The Second Half

Oh boy, summer is really clicking by. Our mid-summer Volunteer meeting when we will talk about our fall departure date was Wednesday night.  I realized today, that the grand kids will be back in school this time next month and the late summer birthdays will begin next week with a grandson, my daughter, daughter in law, another grandson and yet another grandson all having birthdays within 30 days of each other. The State Fair is around the corner and this morning as I walked out of the Visitor’s Center, I spied a huge flock of Pelicans circling above. They are a couple weeks early this year. Who knows why? Maybe it’s climate change, maybe the fires in Canada this summer, maybe the crazy out of character weather patterns, but they are back and that is a sure sign of fall coming.

Work here has changed up a bit. The grass does not need
mowed weekly in Iowa this time of year. I have lots of days, that I don’t need
to mow, so my duties have been quite varied. Power washing bridges, weeding the
butterfly garden, weed eating areas we can’t get with the mower, trimming bushes
and branches back from the roadsides, picking up large rocks from the beach,
left by flood waters. And, every wild area Volunteers favorite duty; pulling
fence.

I say all the time that my least favorite work is weed eating. The constant vibration in my hands makes me nauseous, always has.  Then, I get sent to pull fence and I remember, weed eating is my second least favorite work. If you work on a maintenance or natural resources team at a big park or natural area anywhere in the US, there is a good chance, that in the timber or open fields where the public doesn’t go, there are old wood fence posts and barbed wire left over from decades ago when the land was cattle ranch or some sort of agriculture operation. When time allows, a fall back job for volunteers is to work on removing the old wire and posts; mostly by hand because of the location.  It is a hazard for the wildlife especially deer who forage in the area and it also inhibits fire work.

Then, as always, Mother Nature can change the plan any day. It happened here at Saylorville last weekend. The sweltering hot humid weather was broken by a front that came through and used 60 MPH straight line winds to lower our temps and drive out the humidity. The result was some significant tree damage here. Thankfully, it occurred in day use areas that were not occupied at the time and not in campgrounds. An enormous tree fell at the Visitor’s Center and another at the edge of the Butterfly Gardens. Today's work, after our quality time with the barbed wire, included making use of the mulch left behind by the tree service and spreading it on some of the flower beds. The rest was hauled away to the mulch mountain that exists behind the scene’s here.

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  Judy standing on the stump from the giant Oak that fell at the VC

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  Wrangling old barbed wire and brambles

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  Tree trunk grown around old barbed wire and chain link

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  Downed Oak at the VC

I made reservations for our trip south a couple of days ago. We’ll start in Lindsborg, KS with my aunt and cousins for our third time at the Swedish Festival, then kill 10 days meandering our way to Mercedes, Texas with a stop on Galveston Island for 5 days. Back to School shopping is getting ready to kick into high gear and I’ll work in my friends store for the next 8 weeks helping out through the chaos. In the meantime, I’ll keep working for the park here, writing the newsletters and spend as much time as I can with the kids and friends. The pace is ramping up to fever pitch.

It’s like the storm before the calm. It will be off the
charts crazy busy from now till Mid October, when we leave. Then we’ll have a
winter of basking in warm weather, leisurely schedules, seeing old friends and
missing the hell out of the kids.

Until Next Time…

Caterpillars and Storm Clouds

It is getting to be the time of year when Natural Resources duties become varied and interesting. With the arrival of drought season and the extreme heat that bears down on Iowa this time of year, mowing is no longer a weekly job. I mowed Monday and likely won’t mow again for a couple of weeks. With the mowing contractors in full swing, I can get my mowing done in a little over a half day. That leaves a partial day and another full day to do whatever Ranger Coty tasks us with. I like the variety and mystery of how each day may unfold.

At a big place like Saylorville about anything can and does happen. This past week Judy and I went over to the Butterfly gardens to water a couple of beds that were built after the sprinkler system was built and are just out if its reach. We were thrilled to discover a multitude of Monarch Caterpillars munching away on the dill growing in the gardens. Monarch Caterpillars are naturally attracted to dill. It made sense as we watched them and realized they are perfectly camouflaged in the dill weed. As we weeded some of the beds we squealed every time we came across a caterpillar or cocoon. After all, that is why the butterfly garden exists. The fruits of Judy’s dedicated labors were revealing themselves! I love working with her. Driving down the paths on the ATV is an ongoing lesson in Saylorville history. With 18 years of volunteering here under her belt, every nook and cranny of this place holds a memory for her, that she freely shares as we work around the lake.

