Latitude Somewhere, Longitude Who Cares by Dan Crowley

Latitude Somewhere, Longitude Who Cares by Dan Crowley

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Such A Fuss Over A Little Fat

February 27th, 2011 by Dan Crowley

Birds Just Can’t Get Enough Of The Stuff

I didn’t have much time this week to watch the activity at my bird feeder. But I did read a little more in my bird book and it said – suet.

So what is this suet stuff? It’s animal fat. If you’re British it’s one of the yummy ingredients in English Christmas Pudding. I think it’s also used in making candles.

But the birds dig this stuff. So over the weekend I got some suet for my feathery friends. All day it had been the usual customers at the feeder, Black-capped Chickadees, White and Red-breasted Nuthatches, Red bellied and Downey Woodpeckers, Tufted Titmouse and Sunday a gathering of about eight Dark-eyed Juncos foraging around under the feeder. Nothing new, so I figured I’d put out the suet.

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If You Fill It They Will Come

February 20th, 2011 by Dan Crowley

I hung a bird feeder the other day. With the snow cover gone everything looked so bleak. I thought the birds might need a little something to get them through until spring when their food supply became more plentiful.

I took a trip to the local nursery and bought a bag of mixed seed hoping to appeal to all. I really had no idea what I should get. I just figured I’d get something that looked good to me.

I filled my caged tube feeder that hung from a tree in the backyard and waited.

The first day I watched from my kitchen window. Nothing came near my feeder. On the second day, still not a single bird stopped by for a snack. I wondered about the seed mix, was it right? Would the birds eat it? I looked good to me, but I wasn’t going to eat it.

On day three they came. It reminded me of the baseball movie Field of Dreams – if you fill it they will come.

I don’t know a lot about birds, I’m not a birder. But I like to know what I’m Looking at. I recognized the ubiquitous Black-capped Chickadee and the Tufted Titmouse, but after that I was stumped. I needed a bird book. So off to the bookstore for a copy of Sibley’s Field Guide to Birds of Eastern North America. It sounded good. I’d at least have this side of the continent covered.

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No Excuse For Missing Great Sports In February

January 15th, 2011 by Dan Crowley

Exciting Action-Packed Month Ahead

With the Ho Ho Holiday season behind us, many people glumly face the Ho Ho Humdrum months of winter that follow with their sights set on spring and the warm weather to come. But not so fast, February is one of the biggest months of the year in sports.

The kick-off to February actually comes a few days early when on January 30 the NHL will stage their 58th Annual All-Star Game. That same day the NFL will hold the Pro Bowl Game from Honolulu, but in my house I never get to use the TV on a Sunday.

February has something for everyone and sports-speaking, it’s my favorite month.

The ATP World Tennis Tour opens the 2011 season in Brisbane, Australia with $372,000 in prize money on the line. That same day the Burton Canadian Snowboarding Open gets underway in Calgary.

Those are in other countries; like off-Cape. I’m not into that.

On the 4th the 2011 Team USA Adult Badminton Trials will be held in California, I’ll miss that. I think there is an eclipse or something that day.

In Atlantic City on the 4th the Championship Pro Martial Arts Ring of Combat XXXIV will take place at the Tropicana. For anyone in Atlantic City that day that doesn’t want to see the Ring of Combat, the Levon Helm Band will be playing at Harrah’s with admission as low as $211 per ticket.

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Digging Up A Little History

October 5th, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Munsungan Paleo-Indian Artifacts

Reading about my favorite part of the Pine Tree State early last summer I learned of an archeological dig conducted by the University of Maine in the North Central part of the state. It was at a place since named the Windy City Site where they found evidence of a Paleo-Indian camp. I dug into the information a little deeper and learned that there was actually more than one. The Windy City at the thoroughfare between Chase Lake and Munsungan Lake was the main site; however, there were more throughout the Aroostook River watershed that seemed to parallel an ancient travel route.

Where Little Munsungan Lake empties into Munsungan Stream.

Where Little Munsungan Lake empties into Munsungan Stream.

A little more research led me to Jim Carter and his camps on Little Munsungan Lake. I called Jim and mentioned that Chris and I were interested in the Paleo-Indian digs and were planning a visit to the area. Jim told me that the sites were all closed and on private property. Even though we were talking about an area well off the beaten path, he made it clear, that the property owners and the State of Maine did not want people poking around.

Jim must have sensed my disappointment because before our conversation ended he said, “My camp is one of the sites and I own it. I’m planning to do some digging this summer and if you’d like to come up and dig, you’re welcome.”

I didn’t hesitate. We made arrangements for Chris and I to visit.

As Jim Carter describes it, “The Munsungan area is famous as a source of Munsungan Chert, the most desired material in the North East for making stone tools, this coupled with the fact it was on a major travel route, has made the area one of the more famous for the study of those who came before us.
With the blessing and help of the state archeologist and some friends who are trained archeologists an on going dig and survey has been conducted of the area where the camps are located. This survey was published in The Maine Archaeological Society Bulletin. It is interesting to note that people have been using (the Munsungan area) since the ice age ended over 10,000 years ago. It’s still possible to dig and find material that was worked by humans some 9000 years ago.”

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Flying Over Moosehead Lake

October 4th, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Our Flight In A DHC-2 DeHaviland Beaver

Currier’s Flying Service sits at the southwest corner of Moosehead Lake in Greenville Junction, Maine. It is owned and operated by Roger Currier who has been flying for most of his life. In addition to flying, Roger has an added passion. He restores antique airplanes.

Chris and I took a walk down to the dock where Roger ties his three float planes one morning. It only took me a minute to recognize the Beaver.

Chris on the dock next to the 1954 Beaver at Currier's Flying Service.

Chris on the dock next to the 1954 Beaver at Currier's Flying Service.

According to Roger Currier, his restored 1954 DeHaviland Beaver is the only one in commercial operation in the Northeast. Most of the Beavers still in service today are in Canada and Alaska.

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Reaching Allagash Village

October 3rd, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Day 4 On The Allagash

The nights grew warmer after our 40 degree evening at Umsaskis Thoroughfare. We slept late at Big Brook as we only had about nine miles to paddle to Allagash Village where we’d take out. Around 8:30 that morning a lone yellow kayak slipped below the bluff. We watch as she worked her way through McGargle Rocks. They would be our first challenge of the day.

Approaching McGargle Rocks

Approaching McGargle Rocks

By 9:30 we were on the river and were quickly into McGargle Rocks. In years past logs driven down the river would often get caught on the rocks creating jams. When that would happen, river drivers would climb out on the logs to push them loose. It was a dangerous job and once the jam broke the men would often have to run across the rolling logs for their lives. McGargle Rocks was named after a driver whose luck ran out after breaking up a jam. He was killed when the jam broke.

We hugged the left shore, following the channel as we worked our way through the rocks. McGargle Rocks is a mix of quick water and shallow stone beds. One minute you might be running fast between rocks, only to find yourself suddenly beached on a rock bar. Chris did a nice job of taking us through.

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Around The Falls

October 2nd, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Day 3 On The Allagash River

Six summers ago when we first went into the woods, Chris was an 11-year-old who had complete faith in what his father was doing. Since that summer he has grown older and wiser. He’s gone from never having been in a canoe, to running rapids, from never having been in the woods, to finding his way at night in a pathless forest. He was once frightened by noises in the night. Now he roams the woods, fishing pole in hand at dusk seeking out spots to float his fly and coming back into camp after dark with his dinner already filleted. He has grown up and some of the most important lessons he has learned didn’t come from a book.

Over the past six summers he has assumed more responsibility. No longer do I make all the decisions. More and more I defer to him and we’re usually in agreement with his choices. Even when we’re not, I’ll go with his decision on something just to see how it turns out.

The point is that he is confident enough to make the decision in the first place. With the canoe rushing toward loud, splashing, white water, he’ll pick a course, quickly point it out and then lay into his paddle. There is never a chance to change your mind. You have to make a choice and then live with it. For the most part when it comes to the rivers and the woods, he makes good decisions.

Last year I thought might be our last summer together as he was growing up and would want to do other things. No, he made it clear; he wanted to go back to Maine.

