+About getting back into processing Alaska photos…
+Super Tuesday–Go EW!
+Trying to decide how panicky we should really be about Covid-19. I can’t help it, I keep wanting to call it Corvid-19. See corvid above. Really sounds like a Michael Crichton thriller.
+Where did February go? If January was 10 months long, February was a week long.
+I barely got anything done in February I wanted to do get done and I’m just now working on the major project I wanted go work on which was go through the pile of papers we had “to file” and figure out what really needed to be shredded and what needs to be filed. And then go through the filing cabinet and shred what is ancient and get re-organized. AND THEN—move everything out of our closets and get a steam cleaner to clean the carpets. We only have carpet in our closets and then in my studio and all of them need to be steam cleaned—something we should have done when we moved in but just didn’t. Oh, we moved in 8 years ago this coming June. Very past due for this to happen.
+I moved more mulch earlier in the month but Chris needs to weed his bed and we can mulch that. We need to clean up the beds around his man-cave building and mulch those and figure out what we wanted to plant there as everything we planted there 7-8 years ago never thrived.
+I’m ready for this mild to warm then swinging to chilly weather to stop so I can just plant my tomatoes and get that going. I’m putting the tomatoes in the ground this weekend whether the weather agrees or not. I’m done waiting.
A couple of years ago my dad left one of his hats at our house for Forest to have. Forest refused to wear it for a long time because it made him sad that Pawpaw wasn’t there. Well, I asked if he wanted to wear it the other day and now he’s very into it!
+I’ve read 18 books so far this year. Yes, that’s right. Most of those are thanks to audiobooks! The secret is to listen to 4-7 hour length books at 1.5 to 1.75 speed—especially the books where people are t-a-l-k-i-n-g s-l-o-w-l-y. Speed those suckers up! Your brain takes a few sentences to catch up and then Bam! you’ve got the flow and can focus. Plus, I’ve been listening at the gym while I work out and that has helped a lot. Naturally since I’ve read so much I’m hitting a wall this week and my desire to read or listen has gone drastically down.
+Favorites so far include: The Last Butterflies by Nick Haddad, The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher, The First Emma by Camille Di Maio (based loosely on true events surrounding the Pearl Brewery in San Antonio), Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, and Cat Tale by Craig Pittman.
+I’ve still been making my monotype prints in the studio but I’m also working on a painting and drawing, albeit slowly. I need to work on cleaning the studio up because Forest made it an epic disaster earlier this month but I haven’t had the energy to deal with it.
+Still working on Forest’s blanket and am super ready for that to be done.
+I made lemon curd with the rest of our lemons!
Watching & Listening:
+Wayyyyy too much. Everything started back up again at the end of January or early February so there is a lot on right now. I finished The Man in the High Castle on Amazon and I do recommend it. But now we’re back to This is Us, Homeland (final season!), Good Girls, Better Call Saul, and Outlander. Oh, and PBS had an adaptation of Jane Austen’s unfinished book Sanditon that I have been enjoying. Considering she barely wrote a quarter or a third of the book, most of the series has been made up by the writers. I’ve enjoyed it for what it was!
+Listening wise, mostly those audiobooks but I have been keeping up with two political podcasts for updates on the primary season, Pod Save America and Pantsuit Politics.
+A couple of camping trips in the next month.
+Maybe getting Forest into swimming lessons or gymnastics soon.
+A possible get together with some friends later in the month.
What’s up with you???
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a Forest Friday here. And seeing as the kid is nearly 5.5 and heading for 6 very quickly, I’ve been reminiscing over his baby and toddler days a lot the last few months. He’s hurtling for the bigger little kid era, ditching the preschool years and tendencies slowly but surely. All of this is good, of course, he’s acting age appropriate, but I’m still a bit wistful for the baby and toddler era in many ways…of course in other ways I’m thankful we’re past those—nursing, diapers, whining without saying what he wants—oh wait, scratch that last one, that still goes on! There’s always something funny coming out of his mouth, usually it is a phrase that isn’t a kid phrase at all, something an adult would say or just a unique way of saying something that will make Chris and I look at each other and smile because he’s so darned cute! And I can’t go and pinch his cheeks nearly as much anymore or heaven forbid smother him in kisses because I get told “Mom, don’t kiss me!” *sigh*
Today he is having his last set of photos done at daycare/preschool which will also include his preschool graduation photos. I know a lot of people roll their eyes at kids graduating from preschool or kindergarten but when you’ve got a kid in it, the transition is real. We’ve been talking a lot about his “big kid school” and trying to get him ready for that in some kind of manner. He’ll be making a completely new set of friends because many of his friends will be going to a different school in a different district. And his very best friend is moving to Tampa soon. Oof, it is hard being a 5 year old!
How close and how far those baby years are now. Impossibly long back then and now a mere blip in time!
