of the USA". has arrived; with a little help from my friends - you know who you are!

Here are the links.

Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/3861485

E-book: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?rh=n%3A133140011%2Ck%3Atreasures+on+your+doorstep&keywords=treasures+on+your+doorstep&ie=UTF8

Hmm - that's a clumsy link!

This book emerged from my own experiences in National Park properties throughout the country - it's not a guide to the 400+ units, but rather a light-hearted (with a serious purpose) introduction to the whole idea of these varied places, what they are and what they can mean to you.

Please take a look - it's a fun book with great illustrations by Melanie Gillman and Jessica Valin - and it will make an excellent gift for almost every adult (in the USA - maybe beyond, too) that you know!

If you like it, please post a review to Amazon - that helps it get known.

Please Tweet, post to  Facebook and otherwise spread the word about Treasures On Your Doorstep

Thank you!!! Julia



Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Something Better

I’ve heard it said than in making a prayer of request for something, it’s a good idea to add at the end: “Or something better”. Now, that might be a bit greedy, so perhaps “Or something else equally good” would be more reasonable.


Awesome boulders like these abound
 in Joshua Tree National Park!
Whichever way it goes, this idea brings to mind my many experiences of not finding what I set out to look for, and instead finding something unexpected which is appropriate and soul-satisfying.

I frequently don’t find what I think I’m looking for.

It happened again today. After careful research I set out finally to find the arrastra at Pinto Wye. Those terms might need explanation. “Pinto Wye” is easy enough: it’s a Y-shaped road junction at the northern edge of the Pinto Basin, which lies in the south of Joshua Tree National Park and is where people used to live along the banks of a wide and shallow river 10,000 years ago.

An “arrastra” dates from much more recent history: it’s a mechanical device for crushing ore. Yes, the ore that contained the so-precious gold. This arrastra consists of a circular stone floor and a crushing device designed to rotate around a pole set at the center of the circle – or so I’m told. I still don’t know for sure, as will become apparent.

It was a cold and windy January day. I wore jeans, thick socks, hiking boots, an undershirt, a tee-shirt, a fleece and my nice blue wind-proof jacket. I’ve had that jacket since the early 1990s. It was a sample provided to the electricity company I worked for in England. They were looking for new fabrics to use for their outdoor workers and for some reason the buyer gave me one of the sample jackets. He said it was made of "son of Gortex". It’s light and weatherproof and definitely durable, although it was challenged today by the famous catclaw acacia of the desert, the “wait a minute” bush.

I also wore my nice leather National Park issue gloves and a woolly hat I’d knitted myself. I hoisted on my fancy new back pack and shut the car door. Then I re-opened the car door to add the nice grey fleece scarf I bought in the thrift store last week.

Thus equipped I set out on the three-quarter mile hike to find the arrastra.

I walked up the wash, between the rocks and continued on for about half a mile. “It should be around here somewhere” I thought. No arrastra.  I walked another quarter mile.  No arrastra. I walked on.

Now, you have to understand that walking stimulates my mental faculties. Once I start swinging along, well trudging along  - it was uphill in a sandy wash – my mind gets busy and time evaporates. I’d planned out two complete science lessons for my home-schooled grandsons before I stopped again and thought: “I must have missed it”. But then, I’m always thinking that I’ve missed something and subsequently discovering that I haven’t gone far enough. So I continued on.

I enjoyed the terrain: the wash, after narrowing through towering rocks, opened out into a wide sandy swathe punctuated by desert scrub and paddle cactus. It narrowed again and rocks appeared underfoot. I scaled a nearby slope to look for arrastras but, seeing none, descended and continued up the wash. An hour elapsed. Still no arrastra.

By this time I really was thinking I had missed it, when I spotted a tailing pile. That’s a pile of rubble extruded from the mouth of a mine. Joshua Tree is riddled with mines, so one rapidly learns to distinguish tailing piles from the natural rock formations. Clambering up to peer at the filled-in shaft behind the pile I thought: “Well, if there’s a mine, there may be an arrastra nearby; I’ll just go a bit further.”

The mine overlooked a flat and wide part of the wash, a good arrastra site, but it soon narrowed yet again into a rocky channel clogged with bushes.

As I negotiated my umpteenth catclaw I looked up and knew that I’d reached my destination, a totally unexpected destination. A ten-foot tall granite boulder dominated the center of the wash and on the upper portion of its peach-colored face, incised by nature or human hand, I know not, was a long and winding snake.
It took my breath away.

Dominating the wash . . . .

The snake is a story-teller, you know, a potent symbol of the power of history, narrative and imagination. This was indeed a sacred place.
 
And much better than an arrastra.
 
Blessed be!