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  Monarch Caterpillar on Dill

We have been busy power washing the bridges that traverse the creeks and ravines in 7 places along the 13 miles of the 26-mile-long Neal Smith bike trail that moves through Saylorville and is maintained by the Corps. Some days we trim branches that are encroaching the trail and roadsides, or low hanging branches that make mowing difficult. We have pulled old cattle fence and some days we weed eat, my least favorite job. Eventually we will be filling water bags placed around new trees to keep them properly hydrated as they establish themselves.

Yesterday, Judy and I were tasked with removing the sand left behind by flood waters from the picnic pads at Sandpiper Beach. The three 10x10 pads were covered in about 4” of sand. Picnic tables and nice canopies will be installed now that we have cleaned them off. As we shoveled and swept, we started watching a rather impressive shelf cloud begin to form just to the north of us. We worked a little faster and took a call from Coty, who was 8 miles south at the other end of the lake and also watching the sky. We promised to head back as soon as we were finished. Turns out Judy and I both like a good summer thunderstorm. We had both seen the forecast and knew that our 10% chance of rain was going to happen and that it would be short lived and strong but non-severe. I had my camera for once.  We were making good progress getting back to the shop just ahead of the front line. I was taking pictures and we were enjoying the sudden 10-degree temperature drop and cool wind ahead of the storm. Life was good till the ATV we were driving began to overheat and we realized we were not going to make it back, not in that vehicle anyway. Coty had called to check on our progress getting back and we gave him the news. He drove the park truck out to fetch us from the trail and we limped the ATV to cover so it could cool down and make the rest of the trip back to the maintenance complex later. We finished our workday soaked to the skin and laughing.

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  Storm Clouds over Prairie Flower

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  On the trail driving just ahead of the storm

The summer is passing quickly. We have our mid-summer Volunteer meeting next week to talk about departure dates, who is planning to return and sign up for our shifts manning the booth at the Iowa State Fair in August. It’s hard to believe that I’m already plotting our trip and stop overs for our trip to Mercedes Texas where we will winter this year. Who knows what the rest of the summer will bring? That’s the best part, everyday is truly and adventure.

Until Next Time…

Transition Day

We awoke this morning to temperatures in the upper 60’s and
low humidity. A rarity in Iowa this time of year. We will enjoy one day of mild
weather in the 80’s as we brace for the next heat wave that promises to be hotter
and more enduring than our last blast of heat that lasted about 6 days. I’m looking
ahead to next weeks outside work with more caution than last week when I
succumbed to heat exhaustion. It was so weird. I felt fine all day, drank over
100 ounces of water throughout the day and was peeing clear. I was feeling
quite full of myself, thinking I had accomplished my task of mowing a large
campground, in preparation for the 4^th of July Holiday and believing
I was still 25 when I didn’t really notice heat. That all came to a quick end
when I got home and hit the cool conditioned air of the motor home. Within an
hour I was dizzy, vomiting and shaking. I retreated to the bedroom wondering
who had given me the flu, still not admitting I had overdone it in the 100-degree
heat that day. The next morning, I felt better and went into work. Ironically
the safety meeting topic was heat stress. There were my symptoms from the night
before laid out in nice bullet points under the heat exhaustion section of the
memo. I decided to work only the morning that day, purposely chose a shaded day
use area to mow, drank a big Gatorade and went home and slept all afternoon.  Lesson learned as they say.

