Big Sis—Little Sis

After a few days, Zoe has finally started to warm up to me and Chris. She’s in love with Samson. She also loves Leo, but Leo has whacked her a couple of times and though his claws are trimmed, it scares her, yet she still keeps loving him and trying to get close.

We finally let the dogs start getting closer to the cats. We thought it would be more of a cat fight in the house with the other two cats already living here, but it appears it was the dogs that were the problem. Samson wandered the whole house today and Leo came out if the dogs were outside. All four cats seem to be getting along and Leo and Red touched noses. I think things will slowly come together if we can just keep the dogs from chasing the cats.

Like I said, Zoe loves Samson. She pets him and kisses him and he’s a good distraction when a meltdown is coming on.

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Zoe is pretty much a little kid already. Her vocabulary is getting bigger and she’ll say a word not quite perfect but you understand it after a few seconds thinking about it.

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She’s pretty much a stinker.

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And she passes out in the weirdest places.

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We went up to the NICU yesterday so we could meet Ashleigh. You have to spend three minutes scrubbing your hands and arms and then only two people at a time are allowed back in the room so my brother took Chris and I separately back to the room. You think you can grasp how small she is in a photo, but you can’t. She is tiny. Her diaper reminds me of the dolly diapers you get at the toy store.

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The nurse was nice enough to open the incubator for a minute so I could get some better photos of her. She opened her eyes a bit for me. Who knows what she can and cannot see; her eyes are still developing. She’s still covered in little hairs all over her body.

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She even yawned for me! She had been gaining weight but has lost a few ounces in the past couple of days but I think she’s on the upswing again for gaining weight. I’ll go again next week to see her.

Chris and I did a video of our gear but YouTube is slow to upload. Also we have started doing some training hikes. Today we did about 4.5 miles at a nearby lake that had some good hills and rocks, but we ran into a deep water crossing since the lake is high and we decided to turn around. Tomorrow we’ll take our packs and try an 8 mile round trip hike. Then we’re heading over to his side in Dallas for the weekend. We’re also hoping to get a Tex-Mex fix very, very soon.

Le Sigh

We finally made it to DFW today around 5pm. The perfect time for traffic. We had smooth sailing the entire trip until we hit Dallas rush hour and then a few key places near my parents house in Tarrant county.

I have to be honest, it was hard to leave Florida. When we passed Pensacola and into Alabama I felt very sad. Through Alabama and Mississippi, where we stayed last night, I felt lost. It subsided a little once we entered the western part of Louisiana and then, finally, east Texas. But, it feels weird being back home.

It’s home, but not home. A limbo state. And there is snow on the ground and it’s cold. In Ft. Lauderdale it will probably be 70 or so. Bummer.

The cats survived the car ride and we ended up not letting them out until we got to the hotel and then to my parents house. The hotel was ok for them but the house here is not good for them. My parents have two Boston terriers that just want to play and chase and the cats are not into that. I think they will come around with the other cats, but they are scared of the dogs. Which is a little odd because they lived with a big pit bull for a year and a half, but Baloo didn’t chase them.

Hopefully in a few days they will calm down and be normal again and the dogs will get some discipline and learn not to mess with the cats.

Tomorrow we have to take care of chores: insurance, phone, a trip to REI and some plants we brought with us that have to go into my brother’s greenhouse.

Did I forget to mention that it is cold? I don’t have much winter clothes.

I have gotten to see Zoe, but she doesn’t like me too much. She doesn’t remember me and all she wants is Mimi, my mom. It’s Mimi, Mimi, Mimi all around here. With a smidge of Paw Paw. (Or Pa Pa?) Oh, boy, what a handful she is! Tomorrow we’ll get to see Ashleigh.

More tomorrow. I need to take some photos. Chris saw some roadrunners today. I missed them.

Almost the Last Day

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So, last night Chris summed it up pretty simply while talking to his mom on the phone. We’re unemployed and almost homeless. I’ll add on to that: We’re unemployed, almost homeless, practically without health insurance and all by choice.

Yesterday was our last day of work. I actually did some work in the morning but the afternoon was a wrap up of goodbyes and being a bit sad. The ride home from work was in a slight daze, me trying to remember to look at the scenes and take it in before I wouldn’t see them again. I was kicking myself for not taking some photos of the cleared out culverts on US 41 because the pond apples there are very cool looking right now without their leaves.

And then, I was home and it was over. These past four weeks after I gave my notice I kept wondering if we were doing the right thing. I knew we were, but we were making good money in professional jobs and you know, the economy sucks right now. But we both talked about it and multiple people kept telling us that we couldn’t wait forever for anything to be perfect. The economy could take years to recover and by then it would be too late for us to go on this adventure. So, it is what it is. We have a cushion of money for the next 7 months and hopefully it will support us well enough and we will have to be frugal for awhile.

Today we are finishing up the packing, cleaning up the house and I know we’re going to be exhausted. Tomorrow we’re having breakfast with Kathy and Randy and wrapping things up at the house and taking off to Orlando to stay with some friends. Then Monday we’ll drive half way to Texas and Tuesday afternoon we’ll be in Texas. Hopefully the 1′ of snow that fell there will be gone!

I haven’t gotten to my Florida post yet, but I will do that next week. I have a list of places every person should visit once in Florida. I’ve got a post scheduled for tomorrow and might or might not write one on the road on Monday night.

If not, I’ll “see” you all in Texas.

The Countdown Begins

Now that it is officially the last week of work, the countdown towards Sunday has begun.

On Saturday our POD got delivered. We ended up going with a POD instead of a U-Haul or similar because of the ease of which loading the container seemed to be. The cost was a bit more but we felt like it would be worth it not to have to shuttle everything across states and load and unload it countless times. Now we can load the POD up when we want and take our time throughout the week. It is about 1/4 full at the moment and more work will be done every evening this week.

As for work, I’m trying to focus and keep finishing a few projects, but it is getting difficult. Next week I won’t think anything of it because I will have my hands full trying to visit with family and friends and then plan out our mail drops for the trail. And somehow fitting in hiking and working out for the trail in the midst of it all.

I was thinking of doing an ‘ask me anything about the Trail’ post, so if you have a question about the trip, ask it here. If you want to know what sleeping bags we’re using—ask away. If you want to know if I’ll see bear—ask it here. I’ll write it up and answer it in a few days.

I know I said my trail name is going to be Ridley, but Chris told me right after I posted that post that he was going to be Panther. Ridley is for Kemp’s ridley sea turtles, my favorite, and Panther—well, Chris has seen six panthers in the past few years and so I think he started liking them a lot.

We’re packing and working every night this week. We still have things to get rid of; bookshelves, day bed, futon and other items. One thing I’ve learned about listing things on Craigslist and Freecycle is that people are very flaky. I had two different people come look at a bookcase and didn’t like it and get emails from people and then they back out after several conversations back and forth. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with the left over furniture, I guess put it out at the curb and hope someone takes it.

Wednesday night we’re getting together with some of our friends down here in SoFlo and having dinner. I’m glad to see them all again before we go. I’m trying very hard not to think about Baloo. I miss him already.

The Last Trip to Fakahatchee Strand

This week will be full of ‘last’ trips. Every time I go somewhere or drive somewhere I wonder if it will be the last time I’ll drive by it. When we left Fakahatchee yesterday I was reading a magazine and when I looked up and realized it’d be the last time for awhile I said goodbye while watching the evening sun glisten across the fields.

I wanted to go for one last trip there but my idea was to go see some variegated Guzmania monostachia. Instead Chris and his hiking friend Rich wanted to go to a very distant population of Cranichis muscosa, the moss loving orchid. It was lost for a century when another population was found elsewhere in the Strand. Chris and a group went down to this population about three years ago and let me tell you—it is in the boonies. The tram we took used to be clear-ish apparently, but not this time around. We waded through ferns up to our shoulders and ducked under, over and around Brazilian pepper bushes. Two + miles of that. And the water was still fairly high out there for this time of year, not to mention cold!

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These are the little plants. They grow on floating logs in the water or in cypress knees in some areas.

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This is my favorite shot. I used the reverse lens technique on my 18-55mm lens.

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The flowers are very tiny; the whole plant is not but a few inches tall. They are very non-descript if you walked by them in their non-blooming state.

We didn’t see any animals other than a cottonmouth that swam in this area that Chris is at in the photo. It came out of nowhere, but I heard it splash and saw it go over the log and off into the woods. Very creepy! Oh, and a smaller cottonmouth, very tiny baby that wasn’t going to move because it was too cold. But other than that, only bear scat and nothing else!

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Brazilian pepper is one of the worst plants in the world. Ok, in Florida. I’m sure in Brazil it is lauded as beautiful and awesome. But, not here. However, I was eyeing a seed pod on a strap leaf fern and thought that it looked pretty cool.

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And so I thought this might be the only nice way I would enjoy a Brazilian pepper.

When we left we caught Mike Owen and Karen Relish and a few other Fakahatchee explorers in the park office. It was good to chat with them since it would be the last time to see them in awhile. There was another person there who took a group photo of us but I don’t remember his name, but I do know his friend read my blog at one point. If you are reading this—send me an email! I’d love to have a copy of that photo!

So, goodbye Fakahatchee Strand Preserve State Park. I’ll miss you…but not your mosquitoes. 😉

The Last Ghost Orchid Trip

It was bittersweet taking our last ghost orchid trip to Little Slough. When Chris found our slough in 2007 (you’ll have to scroll down to May because I didn’t link titles back then) we’d been searching for ghost orchids for several years. We’d tromped all around Fakahatchee Strand looking for various plants and just exploring, not really knowing any different orchids.

When we found this orchid, Campylocentrum pachyrrhizum after a geocaching camping event, we were super excited because we thought it was a ghost orchid. Only, it wasn’t. Close—but no cigar. Sadly, this orchid isn’t even there anymore, it was taken by someone right off the tree. Bummer.

We looked for years and then we ended up knowing someone who’d been to a place and he tried to give us a description of where it was and finally Chris went out there in late April 2007 to try to find it. I stayed home because I had a cold, but when he called me to say he’d found what he thought was several hundred ghost orchid, I was excited! Later, when we got the coordinates from our friend for the original area, we discovered that we’d found a completely new and undiscovered batch of ghost orchids.

We spent that summer documenting the orchids and ended up counting 607 individuals. More or less. Now, probably less, as several have died. We would be tying ribbon on the trees and we’d see, one, two, three–no, wait, seven or eight on a tree. It was insane. That was a pretty awesome and interesting summer.

The next summer we spent several nights out video taping to see if we could get the pollinator of the ghost orchid on video. We ended up being successful. It was pretty insane sitting in the dark with the bugs and having a huge moth buzz your ear. And then we got it on tape—even more awesome!

So, on our trip out last Sunday we were a bit worried for our babies. The freezes we had a few weeks ago were severe enough to knock back mangroves down in the Naples area. It was really bad in the central part of the state. Luckily, they survived for the most part.

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Two old spikes from last year.

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I will miss visiting them.

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A new spike is already forming on this ghost—to the left.

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This is one that is on the way out.

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We’ve entrusted the slough to our friends Kathy and Randy and a very small handful of others who know the location.

Goodbye Little Slough! We’ll be coming to visit in a few years.

Mushroom-y Thoughts

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One area I’d like to improve upon is my identification of mushrooms. Right now it is nil. Nada. Nothing.

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They are such intricate creatures, fungi. These are beautiful; the white and brown are such a beautiful combination.

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Find a good piece of rotting material, wood, animal, excrement, whatever—and up grows a mushroom. Sometimes over night.

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I’ve been struggling lately with the idea of leaving Florida. I do have a Florida post brewing in my head, but my problem is mostly because it was here in Florida that I really learned to see nature around me. I learned the ecosystems and started learning to identify plants and animals and took a deep appreciation to it all.

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One of my bff’s Michelle is great at putting things back into perspective. To her, I’ve conquered Florida. I’d disagree—there’s a lot I haven’t done here. But, what I took from it was that there is beautiful things to explore everywhere. Tiny mushrooms exist in Texas. Ghost orchids don’t, but I shall have to find something else rare and exotic. Kemp’s ridley sea turtles might suffice. So, today I sat down and refreshed myself on the eco zones of Texas.

I don’t know how it is in other states, but Texas history and geography is very important in the school education system. Or at least it was when I grew up. I mean, Texas was it’s own country…! We take things seriously. But, instead the Everglades, sandhill regions, and the hardwood hammocks of Florida, I will learn about the post oak belt, the cross-timbers, the piney woods and the Edwards plateau.

And it looks awesome.

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