Day 25: Squire Boone Caverns (Mauckport, IN) and Rising Park (Lancaster, OH)

“We’re only human”
Such a funny statement. So many of us struggle to attain near-perfection. We want to be the best at what we do, have the greatest impact, and show that we are above the animal that we once were. Being human means we feel the need to try harder than any other creature. Like we have some sort of hierarchical need to take care of everyone, and everything, around us. We view ourselves as superior, the keepers of the planet. So why is it that when we make mistakes we make that claim: “We’re only human”.
The society we have today, the way we view ourselves as the superior animal, isn’t something that you can define. Our ideals of this being is fluid, and we often make mistakes in the past. It is a lack of knowledge, or sometimes simple ignorance, that causes us to make these mistakes. We can often find mistakes we have made in nature, causing a ripple effect that will take a millenia to still in the waters of our environment. Today I experienced two examples of these, and also a prime of example of what makes us humans so superior. It isn’t because of what we are- it is because we are constantly evolving at a rate much faster than any other member of the animal kingdom.

The view from the sandstone bluffs of Rising Park. June 2, 2011

This morning my friend decided to take me to Rising Park in Lancaster, Ohio before I continued my journey westward. The park was the gift of a self-made successful business man, Philip Rising, and his wife when they donated the land to the city in 1908. It contains the sandstone bluffs, known as Mount Pleasant today, but known as Standing Stone by early natives. The park contains a lake, many picnic shelters, and a nice hiking trail that leads to the top of the sandstone bluff, which affords a great view of the entire city and the lands of Ohio beyond.

A human-numb deer in Rising Park of Lancaster, OH. June 2, 2011

While hiking there a deer walked out in front of us, barely 20 feet away, clearly unafraid of humans. While this land, prior to the park’s development, had probably been a place of wilderness, today people and animals have meshed together a little too closely. It is unfortunate that animals in such situations become so dangerously used to people at the cost of our development. The park is beautiful and was meant to give us a closer view of nature, but you can never experience nature when you pave the walkways and put down solid stone benches. In changing the landscape for the average person to experience the outdoors you create a world that is a sort of hybrid- a place where deer don’t run and sandstone cliffs are marred from railings.

One of the Benches chisled of rock for Rising Park in Lancaster, OH. June 2, 2011

This isn’t to say that the park isn’t beneficial: It offers a great place for people to get outdoors and enjoy some healthy activities. It is just an example of how humans as a population can change the world so easily. We have made ourselves the architects of the earth, and we have remodeled the world to fit our needs.

A picnic shelter in Rising Park in Lancaster, OH. June 2, 2011

One of the prime examples of unintentional human tampering with nature exists in commercial caves. In the early times of cave tourism we did things unthinkable today: We touched, we broke, we threw coins in pools of water. These are the more obvious calamities, something that we quickly realized was detrimental as we watched the cave slowly lose it’s grandeur. Some of the less obvious effect we have on commercial caves: Loss of humidity due to artificial openings, moss and mold growth due to artificial lights, and a raise in the temperature simply by touring the caverns.
Squire Boone Caverns is a prime example of how humanity has evolved, from a time where the cave was slowly being destroyed to a time where the cave is starting to restore itself. We have evolved our role on the earth to a conscious effort to not only halt the impact we have, but reverse it. It is remarkable to see changes take place in an area that takes geologic time to develop.
Located in near Maukport, IN, Squire Boone Caverns is a beautiful cave on land that was once owned by Daniel Boone’s brother, Squire. It was discovered when they were hiding from indians in the late 1700’s, and Squire Boone still rests within the caverns after his death in 1815. The property also contains a grist mill and many shops selling handmade products such as soaps, baked goods and candles.

Squire Boone Caverns. June 2, 2011

Squire Boone caverns is blessed with a caver as a maintenance man, and he has prided himself in the last 8 years with restoring the cave to it’s original glory. He has installed humidity lock doors, has rewired all the lighting so that it is turned off after each tour goes through, and makes a concentrated effort to remove all moss and other bacteria that have been introduced into the cave as a result of careless tourism.

The largest growing rimstone dams, in Squire Boone Cavers, Indiana. June 2, 2011

Although we should, as humans, feel the need to care and restore all natural gems of the underworld, Squire Boone Caverns contains a particularly beautiful cave deposit that is well worth our attention in protecting. It contains the largest, still growing rimstone dam in the country. The speleothem deveopment is fairly advanced, and many of them that show past stress from loss of humidity (and thus loss of deposition) are showing a renewed water flow that should, over hundereds of years, begin the cave’s sculpture building again.
Humanity is an idea that has constantly been evolving. We once viewed ourselves as the owners of the Earth, and it was our job to conquer and dominate everything it had to offer. Luckily, the gift of being human is also to acknowledge mistakes. Many of us are beginning to realize our skills are better used to be caretakers of the Earth, here to reduce the impact that other, less educated members of our society provide.
We have all made mistakes, but the part that makes us who we are is the fact that we can recognize those and correct them in the future. We may have almost destroyed some things, and fully destroyed others, but we can fix that. After all, “We’re only human”.

