Built sometime around 1750, Fort Klock, I’m fairly certain, was the oldest building within which I had ever set foot. It’s a magnificent property, lovingly restored over the years by a small handful of dedicated volunteers. During my lunch hour last Wednesday, I accompanied a few other co-workers to volunteer some time working with kids at their annual history camp. Naturally, I taught bull wrestling.
Er, I mean spinning.
The kids were so adorable, dressed in their vintage attire!
We’ve stayed in Michigan through this time in June to celebrate a few events, including my middle daughter’s birthday yesterday, with friends and family. This last week has become kind of a farewell storm of gearing up for the big trip and meet-ups with friends and family. And the last few days have been especially fun.
Thursday eve was graduation. My girls have had the good fortune of attending a wonderful school in northern Michigan with a heavy focus on outdoor education. The educators are like family, and the girls so closely bonded with friends there. I think of the Greenspire School as a junior high where the difficult years are met with support and respect between students and among students and teachers. It was the one thing that held us here until the very last proverbial bell of the semester rang.
Yesterday, my daughter turned 14 right where I turned 14 (I’m suffer from a condition known as extreme sentimentality), on the shores of East Grand Traverse Bay, braving the chilly water to escape the thick June air. I could barely keep my toes in the water, but these kids stayed in the water for upwards of an hour swimming! My little fishies.
The evening prior, a dear friend I’ve known since high school, and the son of my farming
mentor, invited us to his farm for a send-off gathering. Following one of the best potluck dinners ever, we were met by a wall of wind and water in one of the most wicked storms I’ve seen since last August. We took shelter in the old greenhouse, seated on old wooden benches lit by candlelight. There, we told ghost stories and ate pie to pass the evening until the rain subsided enough for us to partake in the cannibal hot-tub. (Chris is now convinced we need one of these).
This cannibal hot-tub is made like an over-sized barrel with a submerged aluminum wood-fired stove. The water was a consistent and comfortable 98 degrees. Whenever we got too warm, we simply laid our heads back and let the cool rain wash over our faces. Lightning flickered in the distance and the low rumble of thunder shuddered over the churning waters of West Bay. I couldn’t have imagined a better send-off than that.
In the next few days, we’ll be loading the trucks, prepping for the long haul, and by Tuesday eve, arriving back home in New York. Having weathered the storm of this past eight months, it is finally time to put down our roots. Home awaits.
July 11th, 2015
10a to 1p – This is a condensed version of our Sheep to Market Series. Join us at the farmhouse to learn about processing wool from off the sheep or alpaca to a finished product. We’ll skirt and wash fiber, demonstrate hand and drum carders, the drop spindle, and a traditional spinning wheel. Bring a snack or light lunch. FREE Please email firstname.lastname@example.org to register.
We are located at 44.811421, -85.656148 or 9510 E. Cherry Bend Road, Traverse City, MI 49684 (though map programs tend to take you just past or before the farm). The farm is located just north of Cherry Bend Farm and south of Strang Road.
July 11th, 10a to 1p – This is a condensed version of our Sheep to Market Series. Join us at the farmhouse to learn about processing wool from off the sheep or alpaca to a finished product. We’ll skirt and wash fiber, demonstrate hand and drum carders, the drop spindle, and a traditional spinning wheel. Bring a snack or light lunch.
FREE Please email email@example.com to register.
Due to bitter cold temperatures and dangerous roads, we have decided to cancel the scion wood collection scheduled for tomorrow. We will reschedule later this month.
Tomorrow marks the start of our era immersion into 1935. During the next two weeks, due to the complexity of balancing a work schedule with our time traveling, we will have some access to internet, though limited. Friends of the farm may write to our physical address, for fun, and we will respond from 1935. Already we’ve received a few penned letters and that has made this a truly fun start to the project.
If you need our physical address, please email the farm at firstname.lastname@example.org and once a day we will check in and respond with our address. We do not check Facebook regularly, so please refrain from leaving timely messages there.
A few times during the immersion, the website will be updated regarding our experience. For now, we say goodnight to the modern era in favor of the flavor, vigor, and bold, innovative spirit of 1935. We’ll see you in time.