This morning I enjoyed a little practice in immersion, as I call it. There is a road behind our site about 1000 ft or so long leading down to the boat ramp parking lot. It divides two very distinct habitats. Shore line, meadow and towering Cottonwoods on the west side. Heavy timbered Oak Savannah on the east. When Champ saw me strap on my camera and sling my binoculars over my shoulder he decided to stay home, knowing my ‘walk’ would be more of a stand and look morning. It never ceases to amaze me how I can walk down this road for exercise at about a 3.5 mph clip and only notice the big things. The lake of course, birds flitting about, wildflowers along the roadside and the ever present Des Moines Skyline beyond the dam. A constant reminder that the concrete jungle is only 12 miles away. When I do a bird walk by myself taking time to immerse myself the real action starts to reveal itself. I usually identify 30 or so bird species along this short stretch of roadway. Depending on what side of the road I am watching the species vary a great deal. Red Winged Black birds, Orioles, Tree Swallows and shore birds dominate the lake side. Woodpeckers, a wide variety of sparrows, Indigo Buntings, Nuthatches and wrens populate the east side of the road in the timber. Just as I came back to the entrance of the village, I smiled at the irony of a river grape leaf eaten up by a bunch of Japanese Beetles. I liked it, an invasive species feeding on an invasive species. If only they stayed away from the good plants. These mornings have become a sort of practice of transitioning from my busy three days when I am working for Natural Resources and putting the newsletters together. Thursday mornings are the beginning of my work camping weekend, as it were. I am starting to think about topics for next week’s newsletters and basking in the fact that our work camping dream has come true.

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  Red Winged Blackbirds flocking

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  Monarch on Milkweed

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  Japanese Beetles feeding

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  Indigo Buntng

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  Female Baltimore Oriole

Until Next Time…

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Changing Scenery

Summer has arrived in Iowa with the unforgiving relentless
heat and humidity that we have every summer. This past week we have had highs
in the mid 90’s with dewpoints in the uppers 
70’s resulting in heat indices above 110 in the afternoon.  Iowa is, indeed, a climate of extremes.
Things are slowing down a bit with the end of the baseball season for our
grandson’s little league team.

I was mowing Monday morning enjoying my surroundings and thinking about how much things have changed since our arrival in late April. The roadsides and timber lines where I mow have changed remarkably. The flood debris is all but gone. The dried winter weary grass in now lush and green. The white blossoms of the raspberry bushes along the roadside are now ripe berries waiting to be eaten by the wildlife. Early spring wildflowers are now being outshined by the summer stars; Milkweed, Coneflower, Compass flower, Butterfly bush, and a yellow ground cover flower that I can’t remember the name of. Trees that were bare when I mowed the first time are now full with bright green leaves. It seems like just yesterday, the butterfly gardens were either bare or just starting to emerge. In the blink of an eye the flowers are in full bloom and butterflies are everywhere. The Zennia seed in one of my flower beds has grown to foot high plants ready to bloom and the grand kids are growing as fast as the grass.

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  Water Break Time

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  Another View from my mower

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  Road behind our rig heading to the lake

I spent 5 years of my 12-year banking career in a corner office of our branch. I had so much natural light there were days, I didn’t turn my lights on and no one noticed.  I thought I had a nice view there with floor to ceiling glass facing the lobby entry and 6-foot high windows surrounding my desk on south and west sides.  My office was filled with plants and had more the feel of a greenhouse than a bank office. That was nothing compared to the view I have this summer from my ‘office chair’ on the mower I use most days. The view of the lake is ever present as I mow my designated areas. Not only am I surround by plants, but I encounter wildlife throughout my day. From shore birds standing along the shoreline, to the swallows and bluebirds that swoop down by the dozens eating the insects I stir up in the grass, to the deer I flushed out of the ditch this morning. She was a bit confused and ran along-side the mower for about 20 yards before she turned into the woods. I had to wonder if anyone has ever been trampled by a scared deer mowing an area like this. She could have just as easily turned toward me and kicked me in the head as she jumped over the mower instead of over the brush between us and the timberline.

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  Showy Milkweed

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  Butterfly Bush

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  Canadian Horse Nettle

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  Song Sparrows with dinner

The best part is the smell.  The milkweed is blooming and the air around me is filled with its sweet powdery aroma mixed with the smell of the fresh cut grass coming from under the mower deck. It really doesn’t get much better than this for me.

We are getting plenty of time to see grand kids, kids, friends and family. I have to admit even though we came home to a flooded lake and the weather stayed colder that we would have liked early on, we are finally having a summer like we imagined when we went full-time three years ago. We love our volunteer duties at the lake and are getting lots of time to hang out with everyone and just be home, as it were. The 4^th of July is around the corner and the Iowa State Fair will be here before we know it. Summer is in full swing and ticking by fast already.

Until Next Time...