On the Sunday of the short weekend in Florida, I went on a hike with Sandra of Florida Hikes and Kate Dolamore, an artist friend in central Florida I’ve gotten to know the last couple of years. I wanted to hike on a section of the Florida Trail that was new to me, a piece in the Bronson State Forest that was in the process of being re-routed when we hiked in 2011. During our hike we had to road walk a large chunk of this section. So, after breakfast with some of the crew from Billy Goat Day at the Townhouse Restaurant, I met up with Sandra at the Joshua Creek Trailhead, so we could hike a section she had recommended for my final day in Florida.
If you are wondering how on earth to pronounce Chuluota, it’s Chew-lee-o-tah. You can get some background information here about the history of the town and the meaning of the name.
I told Kate to meet at the Chuluota Wilderness Trailhead on Curryville Road while I met up with Sandra at the Joshua Creek Trailhead where she would leave her car and I’d shuttle us back to the CWT and meet Kate. Considering it had been 9 years since I had been in this particular area of Florida it took me a few minutes on the drive between trailheads to realize where I was at—the roadwalk Chris and I had done between the Orlando Wetlands Park and Chuluota! You could see faded orange blazes on the poles and memories of that post-rain walk that turned into a beautiful afternoon came back to me.
Kate was already at the trailhead when we arrived and she was scoping out little scenes along a side trail. Kate is known for taking a lot of macro shots of insects and fungi—she moves slow and takes her time poking around! After everyone had their packs situated we took off down the trail through the Chuluota Wilderness.
Having Sandra along for the hike was basically like having your own personal tour guide for the Florida Trail! It was great to hear what she knew about this section but to also hear about other goings on surrounding the FT. At the same time I was also trying to get to know Kate a bit since this is the first time we’d met in person! And actually, this weekend was the first time I’d met Sandra in person as well, and after hiking with both it felt like I’d been friends with them for forever!
We set off down the trail late morning. It had been slightly chilly in the morning but the days were warm, just like the Florida I know in winter! I was thankful I’d brought my hat because the traverse across the rosemary scrub had been quite open and exposed. While it wasn’t a summer sun beating down, the reflection of winter sunlight off the sand was a bit blinding.
Sandra led the way, stopping to get new beta on the trail as we hiked and taking photos along the way. I joked with her about that and well, because she is pretty much the authority on trails in Florida it is pretty much in her bones to always be scouting and get new information to update her website!
The trail then began sloping downward slightly and we entered into a floodplain forest that would eventually lead to the floodplain itself. This scene reminded me of Texas! In Texas this would be dwarf palmetto instead of saw palmetto or cabbage palms mixed with the hardwoods. I thought it was funny that I was stopping and saying that it looked like Texas when typically when I see a scene like this in Texas I say that it looks like Florida!
We left the wetland area for a trail along a fenceline. Checking out the map for this, the line is also the Orange county/Seminole county line and the boundary for the Chuluota Wilderness area. Kate and Sandra were photographing a ground orchid here.
We’d managed to keep our feet dry up until we passed into the main area of Bronson State Forest, the previous floodplain included, due to the nice boardwalk through it. This time we managed to meander our way around the edges of this soggy area that was growing some beautiful moss.
I knew we were getting close to the end of the hike once we crossed Joshua Creek but I wasn’t ready to leave. I had to, though, to make time to pack up and get to the airport in time to return my car and get on my flight home. But I really could have kept on hiking.
We shuttled back to the Chuluota Wilderness Trailhead and got a photo of the three of us together. It was a wonderful hike and a great way to cap off the short weekend. It really made me miss Florida so much more. I’ve officially been out of the state for 10 years now—longer than I lived in it—and most of the time it feels like yesterday and not a decade. Driving back to the airport afterwards, it felt like I could easily just turn off the highway and drive into the ‘burbs to our house and get ready for the work week instead of flying back to Texas.
This is a screen shot of our path via what my Garmin watch tracked. Do check out the trail info here for the hike. If you need a good snippet of what the Florida Trail is like and are in the Orlando metro area, I would recommend this section!
Thanks Sandra for being game to hike with me and guiding us down the trail and thanks to Kate for coming along and meeting a fellow internet nature nerd!
And of course I’ll have another post to follow-up with that includes flora and fungi–I don’t think I took any fauna photos this time around. You know me and my too many photos! So, another post will follow soon!
We kicked off February with a camping trip to Lake Livingston State Park. It is one of our closer camping locations and thus allows for easy access on weekends when we don’t feel like trekking across the state.
In the past we’ve tried to take off work a bit early on Friday to make it a longish weekend at the campsite. We weren’t really able to leave that early this time and so when we arrived it was nearly dark. We would end up setting up the tent in the dark as well as making dinner in the dark. This was something we really couldn’t fathom doing a few years ago with a baby and then toddler, but Forest is now big enough to follow directions and to also hang out by himself while I help Chris with getting things set up. I don’t really enjoy doing the camping set up in the dark but it is nice to know that the option is there for us now! And with the days getting longer it will be less worrisome for awhile.
On Saturday morning we did our typical hike on the boardwalk trail, taking it slow to see what early spring ephemerals might be out. It was rather quiet and still feeling a bit like late winter. Forest found a tiny, not fully formed pinecone here and kept it before he ended up losing it sometime later that weekend.