Our third night on the river was another cold one. By 6 o’clock I was up cooking breakfast. I woke Chris at 6:30. It was chilly enough that we could see our breath in the still air. A big breakfast, hot coffee and hot chocolate and we were ready. We carried our gear down off the bluff to the canoe and pushed off the rocks from our Five Fingers campsite.

When we paddled the six and a half miles between Five Fingers and Michaud Farm three years earlier it was shallow and boney. We ended up dragging our canoe far too much. As we had expected the water was again low, but this time we did a much better job of following the channel.

Sign marking Cunliff Depot

Sign marking Cunliff Depot

About 10 o’clock we pulled our boat ashore at Cunliffe Depot on the east side of the river. The only marking visable today from the river of the once thriving depot is a small sign at the top of the bank. We pulled our canoe ashore and climbed the bank. Even though nature has reclaimed the site, there are still reminders of the past. Scattered and rusted old machine parts litter the ground. A walk to the right along wooded trail leads to a small log stream crossing. On the other side are the remains of Lombard Log Haulers.

Logs across a small stream at Cunliffe Depot

Logs across a small stream at Cunliffe Depot

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A Nine Moose Day

September 27th, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Day 2 On The Allagash River

The north Maine woods were once the home of Native American tribes. It is believed they first appeared in the tundra-like environment left by the last Ice Age about 10,000 or more years ago.

Groups of Paleo Indians traveled through region between 12,000 to 9,000 years ago. A larger population during the Archaic period from10,000 to 4,000 years ago followed. These people were generally nomadic, using nets for fishing and stone or wood tools. Artifacts discovered from these periods include arrow and spearheads, scrappers, stone cutting tools, stone axes and gouges for woodworking.

The Ceramic Period from 3,000 to 500 years ago is named for the emergence of the use of pottery. This enabled cooking directly on the fire, rather than heating stones and placing them into a bark or wooden container. Archaeologists have found pottery in the Allagash region at least 2,000 years old.

The arrival of Europeans slowly forced most of the Indians to move away from the Allagash area. By the early 1800’s, after thousands of years of Native American occupation, the area was ripe for the lumberman’s axe.

As the story is told by historians at Maine’s Department of Conservation, about the time Maine became a state in1820, a businessman from Salem, Massachusetts, named David Pingree, inherited large tracts of land in the Allagash region. His keen eye for commerce eventually gazed upon the seemingly unending tracts of timber-covered land in the northern half of the state. Basing his new enterprise in Bangor, a town that hosted more than three hundred sawmills by the mid-1830s, Pingree, under the guidance of his partner Ebenezer Coe, began to profit handsomely from his operations, wresting mighty trees from the wilderness, running them down river to Bangor where they were milled into lumber and put aboard ships that could carry them wherever a market beckoned.

In 1837, the first of several financial panics struck the region, and though Bangor’s lumber interests suffered under competition from states to the west, Pingree expanded his holdings and pressed on. In time, he owned more than one million acres of Maine forestland, was the state’s largest taxpayer, and held more land than any other private entity in New England.

Before long depots or small villages associated with the lumber industry were scattered throughout the region. Farms sprouted to provided food and forage for the many villages and logging camps. At one point the 3.5 million acres that is the North Maine Woods today, supported seven softball teams among the villages that traveled the rivers and roads to play against one another.

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A Cold Welcome Back To The Allagash

September 21st, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Day One Of Our 4-Day 53-Mile Canoe Trip

The thermometer read 44 degrees at 6 o’clock this morning on Cape Cod (September 21, 2010). It brought back memories from just over a month ago when Chris and I were camped along the Allagash Wilderness Waterway and the overnight temperature dropped to 40. When you’re in 40 degree sleeping bags, which are realistically more like 50 degree bags, it gets a bit uncomfortable. We had our mummy bags zipped over our heads, but it made little difference. By 5 o’clock we were up just so as to move around and try to get warm.

We were camped at a spot we had stayed at in 2007, the last time we paddled the Allagash. It is one of our favorites. The spot is called Sandy Point and is on the thoroughfare between Umsaskis Lake and Long Lake.

Our canoe at Umsaskis Thoroughfare

Our canoe at Umsaskis Thoroughfare

That morning, because of the temperature difference between the 40 degree air and the relatively warmer water, the fog was very thick. From the reeds on the sand beside our canoe, looking out over the water we could see about 20 feet. We were in no hurry, so we built a fire and started to warm-up. Read the rest of this entry »

Looking For A Sidekick

September 14th, 2010 by Dan Crowley

Someone To Hang Out With

I’ve decided that I need a sidekick. But I just don’t want any sidekick, I want someone else’s sidekick.

A sidekick is a specialist; always there at the right time, capable, funny, smart and just good company. The term, I believe is a 19th century American word, but the act of being a sidekick goes way back in history. Sidekicks then didn’t know what they were.

Some of the earliest side kicks were Archilles and Patroclus from the Iliad and Moses and Aaron from the Bible. There were Enkidi and Gilgamesh from the Epic of Gilgamesh too, but I don’t think I’d want any of these guys as sidekicks.

Lewis and Clark were possibly the first famous pair of American sidekicks, but while I wouldn’t have minded taking the trip across the country with them, I think they’d be a little too stiff to be my sidekick.

We imported Don Quixote and his sidekick Sancho Panza, and Sherlock Holmes and his sidekick Dr. Watson, but it wasn’t until the late 19th and early 20th century that we started to see the typical sidekick in this country.

Sancho would be good if I wanted to fight windmills, but I don’t think so.

Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy were a couple of fun sidekicks, but I’d always have to be slapping Laurel to get him to smarten up. I need a smarter sidekick.

The sidekick thing really got going in the mid 20th century as Hollywood grabbed the idea. Jackie Gleason’s Ralph Kramden had his Ed Norton on the Honeymooners and Sky King had his niece Penny. That was always a little bit weird. Today Sky King would probably have to register as a sex offender just for taking Penny flying.

There was Timmy and Lassie. While I like dogs, I wouldn’t want one for a sidekick. In today’s world I’d have to carry a doggie-do bag and a poop-scoop everywhere we went.

Lewis and Martin were a couple of fun guys. The whiskey and women flowed 24-7 when they were together. We’d sing and tell jokes all day and night, never sleeping. I still like women, but I don’t like whiskey and I need my sleep, so that wouldn’t work.

I like Marshal Matt Dillon’s side kick Festus on Gunsmoke, but the limp? Otherwise I might consider Festus. I like the name.

How about Sheriff Andy and his sidekick Barney Fife from the Andy Griffith Show? I could be Andy, but that Barney was as dumb as a stump. I need a sidekick with a little more upstairs.

Here’s a definite contender to be my sidekick – Tonto. The Lone Ranger could always rely on Tonto to get him out of a jam. Like magic Tonto was always there. He was smart, unlike that boob Fife, and crafty. And he was an Indian. How cool would that be to have an Indian as a sidekick? I’m putting Tonto on my sidekick fantasy team list for now.

Batman had the Boy Wonder, Robin, but hanging around with boys and making them dress in tights would probably land me in jail. The Green Hornet had Kato, but I’m really not a big crime fighter and Kato would probably want to go out and chase bad guys all the time; the same with Starsky and Hutch.

Captain Kirk had Spock, but all that time away from home. How many times were Mrs. Kirk and Mrs. Spock on Star Trek? Not many. As a matter of fact I don’t think they were ever on. Maybe Kirk and Spock were driven into outer space by nagging wives.

Another possible for the fantasy team keeper list is Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Either one of these guys would be a good sidekick. Oh, wait, I think they might have died in the end.

How about Major Tony Nelson and Major Roger Healey from I Dream of Jeannie? These guys landed sitcom roles with Barbara Eden back in time when displaying one’s belly button was scandalous. You have to respect a guy who spent his time with a scantily clad Barbara Eden staring at her navel all day. Still, not sidekick material.

Here’s a sidekick that’s right up there with Tonto. Remember F Troop? Sergeant O’Rourke and Corporeal Agarn. That Agarn would be neat sidekick. What fun we’d have. He’s on the list too.