The lake at Rising Park in Lancaster, OH. June 2, 2011
Squire Boone Caverns June 2, 2011
Squire Boone Caverns in Indiana. June 2, 2011. Some "squiggly" flowstone.
Squire Boone Caverns in Indiana. June 2, 2011
The spiral staircase leading down the artificial hole drilled for tourism in Squire Boone Caverns. Today it is also a humidity lock area. June 2, 2011
Deposits in Squire Boone Caverns, Indiana, June 2, 2011

Day 24: Columbus, Ohio-The Zoo, Ohio State & The Big Bang Piano Bar

“A Drinking Town With a Sports Problem”
This is the description offered to me by my friend of the hometown of Ohio State University. When many people think of destinations for travel, the midwestern states, including Ohio, just doesn’t top many minds- but the state is full of things to do and places to see. Ohio may not be a vacation spot, but the locals are loyal to their homestate to a fault. You won’t find a more enthusiatic sports fan than that of the Buckeyes.

One of the gorillas at the Columbus Zoo. June 1, 2011

The first stop in Columbus was the Columbus Zoo, a well-acclaimed zoo known across the country for its accomplishments. It is home to Colo, the world’s first gorilla born in captivity. The zoo’s residents are varied and numerous, and I even saw a few animals I had never heard of before, including the Okapi. A relative of the giraffe, the Okapi looks like a zebra mated with a horse that mated with a giraffe that inherited big ears from a rabbit ancester. Seriously weird, but cool, animals. We observed a mob of kangaroos, and decided it was time to get out of there before they pulled their guns on us. Time to head to Ohio State University.

An Okapi at the Columbus Zoo. June 1, 2011

Ohio State university is the school of my friend, and is not an option on my grad school list. It is well worth visiting, though, as the reputation of Buckeye sports penetrates the entire country. Successful in almost every sport, this school bleeds team colors. We were lucky and someone had left the gate to the football stadium open, and we wandered down next to the same path the players use every home game to make their entrance to the field. A visit to mirror lake on campus was a must- a place where the students ritually jump into the water, regardless of the weather, before a game against their rivals for good luck.

Inside Ohio State Stadium. June 1, 2011
Mirror Lake on Ohio State Campus. June 1, 2011

At the end of the night we headed down to the arena district, to enjoy the musical talents of the Big Bang. The artists at the Big Bang are excellent, able to play songs at the request of the audience without music sheets. You can check them out on The Big Bang’s website, and locate a bar near you. They play requests and are the type of starving musicians that need tips- don’t forget to tip your pianist!

Big Bang piano Bar in Columbus, Ohio. June 1, 2011

Ohio has something to teach everyone about loyalty. From the state nickname to the name of the gorilla born in 1956, Ohio believes in itself and what it has to offer to the world. It is a true example of what self confidence can do for a person, or even a team, because they have been successful many times over. Loyalty, through thick and thin, pay off in the long run. Make like Ohio, find what you believe in, and NEVER let go.

A big cat at the Columbus Zoo. June 1, 2011
Penguins at the Columbus Zoo. June 1, 2011
A tropical fish at the Columbus Zoo. June 1, 2011

 

Flamingo at the Columbus OH Zoo. June 1, 2011
The ducks of Ohio State's Mirror Lake
The Ohio State Stadium. June 1, 2011

Day 23: Coral Caverns & Shawnee State Park, Pennsylvania

Tucked away in rural Pennsylvania sits a small cave waiting to be explored, off the beaten path  in the bank of the small mountains of Manns Choice, PA. The cavern is a bit difficult to find and is a fairly small opertion, but what you will find in the cave is a geologist’s candy. It is probably hinted at in the name of the cave, Coral Caverns, but what you will find inside are clear examples of a stromatolite coral reef from the days of the Devonian.

Stromatolite in Coral Caverns, Manns Choice PA, May 31, 2011

Coral Caverns is a privately owned cave. Small and quaint, what it lacks in the generic souvenir and touristy type shop it makes up for with an enthusastic cave owner who shows the cave with pride. Coral Caverns has been in operatiohn since 1932, a small cave discovered by accident when a quarry found the opening in 1928. The limestone is vertically bedded here, and the inside of the cave has some very well preserved stromatoporoid reefs, along with a moderate display of speleothems.

Coral Caverns May 31, 2011

The visitor center has several interpretative displays that can help teach about fossils and other cave life, especially helpful for kids who are thirsting for knowledge. The caverns are open on the weekends for the public to tour, so try to plan accordingly, although if you are organizing a group I am sure a quick call to the owner could arrange a tour time that is conveinent.

Coral Caverns, Manns Choice, PA May 31, 2011

Very near the cave is a wonderful state park that has camping amenities, Shawnee State Park . The campgrounds are large and beautiful, offering access to a large lake where you can canoe, fish or swim. The views are beautiful, as you can gaze across the lake towards the appalachian mountains in the distance.

Shawnee State Park Pennsylvania May 31, 2011

I could go on and on about how beautiful Coral Caverns was, or about the scenery of Shawnee State Park, but I think this is one of those times where the pictures should do the talking. Enjoy!

Coral Caverns in Manns Choice, PA. May 31, 2011
Coral Caverns in Manns Choice, PA. May 31, 2011
Looking up in a Coral Caverns Chimney in PA. May 31, 2011
Coral caverns May31, 2011
Hey geology buffs, can you determine tops? Pen for scale. Coral Caverns, May 31, 2011
The lanterns lining the entrance of Coral Caverns in Manns Choice, PA. May 31, 2011
Looking up in Coral Caverns. PA, May 31, 2011
The baby robin, newly hatched, in front of Coral Caverns. May 31, 2011
Shawnee State Park, Pennsylvania. You can rent boats for the lake. May 31,2011
Shawnee State Park Pennsylvania. May 31, 2011

Day 22: Niagara Falls, Ontario

Blue. It’s a color that many of us love. To those who know me, it is almost more of an obsession. How many of you have heard me make remarks about that beautiful shade of cerulean blue? Or watch me eat my blue M&Ms last so that I can enjoy looking at them the longest? Are you one of the dozens of people who have remarked to me how often I wear the color?
The color is something that evokes an emotion in me. The emotion produced by looking at the color is what I crave. Blue is a peaceful color, something tranquil and relaxing. It makes you feel as if you are laying in the sahde on a cool, tropical beach. The same feeling of love that many of us are struck with as we gave upon a waterfall, negative ions swirling in the misty air. The color blue and Niagara Falls have something in common: They create a calm, tranquil, loving environment for us to bathe in, truly soaking in all the goodness of life.

Niagara Falls- Horseshow Falls from the top. May 30, 2011

Niagara Falls actually consists of two falls, the American Falls state-side, and Horseshoe falls on the Canadian side. Located on it’s namesake river, more than 4 million cubic feet of water per minute crashing to the bottom of the falls. The area I was closer to, staying on the Canadian side, was the 173 foot tall Horseshoe Falls. It was during high flow season, and the rate had increased to around 6 million cubic feet of water per minute and the mist was thick. I couldn’t get a clear picture of the falls at all.

One of the tourist attractions, Maid of the Mist, where you can get in a boat and get soaking wet as it chugs it's way as close to the falls as it can. May 30, 2011

The geology of the falls is something temporary, and in the terms of geologic time, very short lived. It is currently eroding the top layer of limestone/dolostone at a rate of ONE FOOT per year! It is a remarkable rate that puts the Niagara Falls extinction at only 50,000 years from today. Only 11,000 years ago the falls were located about 7 miles to the North of it’s present location, but the water tapped into a portion of non-resistant soils and rock, causing it to retreat quickly (in days or hours, even!), forming the “Whirlpool” you can visit downstream today.

The Niagara Falls "whirlpool"...I don't think you get the scale, let me post another picture.
So, here it is zoomed in a bit. Do you see the people down there yet? No? Ok...let's zoom in again (Click on photos to see in original size)
Zoomed in as much as I can with my stock lens. Yes, there are people down there. They are just TINY!~

Today Niagara Falls is a HUGE tourist destination, and as such the prices of dining and tourism have risen dramatically. Parking is a full $20 (although they like to note that you can “come and leave all you want…for this day only…ha ha.), the tours are short and cost betwee 15 and 20 dollars, and the food is slightly pricier than normal restaurant prices. I decided that I didn’t feel like getting wet as I was already feeling a little cool because of the mist, so I decided to watch “Niagara’s Fury- A 4D experience”. It only lasted a little over 20 minutes, and although the “4D” effects of a moving floor, snowfall and water spray were interesting, it wasn’t informative enough nor impressive enough  to be deserving of the $17.36 I had to pay.

I would say that you can certainaly make your Niagara Falls trip less expensive if you have more time to see everything. If you bike or hike from a nearby campsite or inexpensive hotel to the Falls you save $20, and there are several inexpensive grocery stores nearby (I went to a local grocery called “No Frills” and I was able to purchase two lunches and two dinners, with drinks, for under $12).

A Niagara Falls rainbow. May 30, 2011

The water wasn’t only at it’s high point while I was there- it was overunning the place. I was the only person crazy enough at my KOA campsite to *attempt* to sleep in a tent. I arrived at my campsite the evening before to a muddy mess, but managed to find a damp spot that my tent would have been ok on- If a severe thunderstorm hadn’t decided to roll through. The entire campsite turned into a wetland, and I had to evacuate my $9.98 tent to my Jeep. I paid for two nights worth of camping to sleep in my Jeep, but hey, this trip isn’t always going to be perfect. It’s an adventure. The storm may have been strong, but I do enjoy a good thunder and lightening show.

The mud of my campsite. At least my Jeep enjoyed it. May 30, 2011 at Niagara Falls, ON, Canada KOA campground.

This wasn’t the first time my tent was in a severe thunderstorm. It has survived many nights and days in such storms, but it was the first time it leaked. I am more than happy with my tent’s performance, considering I bought it for $9.98 from my local Wal-Mart. I don’t think any tent could have survived while pitched in the middle of a mini lake.

The Niagara Falls color-changing night lightshow. May 30, 2011

At night Niagara Falls comes alive with a light show. This time of year (late spring to early summer) the mist is more dense because of the increased water flow so the show isn’t as pretty as it could be (although still enjoyable). If you want the full effect of the Niagara Falls experience I highly recommend coming in late summer or early fall.

The lights of the night at Niagara Falls. May 30, 2011
The Niagara Falls nightly firework show. May 30, 2011

I spent my night at the Falls watching the colored lights pour over the misty water of Niagara Falls, watching the people dancing in the grass to the live band, until the end of the firework show they put on everynight. It was a soothing night, listening to the falling water and feeling that cool mist breeze through the air. A refresher before another long day in my Jeep tomorrow as I drove back into the states to see another cave.

A Blue Niagara Falls. May 30, 2011

In case you were wondering, yes, as the lights changed there were times when the falls were all blue. In some cases, it even qualified as a shade of cerulean.
I’ll see everyone again when I report back state-side. Until then…
-Nicole

"Don't Jump In" is what the sign is telling you.....believe it or not, people actually do go over the Falls in barrels...even with the high fine for the violation. May 30, 2011
Horseshoe Falls- The water is just about to give in to gravity. May 30, 2011 in Niagara Falls, ON.
Yes, there are rainbows at Niagara Falls too! May 30, 2011
Standing in front of Niagara Falls, the American Falls in the background, in Canada. May 30, 2011
The night lights of Niagara Falls. May 30, 2011
Niagara's night lights. May 30, 2011
Live band and dancing audience at Niagara Falls. May 30, 2011

Day 18: Relaxing in the Countryside, St. Lawrence County, New York State

Hummingbirds are amazing creatures that have captivated us for years. The feeders that are sold so that we can view these tiny birds up close are varietal and numerous, a staple for many homes within their habitat. The Ruby-throated hummingbird is one that most of North America is at least familiar with. The birds normally beat their wings around 65 times per second but can reach up to 200 beats per second. Their heart rate, and metabolism, are equally as impressive. They are incredibly fast yet they can be moving so fast and still in the air at the same time.

Hummingbird in St. Lawrence County, New York May 26, 2011

This quality makes the hummingbird unique, and a life lesson for all of us. The hummingbird can be both focused and expeditious at the same time, and still able to flit from place to place at speeds of over 30 mph when needed. These small birds captivated me as I sat on my relative’s porch in the country, watching them interact with each other around the nectar provided.

Hummingbird feeding in St. Lawrence County, NY May 26, 2011

Spending a day in the country was exactly what I needed. I had been running around to so many places, accomplishing so many goals, that I honestly felt like a hummingbird. I was exhausted and I needed to revitalize myself for some further exploration. In hummingbird lingo, I really needed to enter torpor. My relatives’ home (who cooks the best salmon dishes I’ve had to date) was far from the reaches of my cell reception and distractions, the perfect haven after being on the go for over 2 weeks.

St. Lawrence County, New York State. Goats, Horses, Cattle and more.
The horses running in a field in St. Lawrence County, New York

The countryside of St. Lawrence county rolls with green hills, dairy farms dotting the landscape. In the fields adjoining their property were horses, goats, cattle, geese and other domestic animals, as well as an abundance of wild animals including many beautifully-colored birds. Granite outcrops adorned the fields looking like round, gray elephants laying down for a nap. It was a beautiful view to take in.

A bright yellow bird (I forgot the name, help?) in St. Lawrence County, New York. May 26, 2011

I spent a long time sitting on the porches at the different bird feeders, mostly the hummingbird feeders, observing them interact with another. One hummingbird would lay claim to a feeder, and when it finished feeding it would find a good branch with a view of it’s feeder and watch to fend off the feeder from others of his kind that dared to take a drink. The hummingbird was never allowed to take an eye off it’s feeder, for every few minutes another would approach and they would zip through the air quarreling over nectar rights.

Ruby-throated Hummingbird in rural New York (St. Lawrence County) May 26, 2011

I couldn’t help but think to myself how amazing the hummingbirds were, to be able to move their wings so fast and stand still. It reminded me of myself as I watched them flit from place to place, each stop but a rapid action in space. I have many interests, and I try hard to be successful at everything I do. This means my attention is often divided, and I have to flit from place to place like the humming bird. This doesn’t mean I don’t accomplish much: I actually accomplish a lot. Even with all this movement I still have one main focus in life, my nectar that I feel compelled to place at the top in hierarchy.

A hummingbird drinking nectar in NY. May 26, 2011 (I had to turn the shutter speed way up to capture the wings...so it is dark. Any tips for a Nikon DSLR are appreciated.)

Life is a journey like that of the hummingbird’s flight. We move from place to place, working hard to achieve what we want, but still having that one feeder to claim as our niche in life. Even if we change feeders at one point in life, even several points, we always have that one thing that keeps us driven to do everything else that we require of ourselves. Make sure you accomplish this like the hummingbird: every second counts when life is so short (but not to forget that torpor is a necessity for life to go on…our metabolism can only go so long).
-Nicole

The goats playing in St. Lawrence County, New York May 26, 2011
Close-up of a goat in St. Lawrence County, New York May 26, 2011
A close-up of one of the Belgian horses in St. Lawrence County, New York May 26, 2011
Ruby-throated Hummingbird feeding in St. Lawrence County, NY. May 26, 2011

Day 17: Maine to the Upstate NY Countryside

Even when thousands of miles away, you can feel as if you are only a few miles away from home. During this trip I have found myself in unfamiliar territory many times, in places that I hadn’t even done much prior research on. A few others I had been to once or more before and I knew what to expect. No matter where I was, near or far, I always found something that made it feel like home. You can been thousands of miles away from familiar territory, but since the world is so integrated it can feel like you are right next door.

Sitting on the coast of Kennebunkport, ME May 25, 2011

I was born on the west coast, and although I currently situate myself in Missouri I have found myself traveling to the Wild West many times, and it feels familiar to me. The East coast, notably the New England coast, has always been a whole new bird. Strange and different from the warm waters of the Pacific. It was in this strange land that I had ventured yesterday, and found myself gazing upon the waters in this morning.
It turns out that as many differences that the West coast and the East coast have, there are still some simliarities. What? Well the answer is perhaps so simple that it seems ridiculous to state it, but they are both coastal environments. They both offer that same salty air serenity that many of us crave as a vital piece to our mental well being. The sound of the waves crashing, the feel of the ocean spray in the air. Thousands of miles away from the golden coast and I felt like I was in the same place, especially as the sun was shining on a warm Spring day.

Kennebunkport, ME Morning of May 25, 2011

As I traveled west towards my destination for the night, a relative’s home in the country of upstate New York, I saw many things that made me feel like even less space was between I and my home. Many of the trees were similar to those of the midwest, agriculture dotted the land (although much sparser than that of the midwest), and road-kill deer littered the sides of the road. When I reached Lake Champlain it was flooded, much like the flooding of the midwest right now. Homes sat in a couple feet of water and fields looked like lakes, the water only a foot from the railways and roadbed. Was I really halfway across the continent?

The flooding of Lake Champlain, NY May 25, 2011

The differences were certainly more noticeable. The mountains were much taller, animal Xing signs warned not only of deer, but also moose and bear, roadway outcrops had more igneous and metamorphic rocks than sedimentary. Gas stations and restaurants of unfamiliar names appeared on highway signs and of what agriculture I did see it was predominantly livestock as opposed to crops. I was certainly in a different place, so why did I feel so close to home?
I think sometimes we spend so much time looking at the differences that we miss out on the similarities. We point out the items that stick out like a sore thumb to what we are accustomed to, focusing on them. We forget to acknowledge that all of these places, or people in some cases, are of the same world, same universe, and even the same matter. While travel is usually directed towards finding something different, perhaps we should also consider what is the same. I think our world would be a much better place if we all realized that every place, and every person, has something in common with another. Next door or thousands of miles away, our lives are intricately woven together in this universe.
What we do today can have effects on others for years to come. Whether it be an action, a voiced opinion, or a product of our creative mind, we all have an input on the way the world revolves. Each of us has a part to play in this small world, each of us our strengths and weakensses. It is up to us to determine what role we can play best to contribute. Even though we all have our unique attributes, we are all of the same place- we should never forget that.
-Nicole

Day 16, Pt 2: Kennebunkport, Maine

Travel is a complex activity that can originate from many different inspirations. Some of us travel to get away, others travel to learn, some travel to experience. No matter what the reason of travel, we all chose to go somewhere specific for one reason or another. Some of the places we visit because we have seen advertisements for them, read about them in books or online articles (such as this website, geojeep.com), or what we have heard from family and friends. My trip to Kennebunkport, Maine was one of the latter, and I dedicate this particular spot to my late paternal grandparents.

Me, sitting on the shore of Kennebunkport, Maine. May 24, 2011
The ocean spray as the waves hit the cliffs of Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011

They loved to travel, and went on as many trips to many places within the U.S. They passed away within 4 months of each other a little over a year ago, but I still remember clearly what how they described Kennebunkport. They had told me several times that someday, if I had the chance, I should visit the area. Today, I followed their advice and did just that.

Kennebunkport, ME coast. May 24, 2011

Kennebunkport Maine is along the Atlantic coast, almost as far south as you can get for the state. The coast mostly consists of rocky cliffs, constantly bombarded by the waves of the ocean, water spraying up high into the air when if find no other place to go. There are a few sandy beaches, but I would have to say this coast is not about basking in the sun and swiming in the sea: It’s about absorbing your surroundings, and drinking ni what a coastal environment has to offer for your health. I chose to play most of the day on ear, having booked a hotel less than 10 miles away at a Comfort Inn. I looked at the map and found the road closest to the ocean and simply headed in that direction.

Standing on the seaside cliffs of Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011

I was pleasantly suprised by a beautiful coast, lined by granite outcrops that cut sharply down to the cold sea. Little did I know at that moment, but almost all of the area was just as scenic. As I followed the roads into the afternoon I couldn’t find a single spot that wasn’t as picturesque as the last.

I chose to eat dinner at a restaurant with a view of the ocean. Pier 77 was located on the coast, with a view of Cape Porpoise harbor where lobster boats come in during the season. It was here that I ordred lobster for the first time, and I have to say it was delicious.

Pier 77 restuarant, near Kennebunkport, Maine. May 24, 2011
The view from my table at Pierr 77 in Maine. May 24, 2011
Lobster in Maine. at Pier 77 near Kennebunkport. May 24, 2011

The chef had everything perfectly prepared, the greens with the perfect seasoning and everything was always artfully placed on the plate. My server was by far superior to most I have ever had the pleasure of dining with, especially considering he knew very well how to handle a single patron. Many try to overcompensate attention to a diner who is eating alone, but he had just the right mix of talk and space. I orderd a desert, the creme brulee, of which they serve garnished with an orchid blossom.

The Creme Brulee @ Pier 77 near Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
If you haven't tried creme brulee, I encourage you to do so. Make sure you have a good chef. Pier 77, May 24, 2011
Beign the orchid lover I am, I felt the need to reassemble my garnish. May 24, 2011 @ Pier 77 in Kennebunkport, ME

 

I finished dinner just in time for sunset, and as I rushed out the door to make sure I caught the sunset on my camera, to be viewed eternally, I noticed something to the east: A rainbow. This marks the third I have seen in this trip, and for something that is touted as so rare I am very thankful for this symbol of success. Everytime I see one I feel reassured that everything will be ok. I have been through many storms, but I will always find a rainbow afterwards.

The rainbow of Maine, May 24, 2011
The partial rainbow outside Pier 77 in Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
Sunset at Pier 77 in Maine. May 24, 2011

Tomorrow I will head from Maine to upstate New York to visit a relative of mine in the country. I can’t gurantee any rainbows, but I can gurantee this: Life is full of adventure, and the those who are truely successful in life are those who are active in the constant motion. We can’t control everything, but we can control our reactions to what life throws at us. Success is measured in our own eyes, and by no one else. Tomorrow is simply a promise to myself that I will succeed another day. You should do the same. I’ll see you there…

-Nicole

One of the many nice amenties you get for paying more for a hotel: An indoor pool at the Comfort Inn of Biddeford, ME (near Kennebunkport)
The anchor dedicated to George Bush along the coast in Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
The lobster ship dock near Pier 77 near Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
A picture I title "Finne". May 24, 2011 in Maine.

Day 16, Pt 1: Salem, Massachusetts

Fear does a funny thing to us, especially a fear of what we can not control. The of one person can often lead to mass panic by others. We seek out to either detroy the source of the fear, or if we can’t, we jump at every sound. Such was the effect of the panic during the late 17th century, when 20 men and women were killed.

The Salem Witch Museum, May 24, 2011, Salem, MA

Spending the night near Boston, in Danvers, MA, I discovered I was only 7 miles away from historic Salem, MA. A place of many interesting places, such as the House of Seven Gables, a historic maritime past, and most notably to the American public: The Salem Witch Trials. My first stop in Salem was at the Salem Witch Museum, an interesting display of the history and causes of the hanging of 19 men and women, and one man who was pressed to death.

It is described as being a time of panic created by some young, bored girls of Salem village. The times of the puritans were difficult and incredibly strict, leaving little entertainment for young girls who were couped up in the home. They began to play games, creating their own sort of “witchcraft”, and soon they had theirselves freightened. Many of the girls starting going into a near catonic state, staring off into space for long periods of time. The girls began to blame their actions on others, and used witchery as an excuse. They began blaming innocent villagers of Salem of practicing witchcraft, and since the doctor could not explain the girls’ state with the medicine of the time, the villagers followed suit in the hysteria.

Each of the accused was allowed a trial, but these trials were often unfair. If a judge ruled not guilty, the girls would go into a frenzy and a retrial would find the defendent guilty. At first they were simply jailed, but when the girl’s afflictions continued they decided hanging was the only way to rid themselves of the devil’s work.

Giles Corey, who was pressed to death during the Salem Witch Trials. May 24, 2011

One man suffered a more horrendous death when he refused to submit to trial. He was strapped down and a plank put atop him, loaded one by one with heavy rocks. When the man, over 80 years old, continued to refuse more rocks were added on top until his rib cage simply couldn’t hold the weight any longer.

The Salem Witch Trials Memorial in Salem, MA May 24, 2011

Today there is a simple memorial to the deaths of these 20 Salem villages. Located next to the old cemetary, it consists of bench-like protrusions of a granite that has their names, and the the date and method of their death. A rather simple memorial, I think, for something so gruesome that took place.

The Salem Witch Trials Memorial, Historic Salem, MA May 24, 2011

After visiting the places regarding the Salem witch trials, I went to visit the old Maritime exhibit in the bay. A reproduction of “The Friendship of Salem” ship sits in the bay across from the old store. Near by is the House of Seven Gables, made famous by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It was built in 1668, the house still stands as original, having been taken care for over 100 years by preservationalists.

The "Friendship of Salem" reproduction ship at Salem Maritime National Park
The House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA. May 24, 2011

Something notable is that at the same time of  my visit to the Salem Witch Museum a new hysteria was taking place back in Missouri: The tornado hysteria. Tornados are, unfortunately, a regular occurence of the midwest and tornado alley. There are few weeks that pass by during the season when, living in small town Missouri, the tornado sirens don’t go off. Most of the time the tornados touch down in uninhabited areas, and are less powerful than the one that hit Joplin. This tornado outbreak, marked by the destruction of Joplin with an F5, has created a media frenzy that has everyone on high alert. It may be, however, that this time the hysteria is a blessing in disguise. We get so used to hearing the sirens that after a period of time we start to ignore them. This time it was shown just how real that threat is when those sirens go off, and how important it is to be educated about what areas are  safe and what are not during such a storm.

It is after times of panic and hysteria that we can look back calmly and learn from the situation that was at hand. While in the case of the Salem Witch Trials the girls finally admitted to their foolery, which resulted in the death of 20 villagers, perhaps in the midwest and other areas afflicted by tornados we can learn something else. It is time to take these sorts of alarms seriously, and step back from our fast paced lives. So often we ignore these warnings because we have “too much to do”.

Life has been increasing in it’s complexity and business to the point we fail to heed simple warnings. It is time to take value of what life is worth, and slow down. When are we going to realize that we can’t keep going at such a speed? I am guilty of this too, and I fault it to our society. As an american society we simply don’t allow for down time. Expectations are high. Let us take stock of how important every day is, whether it is filled to the brim or not, so we can avoid the hysteria that results in negative outcomes.

-Nicole

The first settler of Salem, MA. Downtown historic Salem, MA. May 24, 2011
The Salem Maritime Customer House near the bay. May 24, 2011
The Salem Maritime National Park May 24, 2011

 

The Friendship of Salem reproduction ship. May 24, 2011
Lilac at the House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA. May 24, 2011. It smelled WONDERFUL!

 

A closeup of the Lilac at the House of Seven Gables. May 24, 2011

 

A few of the historic homes of Salem, MA. I love how they could paint the houses bold colors, like black. May 24, 2011

 

Day 15: Driving through New England

 

 

In front of a river in rural Massachusetts. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

A restaurant on the edge of the hairpin curve. May 23, 2011 in rural Massachusetts. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

What I normally share are the different stops along my journey. You get to see the grand places I have chosen to see along my grand adventure: the parks, caverns, museums, beachs and universities. Since today had no stops at such places I figured it was the perfect opportunity to share with one of the largest time consumers of my adventure: the drive. You can thank technology, and the ease of taking a picture with my cell phone, for most of these photos (a little lower quality than my Nikon D5000).

Many vacationers take a flight to get to their destination. It is sensible when you are on a limited time constraint, but it takes all of the journey out of the vacation. A big part of an adventure is experiencing it all, like watching the environment slowly shift around you until you find yourself in a place completely alienated from what you call home. It also includes the strange vehicles and fellow travelers you see along your route, the beautiful views, the roaring rivers, and the roadside wildflowers. If you are interested in geology, the road cuts are hard to ignore. (I once had a geology professor exclaim that it was an “occupational hazard” as a geologist).

Today was a longer drive, and through an area I had never been to before, so it was quite an experience with plenty to see along the way. After leaving my cousin’s in Baltimore around 730 in the morning I headed through Pennsylvania, which was blanketed in a thick fog. The drive here reminded me a bit of the video game Silent Hill, which happened to be even more fitting since Pennsylvania is full of coal. I used to play that game as a kid and it would scare me so much I would have to pause the game, walk away, and come back.

The foggy drive through Pennsylvania- A little Silent Hill-esque May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

After I made my way through the fog I found myself in the rolling green mountains of eastern Pennsylvania. The towns sat in valleys, with tall church steeples standing out against a sea of mostly white homes and businesses. There were wildflowers blooming along the road that I was able to enjoy when stuck in traffic in a construction zone.

Some of the wildflowers along the road in Pennsylvania. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
The Construction Zone in Pennsylvania. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Entering New York for the first time, I had prepared myself to see the country. I had reminded myself several times before this drive that New York state is much more than New York City. Many of us who don’t live on the east coast automatically think of big city lights when thinking of New York. Driving through New York for the first time, most of what I saw was the countryside.

Driving through the mountains in rural New York. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Massachusets was much the same as the New York I drove through. My GPS has this lovely option: Anytime I enter a route it asks me if I would like to avoid toll roads. I always click yes, and it will take me on a glorious, scenic router through the country side. Along the way to Boston I saw a waterfall and, without thinking twice, turned right over the bridge so I could make a quick stop to see it.

The bridge, I didn’t notice until I was already on it, was closed in the opposite direction so I had created a bit of a detour for myself. I parked along the road at the end of the bridge, that went over the Conneticut River (I believe) and walked down to where I thought I would be able to see the fall. I walked across an old bridge, following the sound of rushing water, and realized I couldn’t see it from this vantage. When I looked back across the bridge I realized that walking across it probably wasn’t the best idea: The river was flooding and the water was swirling about the bottom of the bridge. The walk back across the bridge to solid ground was disorienting now that I noticed how close the roaring surface of the river was to my feet. It made you feel as if you were walking a little sideways.

The flooding Connecticut River in Massachusetts. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)
The bridge in Massachusetts that was near flooding stage- It was scary to walk across!) May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

After arriving safely on the other side I took more pictures of the area and promptly decided it was probably time to get back on the road so I could arrive at my hotel in Boston area at a decent hour. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful. I took pictures of some notable signs that I don’t see on a regular basis (I missed taking a picture of “Moose Xing” right outside of Boston).

A Bear Xing sign in rural Massachusetts May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Tomorrow was to be another day, full of activities, and the long drive had worn me out. It wasn’t hard to sleep tonight. You may ask why I would want to spend so much time driving. I get asked all the time how I can spend so many hours on the road. Well, I think all of these pictures tell the tale themselves, but the answer is simple: It is an exciting journey, full of sites and experiences all in it’s own. While we plan on starting and ending points, and certain via points along the way, the journey itself can sometimes be just as stimulating. It sure beats sitting an an airplane looking at clouds all day.

-Nicole

The amazing confetti peanut butter cookies, baked by my good friend in North Carolina, that fueled my drive. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
This Semi was coming right at me!!! (Not really...it was being towed...still looks scary, right) Taken with my Blackberry Curve
It turns out this boat was going in the same direction as me, I saw it all the way to Troy, New York from Baltimore, MD. (Taken with my blackberry curve)
The hair pin curve in Massachusetts. Famous, apparently. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
My GPS took me through downtown Troy, NY for some reason... May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
A bridge in Rural New York where I took the picture of the roaring river (next). May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

 

The Little Hoosic River in rural New York, along route 2. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)
Along the "Taconic Trail". May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

 

The flooding river in Massachusetts May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)