I was stopped in my tracks by this neon-yellow/green on a tree and had to take a few photos. I thought I had seen something like it before on iNaturalist and turns out it is Candleflame Lichen, Candelaria concolor. You may recognize it in smaller doses—the other photos of it on iNat show it how I’ve seen it in the past with little splotches in pieces of wood or cement, but this entire side of the tree was covered in it.
This log with these strange formations on it stopped me in my tracks. Initially they looked like eggs but I got off the boardwalk and inspected and thought they were fungi. Nope, someone on iNat identified them as a slime mold, Trichia decipiens!
I chose the same site we had the last time we were here based on the wide play area behind the camp site. Forest really enjoyed it this time around (he was a little over 4 last time) and walked on the logs like a balance beam and there was another tree that was leaning over far enough he could ‘climb’ across it. Definitely a play spot for an adventurous 5 year old!
As I mentioned a few posts ago, when I flew into Orlando I went for a hike over at Split Oak Forest WEA. After I made my flight plans a few months ago I knew I wanted to hike somewhere, probably on the Florida trail, and I had thought I’d likely hit up Tosohatchee WMA. But over the last few months I began seeing a lot more press about a potential toll road proposal going through the southern portion of Split Oak Forest.
In late December, Osceola county commissioners ended up approving the toll road plans which was seriously disappointing to hear. Then, late last month a commissioner asked her fellow board members to rescind the vote based on being misled and being filed under a wrong state code. I’m not sure where things are on that currently but Friends of Split Oak Forest are fighting it as much as they can.
I could see evidence of road construction along FL-530/Boggy Creek Road but that appeared to be just a widening of that road. Along the way to the park I did see two sandhill cranes by the side of the road which delighted me. Once I got to the parking lot for the WEA I sat in the shade near the information kiosk and chowed my Publix sub and relished in the wonderful weather. As I was rearranging my luggage from the flight, packing up my backpack and putting my boots on, I noticed an animal wiggling along the ground across the street in the pasture. As I focused in I realized it was a river otter undulating around to a better area to access the creek that bisected the pasture. Score for a second wildlife sighting!
So, the Florida Trail has an unconnected section routed through the park, which is also unfortunate because of the potential road construction. Right now this is not on the main thru-hike path but part of a long proposed re-route that will eventually see that roadwalk dotted area on the eastern corridor around Orlando being shifted west to those conservation lands in the middle. About 20 years ago that dotted line (the eastern one—the one on the bottom left is the western corridor route and I don’t think there are really significant plans for that at the moment) actually went through private property but for some reason the FT was kicked off the land and access hasn’t been renegotiated since. A majority of that roadwalk isn’t horrible and is on a rather quiet road but a portion of it along SR-520 is pretty bad as the area sees very high traffic. Honestly, I don’t know that this will actually ever be completely re-routed. At the glacial pace that trail acquisitions take place it will probably be several decades before it would be finished.
So, in some aspect, I was hiking on the Florida Trail for this hike!
Right off the bat it was clear that spring has arrived to central Florida. Many plants were blooming and the air and light had that sign that things were changing.
There are multiple trails, old road-grades, traversing the property. While there are several main trail routes, you could easily choose your own adventure and head off and explore where you pleased. I dipped down to check out a pond and see what it had to offer and found this ground orchid.
Coastal Plain Staggerbush, Lyonia fruticosa
Back on the main trail I found this stunning lyonia blooming a few feet off the trail. I will admit that a lot of my flora knowledge in Florida was based primarily in south Florida and I’ve gotten exponentially better at taxonomy in the 10 years since I’ve left. I wasn’t familiar with a lot of plants I was seeing—well, I was familiar with them in that I’d noticed them before but I had never gotten around to know them previously.
Hooded Pitcher Plant, Sarracenia minor
As I was planning my hike here, I hopped onto iNaturalist to figure out what I might see. That included several locations of pitcher plants and many of those locations were not obscured. I knew I was close to a patch of them when I had stopped off at the lake so I opened the app and it lead me right to them. It was easy to see because they were also about 20′ off the trail and people were visiting them frequently as a small path had been worn down into the woods to see them. Very cute little plants, if I may anthropomorphize for a minute!
Roundleaf Bluet, Houstonia procumbens
I found these bluets a little further down the trail and knew they were some kind of bluet right off the bat but wasn’t sure what species. Also very cute and I saw them several other times in the next few days.
As I was oogling this gorgeous oak tree I noticed a squirrel bounding off about 50 yards to the west. It stopped and I got a good look at it—it was a Sherman’s fox squirrel! I didn’t have time to get my long lens out and switch before I lost track of it but I was super stoked to have seen one!
I was incredibly disappointed to figure out onnce I got home that I had not managed to find the main Split Oak at the park. I had used this map which had the oak labeled near the intersection of a trail junction. And when I had arrived at that junction there was a small sign saying “Lake Trail” and then under it “Split Oak” pointing down the trail, right towards this smaller split oak. The entire time I was at this oak I thought, well, this isn’t as big as I had imagined or remembered seeing in photos and wow, there’s a lot of young pine around it, but well, I guess this is it??
