I woke up this morning to above-freezing temperatures and a gentle drizzle of rain. Barely enough precipitation filtered through the tree canopy to wet the grass below.
After hiking up the dry creek bed and weaving my way through thick underbrush, I finally found a spot where the creek was still flowing. The crisp cool water was refreshing after the hour-and-a-half journey and then I found a shorter route back that only took about forty-five minutes. The creek seems like it's about as far away from ant village as basecamp, but I could be wrong. For now, I may continue to fill up my water jugs at basecamp rather than the creek, since I often head down there for one reason or another anyway.
On the other hand, the walk to the creek is full of wild beauty, and while the deer and birds didn't hold still long enough for me to snap a picture, this shelf mushroom did.
There was a lovely dusting of snow on the ground when I woke up this morning. It continued to snow off and on until the afternoon, but it melted faster than it accumulated.
I made some progress on building my first hugelkultur wall along my eastern border. There was tons of old logs just to the east, many of them charred as if somebody had tried to have a big spread-out bonfire several years ago. Paul said it would be fine for me to use them for my hugels, even though they weren't on my plot.
It was naive of me to assume that I would be the first ant here. Thousands, perhaps even millions of ants are already hard at work gardening in antville.
Hi Evan, I will be coming out in July. You are the person who will be answering the logistics questions for the super weeks, so let me know your email and I will ask my questions. Glad you are there. You will be a local guru by the time I get there. Best of luck. Enjoy your journey. Thanks, Natalie Manor
My first bit of advice is that if you are going to be a mime, you shouldn't talk. Even the tiny ad is nodding: