Special Edition- An Addition to Blog #7!
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When Gil first mentioned feeling queasy on our live-over, we
were baffled. Was the lobsterman himself seasick from all our paddling? Slowly
and quietly, the mysterious pathogen spread throughout the group, sparing a
single paddler. We never imagined it would take hold for as many days as it
did.
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The plague continues, but so too must the expedition. With
about half the group paddling bowseat, holding their heads or clutching the
gunwhales, retching overboard—it feels as though we’re facing the same
adversity that the crew of the Endurance
was well accustomed to.
Stroke after stroke, we push each other out of our comfort
zones and into a place of growth. With one of our instructors needing time to
rest and recuperate, the few healthy individuals really stepped up to the
plate—ensuring that camp stays up and running.
Rain falls on our tents and tarps; we wake on May 1st
to the timpani of drops. Having the time to sleep in, we rejoice in the freedom
to slumber, or walk out to the river, or stretch toward the sky, feeling the
vibrant energy of the light sprinkling. Commencing our academics, we dig into
scientific and social articles and prepare to present our findings to our
colleagues and travel companions. Another deadline is established: our finished
essays by nightfall, fully ready for the final copy on Book of Wisdom paper in
ink.
Setting out before the morning lifts her dark, heavy eyes,
our group solo goes swiftly and smoothly. No other sounds lurk in the air aside
from the occasional slap of a beaver’s tale and the birdsong filtering through
the trees. We know what needs to be done and the worth of Misha’s trust.
Resupply at Mac's Bend |
Row Row Row Your Boat...
Lake Champlain is as unpredictable as the winds and as complex as the stars. Her waters are full of stories, her shores attracting people and ideas in constant motion. The land is etched in the history of the natives, the exploring French Canadians, and the colonists that settled and gave rise to the modern population currently dotting the shores with urban lights. Our course traces the paths of tradesmen, smugglers, soldiers, traitors—and we stop along the way to learn their histories. We add our own stories, with every stroke of the oar, turning the blue water white. To tell the tale of our expedition, we must begin with our vessels. Courtesy of the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum, we had use of two Scottish fishing boats, Resilience and Perseverance, as well as a Cornish pilot gig, the Jimmy D (named for the individual who started a ship building program for high school students at the Maritime Museum).
Heave!!!! |
Serenaded by the coxswain while rowing |
Laszlo- cooking up a storm! |
Lunch break |
Erica and
Morgan met us at the landing and that night we camped at Mac’s Bend, nestled in
the safe waters of the Missisquoi River. We would have 30km to travel the next
day, and feasted on a glorious diner of spaghetti and tomato sauce.
"Toss your oars!" |
Excited to begin rowing |
With our boats loaded, we tossed our oars into the sky and
counted off starting with bowseat. On the command from the coxswain, we plunged
the long, wooden poles into the Mississquoi, flat as a meadow. Heading for our
first destination, the boats immediately began to rock into the waves. Even
after studying the weather patterns from shore, no one could have predicted the
three-foot swells that tossed the pilot gigs and fishing boats like a toddler
in a bathtub. Uneasy thoughts entered our minds, “Are we really going to out
row all this wind? Whoa wait up, how do you turn this thing around again? Has
anyone ever capsized these things?” Running low on options, we rafted up
dangerously close to the surrounding wetlands, wedged in between trees,
intensely focused, listening to the static-y voice announce how many knots of
wind hitting the Lake Champlain geographic area. We decided to make a break for
the next piece of protected land and wait out the fast-moving weather. After
our assessment of the white caps and choppy waters and peanut butter and jelly
wraps, we tossed our oars and plowed ahead to North Hero Island.
On Valcour Island, we learned of the confrontation between
English troops and British/American colonists on October 11, 1776. As Morgan
directed the 13 actors in the reenactment, Benedict Arnold (as played by Laszlo
Reed) leads the Americans: Gil, Hyim, and Sharon in a battle scene. Through acting,
we explored the motives of he soldiers for taking Valcour Island and fleeing to
Fort Ticonderoga. After, on that rainy day, we transform into explorers.
Seeking to discover more about the island and who may have previously walked
where we now find ourselves setting camp. Hyim and Julian bring back news of
sighting old, rusted farm equipment. Gil followed deer paths and came across an
old foundation. Twisted apple trees mark a footpath for us to follow.
Trailside academics |
What do we do in our free time? Tan and soften deer hides! |
Our experience of Lake Champlain strongly contrasts that of
Samuel de Champlain’s discovery. He wrote descriptions of the flora and fauna
not from a scientific, reductionist perspective that was popular at the time—but
from the point of view that a curious explorer possesses. Champlain was intrigued by the actions and
fascinated at the height of the forests that had yet to be leveled, like those
in Europe.
We continued on toward Fort Ticonderoga.
Watching the artillery men at Fort Ticonderoga |
We also connected in a deeper way to our surroundings,
through our 24-hour solo.
The story of our solos can be read in some of the works that
reflect our pensive thoughts and deeper emotions.
The day my solo begins
Is the day in which I
take flight
I’ll soar in the
freedom of desirelessness
No longer bound to
want, frustration, fatigue
The day my solo begins
Like bluets and Queen
Anne’s lace will bloom
The mossy rocks will
greet me by name
And show me a place
for me to sit
Gazing across the
lake, I’ll observe my past
On the same horizon—my
future will I find
I’ll cross my legs and
look about the woods
A loon might call and
the cedar might sing
The day my solo begins
Reflecting back in a
watery pool, the present seems crystal clear
-Sharon
Connor cooking up some dandelion pancakes |
Studying about city hydrology at the Rubenstein Lab |