Nope. So sad. I should have followed Sandra’s directions which as it turns out, the oak is on the Lake Loop and I completely bypassed that loop because my own loop was going to be 4 miles and I had somewhere else to be. And there wasn’t another sign pointing out that the oak was down that lake trail. Argh. Oh well.
By this time I wasn’t in the stop and wandering stage, knowing I really needed to get back to the car so I could stop back at Publix for a few items for the weekend. However, not far from here I did see another Sherman’s fox squirrel which also evaded my ability to get a photo of it!
Late afternoon glow in the Spanish moss…*sigh*.
It was an excellent 4 mile jaunt for the afternoon and really made me miss how much public land access Florida has to offer. And someday I will have to return to actually see the real Split Oak at Split Oak Forest!
View this post on Instagram
The FTthruHIKE community continues to grow. And more and more hikers are thru-hiking every year! If you haven’t considered a winter thru-hike of the Florida National Scenic Trail you should! These people are just one of the reasons! . . #thruhiker #thruhiking #hikertrash #travel #nature #adventure #wanderlust #photooftheday #picoftheday #keepitwild #backpacking #hiking #thruhiking #florida #ftthruhike #floridatrail #nature #sunrise #sunset #hikertrash #adventure #camping #getoutside #florida #floridabackpacking #backpacker #travel #at2020 #pct2020 #cdt2020 #jewelofthetriplecrown
First, I’m going to share the photo from FT ThruHike comparing the group in 2014 versus this year’s group. To recap for those who are reading and utterly confused—in 2011 we thru-hiked the Florida Trail. Only a handful of people were hiking that year and the trail community was pretty quiet except for a couple of people, namely Randy and LuAnn Anderson, aka: Chuck Norris and Tigger on the trail. They were running a shuttle to help hikers along the trail as a method of support, both morally and physically, and started their hike with the main group, again just a handful of people, about a week before us. By the time we reached the Orlando metro area we had caught up to the group and got to meet them at David Miller’s (AWOL) house where the group of thru-hikers had convened for a night or two as they worked on the road walks around Orlando. We ran into the group again when we reached the Lake Mary area of Orlando and after that we separated from the group and continued our hike ahead of the pack. Our friend Speaker had been hiking around that group and we knew him from the Appalachian Trail and he ended up catching up to us, after we passed the group, in Ocala National Forest. We’d heard about a day off to celebrate some guy named Billy Goat but at that point we were ahead of the group by a day or two and weren’t really keen on getting off trail to socialize. Speaker was going to get picked up at the southern entrance to Osceola National Forest which is where we split off for a few days so he went to one of the early Billy Goat Days. And of course, it turns out that Billy Goat is very well known in the hiker community, particularly on the PCT, but we weren’t that entrenched in the hiking world at that time.
Cue years later as the Florida Trail community slowly began growing—really 2014 and 2015 started seeing an increase in thru-hiker awareness and with the help of social media the boost was slowly coming. That small gathering began to form at a park instead, in a more mid-way point where thru-hikers would be getting by the end of January, the Orlando area. I had been watching this gathering grow over the years and especially when I started the podcast I had inklings in the back of my head that I wanted to attend someday. So, this summer when the date got nailed down I looked at plane tickets and knew it would be worth the trek to Florida for a few days to camp, meeting folks, record some interviews, and really just be a part of the trail community when in actuality I’m several states away from the trail. That’s one thing about this podcast that I wanted to be different from some of the other long trail podcasts—I wanted it to be more encompassing than just a thru-hiker podcast. Of course thru-hikers are an integral part of the podcast but so are section hikers, day hikers, trail angels, volunteers, FTA reps, land owners, etc, etc. I wanted to represent the whole picture as best as I could.
It may be Billy Goat Day this year, and maybe one year it will be the Kick Off or an FTA event, of which there are many throughout the year, but the goal is to keep in the actual community as best as I can from afar. I love the FT!
Alright, on to some photos of the celebration!
Sandra Friend, Lotus, Jupiter, Denali – Sandra is the author of all of the FT guidebooks and proprietor of Florida Hikes; I just met Lotus who is hiking with and is the significant other of Jupiter, and Jupiter is known for his FKT of the FT a few years ago as well as an ECT southbound hike at the same time—plus the many Ocean to Lake hikes he’s undertaken; Denali is the first woman southbound FT hiker back in 2015 and also has some extensive trail background.
Grits and Frosty – Grits is a hoot and has hiked the trail 3 times plus mostly the entire trail another 4 or 5 times. He spends part of the year hiking on the FT and AT and the other part at home in southern Georgia. Frosty is also known as Kelly and lives in Crestview, FL, where she is a trail angel. I talked to her and her partner Flattop on episode 8.
Early in the gathering before a lot of the crowd arrived. A few people I can point out here, from the left: The guy in the hat is Larry Boy, I can’t remember the name of the woman he’s talking to but we chatted for a while and she had an extensive hiking background and was planning on hitting the FT right after the party, Nimblewill Nomad in the plaid, the woman looking towards me is Vera Hurst who is a trail angel and very active in ALDHA and AT hostels, and the woman sitting down is Joan Jarvis and is a trail angel in the Orlando area and active in the FTA. We had a brief encounter with Joan on our urban hike through Orlando back in 2011. We were going through a crosswalk on the Cross Seminole Trail and she had pulled up to the stop sign to wait while we crossed. She yelled out the window to ask if we were FT thru-hikers, to which we said yes, and then she asked if we needed anything and said she was sorry she didn’t have any trail magic to give us at that moment. It was a quick moment in time but I have always remembered that. She does a lot for thru-hikers as they come through the area.
Chris aka: Water Bear from the Sunshine State Seekers
Steps, Frosty, and Flattop. Steps and Flattop are currently thru-hiking right now. Flattop had been caring for his ill father for the last few years and he passed away and now Flattop is able to get out on the trail.
Nathan Wright is with the Pinhoti Outdoor Center. He’s talking with Steps and someone I can’t identify here.
Two groups of folks here, the far left: Jim Kern, I think Betty Loomis an FT Trail Angel, Sandra Friend, and not sure on the other man.
The other group is Lotus, Jupiter, and Poet. Poet is the current owner of Shaws Hiker Hostel in Monson, ME and he thru-hiked the FT last year with his family following along in a van.
Trucker Bob, an FT Thru Hike board member, and Chuck aka Duck and Madeline. I first came to know Madeline through a running blog she kept about 10 years ago where she chronicled her runs through Florida wilderness. She’s also an artist and became an elementary art teacher in north Florida. It was really great to finally meet her after all these years! She was on episode 4.
Turtle and Pup (pup is not pictured) and the woman I met but her name is escaping me now. She was very friendly and had hiked the AT and was investing a possible hike of the FT.
Chris Bell and Eleni—Chris is the president of the FT Thru Hike group–formerly Florida Trail Hikers Alliance—and Eleni was the secretary but has resigned due to a pending move out of state. Eleni has become a good friend of mine through the last few years. Episode 14 with Eleni and episode 27 with Chuck, Tigger, and Chris.
Vera and Mosey—Mosey was a sweet lady from somewhere in the southern portion of the state who had section hiked the trail over a few years back in the 2000s. I would have loved to have recorded some audio with her but I don’t think she quite knew what a podcast was and several of the older folks I talked to were more hesitant to share their stories than the younger ones.
I missed this shot and had to snag it from the Sunshine State Seekers—but these three, the third being Josh Johnson with Hike with Heart, were Granite Gear Groundskeepers for the FT last year. The Sunshine State Seekers were chosen as legacy Groundskeepers for 2020 and will be representing them again this year. Episode 16 with Josh and episode 13 with the Sunshine State Seekers.
Eventually I’ll get a podcast episode up of my viewpoint from the weekend as well as other audio I recorded. Overall it was an exhausting and whirlwind event and I was extremely tired when I arrived back in Houston late Sunday evening but I was so glad to have made the trek out there!
Photo from Florida Hikes via Flickr – To find me, look for the dog in the lower left corner, then the guy in the yellow shirt, and then the grey and orange FT Thru-Hike shirt just to the right of that. It was a good crowd!
Wow, what a weekend! I flew into Florida very early on Friday morning, landing at around 10:45am local time, stood in line for my rental car, and then jettisoned myself to the nearest Publix to get lunch. I’d started craving a Publix sub the night before but had been thinking about it for weeks. The particular Publix I found was very busy at the lunch hour with many workers getting their lunches, definitely busier than when I used to get my subs for work and hikes. The secret is out and has been for a while! Next I drove over to Split Oak Forest to eat my lunch and go ambling through the woods there. In the end I made a four mile loop on the northern portion of the tract and had a wonderful afternoon before I hopped on the voluminous toll-roads through Orlando to Lake Mills Park near Chuluota for the weekend’s festivities.
At Lake Mills Park current Florida trail thru-hikers were arriving as were trail angels, volunteers, and other hikers within the FT community. I met up with my friend Eleni who I had gotten to know through social media the last few years and had been the secretary of the Florida Trail Hikers Alliance and set up my tent at her site where she and her significant other Joel were set up as well as a hiker named Grits. Grits, I never got his age, but he is either in his late 70s or early 80s and was a hoot to talk to! He’s hiked the FT many times—a ‘true’ thru 3 times and then most of the trail another 4 or 5 times. He skips some of the longer road walks these days, which I don’t blame him one bit for doing.
After that it was an evening of wandering around the campsites putting names with faces and often times trying to mix together trail names, real names, and screen names all at one time. My goal for the weekend was not just to record some audio for the podcast but to also actually be involved with the community a bit since I don’t live in the state any longer. It has always been a bit tricky thinking about how to do this podcast remotely, moreso than I think other long trail podcasts have to worry about, because it is so hyper-focused into this particular trail. Showing my face, meeting people in person, and making connections was a big point of coming to this event.
I slept well that night in the tent and then the next morning things really started moving once the event began starting. It’s a celebration for Billy Goat but also a time when many hikers actually get to come together throughout the year that may not see each other the entire year otherwise. Other than Billy Goat there were two other well-known people in the hiker community who showed up: Jim Kern, founder of the Florida Trail, and Nimblewill Nomad. That was pretty spectacular! All three are in their 80s. I had talked with Jim on the first episode of the podcast so I went up and introduced myself and reminded him of who I was and we chatted for a few minutes. I asked if he wanted to talk again on the podcast but he declined due to the crowd size and some of the opinions he wanted to share and suggested we try to connect later on this year.
Later, I was able to sit down with Nimblewill Nomad, more known as Sunny these days, and talked to him for nearly 30 minutes. Earlier that morning I had been introduced to him via Sandra Friend and we chatted a little bit with a few other hikers before everyone started arriving. I only met Billy Goat briefly in the middle of the event—he was looking to get some dessert after the main photo so he was a bit distracted. Honestly, everyone was very busy the entire event, talking to new and old friends and it was incredibly hard to even think about pulling anyone away to get a 10 minute snippet of conversation recorded. But, I think I was able to capture enough to put together a few episodes this spring and I made connections to follow up with other hikers later on in the year. There were just so many people doing cool things—some folks doing what we did, making the best out of a few years off and getting out and hiking trails, and other folks who manage to incorporate long trails into their life. Young, old, folks in the middle. A smattering of everyone getting what they can out of life on the trail.
Once everyone got up on Sunday morning many of the thru-hikers were heading back to the trail. Most had been picked up by trail angels and had to get taken back to where they were on the trail, sometimes a few hundred miles south or north of Orlando. Several had timed their hike to arrive into Orlando at the right time so they walked back to the trail or got a ride to the nearest trailhead and kept on going down the trail. I had the rest of the day free until I had to be at the airport around 4:30 so I went to breakfast with Eleni and Joel, Sandra, and a new acquaintance Vera who I know has stories up her sleeve. On my way to the restaurant in Oveido I suddenly became familiar with where I was because I found the sports complex we’d stopped in at to pee after leaving the state forest and then the Mobil station around the corner that we’d had second breakfast at 10 minutes later. Boom, it was the beginning of the walk through the Orlando ‘burbs!
After breakfast Sandra and I shuttled cars to trailheads in nearby Bronson State Forest to do a four mile hike between Chuluota Wilderness and Joshua Creek. My internet friend Kate lives nearby and wanted to join/meet in person so she came along as well. It was another great hike and we had an excellent time traipsing through the trail there. This section was not routed when we thru-hiked and instead it was a road walk at that time. I ended up seeing the faded blazes on the power poles during our time shuttling cars. Ahh, memories.
After all of that I had to get back to the airport and get back to reality in Houston. And here I am, trying to digest the weekend and come back to life here at the same time. I’ll be working on editing photos and getting posts up in the coming weeks (along with Alaska photos!) so stay tuned for more detailed posts. It was a great weekend and like always, Florida felt like home.
Asleep. Then awake.
A few months after Forest was born I opted to get an IUD put in as my method of birth control since I was still nursing and I couldn’t take regular birth control pills. Five years went exceedingly fast—I remember getting the card afterwards that said when to come back and thinking that it was ages into the future. Well, this fall I started trying to get this replacement on the schedule and through a series of poor communication with my midwife’s office it did not happen on the schedule I was hoping. Eventually it all got squared away and soon enough I was in the office to try to get everything switched out.
Except it wasn’t easy. Suffice to say that blindly searching for the string to remove it got nowhere but me into a lot of pain and even using an ultrasound didn’t help because the IUD was embedded and the string had wrapped itself inside my uterus instead of hanging out where it was supposed to. The IUD was just like Forest at his birth, cozy and refusing to come out. That’s how I found myself scheduled for an outpatient hysteroscopy at the hospital a week later.
So I started the great Google search of what was involved and of course proceeded to freak myself out for the next week. Honestly I was more worried about being put under. I’ve only ever had some gas when I had my wisdom teeth out back in like 2001 and then the really horrible epidural experience when I had Forest. And I knew that my mom and brother have had bad experiences with anesthesia so I was just not looking forward to it all.
The procedure would be relatively quick and it would be the recovery from anesthesia that would take the longest and then I’d be able to go home and recuperate for the rest of the day. Unfortunately it was scheduled for 7am and I had to be at the hospital between 5-5:30 am for prep and signing in, etc. This meant I had to drive myself to the hospital and wait for Chris to arrive after he dropped Forest off at daycare at 6:30. And it wasn’t at the close hospital since my midwife had moved offices a few years ago, which meant it was further away. Suffice to say, I found myself killing time in the car at 4:45 am before I went inside to kill more time before I was sent to the outpatient surgery area.
I wasn’t nervous about the removal and replacement process itself, mostly the anesthesia. Between the failed removal appointment and the ‘surgery’ appointment I went down many rabbit holes of “What if I don’t wake up?”, “What if the intubation tube knocks all of my teeth out?”, “What if I choke/aspirate and die because there’s some kind of residual fluid in my stomach?”, what if, what if, what if?!!! There were several nights I’d wake from a deep sleep, realize what was on the agenda later in the week and then spend the rest of the night in a restless tossing and turning and light sleep. I mean, part of me was like, “This is no big deal, I’ve got this!”, and then the other part of me was freaking the f*** out.