I suppose I could have a female sidekick. Adam had Eve, Fred had Ginger, but not in the biblical sense, I don’t think. Bonnie had Clyde, probably several times. What else is there to do when hiding out from the law? Tarzan had Jane (for sure). Living in a tree house with a half naked woman does sound appealing. I’d have to get rid of that monkey. I think I’ll put Jane on the fantasy team possible list.

Mork had Mindy (Nanu Nanu). Mindy was hot. Everyone knows Anthony had Cleopatra and even as kids we all knew there was a certain chemistry between Popeye and Olive Oyl.

You know, I don’t think I want a female sidekick; too many hassles. I’d rather join Kirk and Spock and spend my time in deep space.

The Odd Couple, Oscar Madison and Felix Unger were sidekicks and roommates. I’d probably end up shooting Felix in our first month together. Tim Allen and Al Boreland were sidekicks on the show Home Improvement. Al was a nice guy and he put up with a lot of crap from Tim; but, too much plaid.

Hawkeye and Trapper on MASH  were a couple of cool guys, but I wouldn’t want one as a sidekick. The practical jokes would get old after a while.

I know a sidekick for the list. How about Mini-Me, Dr. Evils miniature twin. A Mini-Me sidekick would be very cool. He’s on the list with Tonto, Agarn and Jane.

Cheech and Chong were a couple of crazy sidekicks, but what fun would either one be today with states de-criminalizing marijuana? Let’s see – Johnny Carson had Ed McMahon and Dave Letterman has Paul Schaffer. But they aren’t real sidekicks. They go home separately after work. It’s just business.

I’m not a movie person or I consider one of those Siskel and Ebert guys, probably the living one. Harry Potter’s sidekick Ron Weasley was a little slow. However, the witchcraft thing would be interesting.

Let’s see: Bert and ErnieFred and Barney, Yogi and Boo-Boo, Woodstock and Snoopy, Calvin and Hobbs, Daffy Duck and Porky Pig, Quick Draw McGraw and Baba Looey, Sponge Bob Square Pants and Patrick, and Bevis and Butthead; no none of them. But I do like the idea of Gumby and Pokey. What’s wrong with Pokey? He’s a pony and everyone loves a pony. We could ride off into the sunset. Pokey is on the list.

It’s time to choose between Tonto, Corporeal Agarn, Jane, Mini-Me and Pokey.

It’s tough picking a new best friend and sidekick this way. It has to be someone that I can hang out with and do things with, have some fun. Okay, Jane’s out. It would get boring in that tree house after a few months and beside, there is that monkey. Beside that she’d probably nag me to death and want to spend time together swinging on vines. Mini-Me would be a boy-toy, show-off sidekick. While he’d be cool, what could we do? I’d probably step on him.

Okay, down to Tonto, Corporeal Agarn and Pokey.

All three have a lot going for them.

Humm…

Well, Pokey is a horse. True, he can talk, but I can’t bring a horse into the house, my wife wouldn’t buy it. Pokey is out, no animals. But notice he lasted on the list longer than Jane.

Down to Tonto or Corporeal Agarn.

I have to go with Tonto. He’s steady, loyal, brave and true. He would stand beside me no matter what. And he knows all that Indian stuff which is pretty cool. We could ride horses across the high chaparral, rescue damsels in distress, capture bad guys and do good. He’d probably be happy to get away from the Lone Ranger. What was with that mask anyway? Who was he fooling? I could begin going by the name, Kemo Sabe.

Tonto: Sp-Eng Trans, n. fool, dummy, stupid, idiot, adj. foolish, silly, idiotic, soft headed.

Kemo Sabe: There are several translations to this name. It probably means, trusty scout, one who is white, white shirt, friend to the Apache.

I think every once in a while when the Lone Ranger called his sidekick Tonto (stupid in Spanish), if you listen carefully, the Indian responded “qui no sabe” which in Spanish means clueless, or he who knows nothing. How disillusioning to know, that as I watched this show as a kid the Lone Ranger and Tonto were name-calling as they dodged a hail of bullets.

Anyway, if Tonto and I are going to be sidekicks I’d better brush up on my Spanish.

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