After I was taken into the initial room to talk with the nurse and get settled in, I found myself cozy under this space-age looking blanket that had a tube pumping warm air into it. And then more nurses and then the anesthesiologist coming in to talk to me about the procedure again, everyone repeating more of the same questions to make sure everything and everyone was on the same page. Then the nurse tech for the anesthesiologist came in and started adding in his meds to my IV line and we were wheeling down the hall just before 7 am. A few turns and my arm was cold, a fuzzy feeling started coming over and the last main thing I remember hearing was one of the nurses telling the other nurses to remind her not to go to OR 4 because she’d been there all week and we were supposed to go to another OR and she didn’t want to end up at the wrong one. We went to the right OR and I remember looking up at the giant metal lights that weren’t on yet and that was it. The next thing I knew I heard quiet rustling at my feet and two nurses chatting and somehow I focused on a clock above the nurses station and saw it was 7:45ish. Somehow I mumbled over the oxygen mask to ask how long I’d been there to which a nurse replied that I’d been there for about twenty minutes. Whoa!
That was super weird. 45 minutes had disappeared that I had no memory of. It was trippy to think about even without all of the meds I was on and the anesthesia hangover. Then I proceeded to lose control of the next 45 minutes as I drifted in and out of dozes for 10-15 minutes at a time. I’d shut my eyes thinking I was going to rest and the next thing I’d know the clock had changed positions more drastically than I’d anticipated. Somewhere in that time I mentioned I was cramping and they pumped some Demerol into the IV cocktail and then I was moved to another recovery area where they brought Chris in. He had arrived not long before the doctor came out to tell him I was out of the OR and everything had gone well. I was slowly waking up better by then but we were probably in that little recovery area for another 45 minutes. After the nurse removed all of the IVs and other devices that had been attached to me we made our way to the bathroom so I could get dressed and pee—the pee was a stipulation for leaving the hospital. And not long after that a volunteer wheeled me downstairs to the exit and Chris picked me up and we drove home.
I crashed hard for two hours when we got home, barely hearing Chris as he told me he was going to go out and get some lunch. I’d had him stop at Panera on the way home to get me a bagel and I ate the second half of that when I woke up for lunch. Still groggy I attempted another nap in the afternoon but my mind kept focusing on that time loss for some reason so I didn’t sleep as well. I was also a little stir crazy but knew I had to still take it easy so I went outside to call my parents and then water the tomato seedlings that are in the man-cave under lights, germinating for spring. I spent the rest of the day chilling on the couch and watching tv.
The rest of the weekend I moved in and out of feeling myself and then feeling like I had been hit by a truck. Saturday I probably should have laid lower than we did but Jessica, our SIL, had been scheduled to be in town for the night as a layover on her way to a cruise out of Galveston, plus we had to go back and pick up my car at the hospital. Needless to say, by Saturday evening I was wiped and Sunday morning I woke up feeling very zombie-ish. Plus, I was still stuck on that damn time loss. I don’t know why I was hung up on it. I think because even when we sleep, we dream and we know we are dreaming even if we don’t remember them, but this was like nothing. There was nothing there. And I’m sure people who go through much longer surgeries have bigger trips over this. I also in general have feelings about time in general, how it passes, memories, etc—things I can’t exactly put into words here, so I think this hit me a little hard. And then it also triggered some feelings from Forest’s birth that had sat quiet for a long time and decided to rear their ugly heads again.
Hah, so that’s what I’m thinking right now! How’s that for this post? I actually started and stopped this a few times wondering if I could even write about it and obviously this is the sanitized, internet version.
Oh, and then we found out a geocaching acquaintance of ours from Florida died on Friday as well and that really lumped onto the sadness for me.
With the evenings getting longer, slowly, I’m feeling the urge to get back out into the garden again. I did some seed sowing a few weeks ago and moved one load of mulch into the flower beds. More mulch needs to be moved but that will be a few weekends from now when I have some free time once again. It’s been mild once again and the spring ephemerals are beginning to show up. Many began arriving back in December. The smell of the wild alliums as you walk across the grass, the purple-grey of the henbit.
Reading, creating, spending time with Forest in the evening. So, I put my garden podcast on indefinite hiatus at the beginning of the month and I have been feeling so free! It had been taking up too much space in my brain—the planning, the connecting, the social media-ing. Now I’m focusing on just the one podcast, the Florida Trail pod, and that takes up considerably less space in my head for some reason. So, more brain space equals more creative time!
Other random loves: my orchids blooming in the office, Leo snuggling with me in the evenings (like, he expectantly wants me to go sit on the couch and crochet so he can cuddle!), the inklings of spring, re-finding my love of Bookmooch, finding audiobooks I can enjoy, orange Bubly water, the peanut butter balls my mom made at Christmas, OH—going to the gym! I signed up again and it never fails to remind me how much I love lifting weights and going to the gym. I feel so productive on my lunch hour and I’m glad to be going again. I never should have stopped a few years ago. I wandered aimlessly between running, rollerblading, and cardio at home without the ability to make myself focus and the gym always makes me focus.
Far too many books at once. But the one I’m currently loving is Red, White, and Royal Blue after hearing about it from various other reader friends of mine. I put myself on the e-book list back in the summer but I was still quite far down that list so I requested the paper version and had it within the month. And I forsee finishing that tonight or tomorrow after having picked it up on Saturday. Edit: I finished! So good! I turned it back in and picked up Becoming by Michelle Obama again after turning the book I had back in over the weekend knowing I wouldn’t finish before it was due back. I put myself back on the hold list and had another book within a few days. So, gotta finish it. I’m loving it but it isn’t a quick read.
I’ve also been listening to less podcasts and more audiobooks. We’ll see if this trend continues. I’ve been listening to audiobooks while I workout, too, which gives me an extra 40 minutes of listening time during the weekdays. Again, we’ll see how long the audiobook phase lasts. I’m definitely in a must read everything phase at the moment which always comes at the start of a new year.
Forest and I have been frequenting the studio a lot in the last month. He’s been in a creative mood as have I. I first began working on some weekly paintings in a sketchbook but then I had this weird idea to try a monotype print with a piece of plastic I had and I am now officially hooked. So, I make prints and am working on some slower art pieces in the meantime that I’ll work on while we’re over there. I don’t enjoy going to the studio when it is cold because it really absorbs the temperature and the central heating doesn’t really kick in over there very well.
I need to spend an hour or two really cleaning up the mess that Forest makes in there. He has toys he plays with but also his art stuff and he is not a neat kid and half the time when we leave we leave quickly and don’t spend a lot of time cleaning up.
Watching & Listening:
Still crocheting when I can muster up the mood—been out of that for a few days. But I’m in the beginning of Season 3 of The Man in the High Castle on Amazon. It’s a dystopian early 1960s with the Nazis and Japanese winning WWII. I am enjoying it (as much as one can enjoy a dystopian fascist future) but had some qualms that Google verified for me. So, first off the series is based on an actual book written in the early 60s. My problem is that everything that is happening doesn’t seem feasible to happen only 12-15 years after the war. Everything is tied up too neatly in a bow. And even if DC was nuked in the war, I just don’t see everyone rolling over in 10 years (or less time really, because all of these people are marching to the tune of the Reich already) time and being faithful servants to Hitler. Ok, sure he’s done his ethnic cleansing and everyone that’s left is a WASP ready to tow the line…it is just a really hard line to buy. Make it 50 years into the future? A few generations of brainwashing in? Sure. This soon, nope. That said, if you can get passed some of the plausibility of the storyline it is very intriguing and captivating to watch.
Oh, and I saw the Rise of Skywalker over Christmas and it slayed me! I had to binge episodes 4-7 again after that. I never made it back to 1-3 but plan to in the coming months.
Listening—audiobooks, obvs, but a few podcast episodes I’ve enjoyed: Armchair Expert episodes with January Jones, Ronan Farrow, and Keri Russell, and Hiking, Healing and the Highline Film with Plug-it In on The Hike Podcast.
Billy Goat Day – I’m heading to Orlando for the weekend to spend some time with the Florida Trail hiking community to celebrate Billy Goat, a renowned hiker who always comes to Florida in the winter to hike and hang out. We had the chance to meet him on our 2011 hike but decided against it in favor of continuing to hike and we were a bit further ahead of what then was a teeny, tiny bubble of hikers, and of course regretted it because while everyone was enjoying a day off we hiked in cold rain! Anyway, I’ve been wanting to get back to the community since I started the FT pod and this proved to be a good opportunity!
Camping – We finally made camping reservations for spring so I’m glad for that. Hoping we can get another backpacking trip or two in as well.
Stephanie’s Birthday – my friend is having a 40th birthday party later in February and I’m excited to be going to that and hanging out with friends for an evening. I guess, woohoo for middle age??
That’s it in a nutshell—what’s up with you?
Finding a caterpillar chrysalis in the wild can be quite the feat and is something you typically have to be looking for. Even in my own garden, when the monarchs or gulf fritillaries head off to pupate, unless they are front and center and attaching them to our front porch (gulf frits) or on plants nearby the milkweed (monarchs) we typically cannot find the chrysalides. Chris lucked out as he was tying extra ropes from the tent to a nearby tree in preparation for a storm that would hit during our Thanksgiving camping trip that was expected to have high wind—and found a chrysalis on the Hercules’ club (Zanthoxylum clava-herculis) that was conveniently placed next to our tent (or rather, we placed conveniently next to the tree!). Herculues’ club is a larval host plant for the giant swallowtail butterfly and a plant I’ve been trying to find to add to our yard so I can pick caterpillars off our citrus and relocate them there. I looked up and down the tree to see if I could spot more chrysalides but none were found. I can only hope that other campers in that site end up leaving the chrysalis alone!
Definitely a lucky find!