Commencement

In line for diplomas (Allie at bottom looking up)

This past weekend, my daughter Allie graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, majoring in business marketing and minoring in global studies.  We adopted Allie from China just before her first birthday. She will surely encounter bumps ahead as she makes her way through life, but Allie has the determination (stubborn streak) to prevail.


Our extended family celebrated at a Brazilian grill in downtown Milwaukee. Just getting everyone to the ceremony and the restaurant was a challenging task.  The grandparents are getting up there in age, and all have mobility issues.  Julia's dad needed a wheelchair.  He's still able to walk but not long distances as was required this day.  Julia's stepdad, Bob, took the day off from his assisted living center, and was driven down from Appleton by Julia's brother, Scott.

Scott with his back to the wall on the left
Scott survived a brain aneurysm as a young adult. Scott was in an induced-coma for months.  The road to recovery was a long one and left him with some residual physical issues. During recovery, he went through a divorce and could not return to his job as a multi-color printing press operator.  Still, Scott never lost his lust for life, music, and good times.  He found a new occupational path, working part-time security and ushering events.  Scott's story is one of resiliency. His passion is music.

My parents don't travel well in the winter, so they weren't able to come from Iowa.  My dad was a professor for many years at UW-Milwaukee, and my mother received her doctorate there, so they are well-acquainted with the ceremony.

We had a good time at the restaurant.  None of us had eaten at a Brazilian grill before.  There's an extensive and rather fancy salad bar that even included marinated quail eggs.  Then the servers bring skewers of different kinds of meat to each table, where they slice off pieces for you to grab with your tongs.  Julia was quite enthusiastic.






Earth Tones




  Rowan Creek Fishery Area

As the photo above shows, we hiked this week to Rowan Creek Fishery Area.  Located near Poynette, Wisconsin, this state-owned property isn't very far from our house, but we rarely hike here because it's heavily utilized by hunters and has less defined trails.



Things started out well with a nice wide trail. Another reason that we don't hike here is that it's usually wet and muddy.  Fortunately, the trail was mostly frozen this day.



Eventually, the trail narrowed until we were clearly following a deer trail.  And then it ended in a thicket between two tributaries of the creek.

Slack's Hill (Ice Age Trail)

It seems that our months of November and December have flipped.  We had lots of snow in November, yet the first half of December has been gray with scant amounts of snow, sprinkled with freezing rain. Nights have been cold, however, and the snow-making equipment in Wisconsin's mountainous regions has been busy.  


What?  You say that Wisconsin doesn't have mountains?  In the center of the photo above, you can make out the ski runs at the ominous-sounding Devil's Head resort.  This is the Baraboo range, a buried mountainous area 25 miles long by 5 miles wide containing rocks that are 1.5 billion years old.  Highly eroded over the years, the Baraboo range reaches current elevations slightly over 1000 feet.

Plans

The big development for the week is that Julia and I have decided where we will take our winter trip.  We're committed because we bought airline tickets, but we don't have any place to stay yet.  It's always a little unnerving for a frugal guy like me to attach money to travel plans without knowing for sure that my son will have care-giving and will be in good standing to continue school.  Justin is often confident that things will be all right, but that confidence isn't always well-placed.  


As an example, this week, Justin texted us this photo:


A few things immediately stood out to us.  No, it wasn't that Justin was playing laser tag in his power wheelchair.  It was that his power wheelchair was located in Madison, Wisconsin. You might ask why that matters.  Well, Justin lives in the dorms at Wisconsin-Whitewater.  Justin doesn't drive, so his wheelchair van lives with us.  How did Justin get to Madison, Wisconsin?

Several of his buddies picked Justin up out of his wheelchair and put him into the seat of a large SUV.  Then, they picked up Justin's 400 lb power wheelchair and tipped it over onto its side so it would fit in the back of the large SUV to take him to Madison.  This is not in the wheelchair manual for recommended transport.

Fortunately, Justin had fun, and the wheelchair made it both ways without apparent damage.  If I had any hair left, things like this would turn my hair white.  He could have asked us to transport him back and forth, which we could have done with some planning, but Justin is the spontaneous sort. I guess that I was too when I was 20, but I wasn't texting photos of my risky choices to my parents. 

Assuming Justin is heading back to school next January, we will be adding a new continent to our list of travels.  I had to look it up to be sure, but that's enough of a teaser for now. 

Humble Pie with a Side of Mud


As readers to my blog already know, the Gibraltar Rock Natural Area is one of my favorite places to hike.  It's the baby brother hiking destination to Devil's Lake State Park, which is on the other side of the bluff in the photo above-- across the Wisconsin River.  Devil's Lake draws three million visitors per year.  If I see a couple of people on a weekday at Gibraltar Rock, it feels crowded.  Gibraltar Rock is a ten minute drive; the state park is about 45 minutes drive.

Gibraltar's Rock's trail rises to an elevation above 1200 feet.  That's nothing for people used to mountain ranges, but it's a big deal in the Midwest. Yesterday, hiking conditions were fluid.  The snow was mostly melted.  The ground has been freezing overnight.  The sun softens up the sunny part of the trail during the day, while the shady parts remain firm.


  I tend to be a fast hiker.  I've always been a fast walker. Thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail during my younger years taught me a lot about foot placement that became ingrained over the years when covering terrain.

I was feeling at the top of my game yesterday.  Callie and I cruised to the top and then jogged down the back side.

Fearless Callie
 After power walking up the old closed road, we took a few minutes to sit and enjoy the view.


I admired the old cedars, hanging out at the edge of the 200-foot sheer cliff and thriving.  We took off fast down the trail back to the truck.  I guess I was daydreaming about future destinations when Gibraltar Rock reminded me to take her seriously.

I was walking on a frozen leaf-covered trail when my left foot slid on a soft spot exposed to the sun.  No problem.  I've caught my balance many times in similar situations.  Unfortunately, my right foot was no help, as it was sliding too.  My body was out in front of my sliding feet.  Suddenly, I was flying through the air on my way to a face-plant on the trail.

There wasn't much I could do at this point, but I did manage to twist my body so that I landed on my side, which slid through about six feet of soft mud.  When I came to a stop, Callie looked up at me as if to say, "What was that?"  I picked myself up, established that nothing was broken, except my pride.  My left side was covered with mud from my shoes to the top of my hat.

I would have taken a picture, but my hands were full of mud with no way to clean up.  Let's be honest.; there was no way I was taking a photo.  I trudged slowly back to the truck, drove home and threw everything into the washing machine.

Today, my body sore, Callie and I hiked on city sidewalks.  Maybe we'll head back into the woods tomorrow. 

Into December



For the first time in many years, we did not go to Kentucky for Thanksgiving. Things change, and this year my son Justin and my father-in-law Gene were not able to make the eight hour drive.  

Gene is stable after a stroke at Christmas last year and a long recovery period.  He has his sense of humor back, but it's a slog at this point for recovery of physical skills.  One of the big adjustments has been a 50% loss of field of vision in both eyes, making driving impossible and even watching tv difficult.

Justin continues to battle the progression of Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy, but things have been quite difficult functionally.  He can't transfer anymore without a mechanical lift.  I used to just pick him up and move him around, but he doesn't have enough muscle structure for me to do that without hurting him.  Justin still has function in his hands, head and neck.

An executive decision was made to host Thanksgiving at our house, and things were a bit crazy for a few days with every bed taken, along with some inflatable mattresses and camping pads on the floor.

The weather here wasn't great.  My parents, who are in their eighties, were unable to drive over from Iowa due to rain, cold, and high winds.

I was in charge of the turkey, stuffing, and gravy.  Those were things that I did well before we started going to Kentucky, but I'm out of practice, which added to my stress level.  I can't say that the quality was anywhere near what Jill prepares in Kentucky, but we made it through.

Daughter Allie assisting


As the kids are now all becoming adults and the adults are becoming frailer, it will get harder and harder to have these gatherings with everyone present.  I'm grateful that it could happen at least one more time.

Julia's sister's family

One of our unique family Thanksgiving traditions is to celebrate my nephew Zach's birthday on the last day of our visit.  He is 17 this year.  In the photo above, you can see that he has outgrown his father, who is taller than me.  Below, we are gathered for tacos and ice cream cake.


Both of my kids are busy finishing up their semesters at college.  Allie will graduate in just a couple of weeks and is busy interviewing for jobs.  With the primary gun hunting season over, I'll be returning to the woods for hiking.

This might not be your Cup of Tea


 The Deer Hunt Begins

When I wake up each morning, I hear the sound of gunshots.  No, I don't live in the the Inner City.  I live in rural Wisconsin, where 500,0000 deer hunters take over the woods during this time of year.

Only four people got shot on opening day this year, mostly shooting themselves in the foot.  The deer hunt season is actually much safer now than when I was a kid.  Fatalities are rare these days.  Of course, when I was a kid, I lived in a square mile inhabited by 18,000 people.  There wasn't much hunting going on there.

Where I live now, hunters are active on two sides of my own property.  Less than a mile from my house, vehicles line up to drop off deer carcasses for processing at Lodi Sausage Company.  Yesterday, I saw two huge bucks hanging off the back of someone's pickup truck on Main Street.

Julia comes from a family of hunters.  As a kid, eating steak usually meant one of her dad's venison steaks.  No one on my side of the family hunted.  I'm pretty sure my dad never fired a rifle after the Korean War.  Julia's dad never pushed me to hunt; however, he did try to get me to help out with butchering deer.  I like the taste of venison ok, but it isn't my favorite.  One time, he told me that if I didn't help out with butchering, I wasn't going to get any of the venison.  I told him that was fair.  No, I haven't missed it.  

New Brewing Project 

I've brewed coffee, tea, beer, wine, mead, and cyser.  When I owned the coffee roastery/shop, an employee told me that I should try kombucha, a fermented tea served cold.  That didn't sound good to me at all.  Sour cold tea?  What the heck?

As I've become older, however, my taste buds have evolved and my desire for alcoholic beverages has diminished to some extent.  Having a few beers before bed, and then having to get up in the middle of the night to visit the bathroom or to wake up with a slight headache isn't as much "fun" as it was in my younger days.  I'm not interested in giving up beer, but I'm focused on more quality and less quantity.

During the last year, I've had occasion to try kombucha a few different times.  It wasn't anything like I imagined. I would describe kombucha as tart, not sour.  Often, it's flavored with some of my favorite herbs and/or spices, such as ginger or mint.  Additionally, I find it to be a great thirst quencher.  Unlike beer, where one can turn to two or three, I find myself satisfied with a single kombucha.  

There is a downside to buying it commercially.  Kombucha costs about the same as a beer at the coffee shop, and there isn't much of a discount when buying it at the grocery store (about $2.50 to $4.00 for a pint).  The expensive cost of imported beer was what drove me to make my own beer in the first place.  The ingredients for beer cost a fraction of the price of retail.  


The same is even more true of kombucha, which is made with sweet tea.  With five teabags, a cup of sugar, and a magic hockey puck (more on that later), a gallon of kombucha can be made for less than a dollar.  There is some work and some passage of time involved, but it's even less involved than making beer.




After the tea is brewed and the cup of sugar is added and stirred in (sweet tea), cold water is added to dilute the tea and to cool off the liquid below 86 degrees.  Now comes the magic hockey puck, known as the scoby.  


The scoby is a Symbiotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeast, which eats the sugar in the sweet tea.  Over the course of a week, the result is a very low alcoholic and low calorie tart beverage.  The scoby in the photo above is the "mother" scoby that I purchased commercially.  A scoby can also be obtained over a longer period of time by adding unfiltered, commercial kombucha to the sweet tea.   My commercial scoby came as part of a kit that was actually put together at a place in Madison, Wisconsin.  They don't have a retail shop, so I bought it from them on Amazon.  That's the world we live in.

After a week of fermentation, the mother scoby gives birth to a baby scoby.  You can see the baby to the right in the first photo of this blog post.  Like most babies, this one is a little messy and smaller. The two scobys can go into the next batch or can be split up into two separate batches.  When one has two many scobys, they can be given away to a friend or stored in a refrigerated scoby house.  Or it can be tossed in the garbage.  Every batch of kombucha results in a new baby scoby.

At this point, the kombucha can be consumed without additional flavorings or carbonation.  However, most people bottle the kombucha with a small amount of sugar (to create carbonation) and flavorings.  Along with a half of teaspoon of sugar per pint bottle, I use hot water steeped in fresh ginger and then strained.  The filled bottles sit out at room temperature for a few days and then go into the refrigerator so they don't get too carbonated and explode.  You can buy fancy new bottles for this or reuse commercial kombucha bottles (which I do).  

My total cost for seven pint bottles of kombucha per week is less than a dollar.  There are all kinds of health claims for kombucha.  The most common is that it promotes healthy gut bacteria (probiotics).  If there are any health benefits, that's a bonus for me because I drink it because I like it.  

If anyone is interested in making their own kombucha, I recommend buying a kit.  The one I got from The Kombucha Shop is a good one, but I'm sure there are other good ones.  This isn't rocket science. No brewing experience necessary. There are also many youtube videos and websites providing useful directions.

Deer Season Approaches


In the early morning, it's time to reload the wood stove.  Callie stayed far away from the stove when she first joined the family.  Now, I find myself dragging her hot body back when the stove starts pumping heat out into the room.

As soon as Julia leaves for work, Callie begs to go outside to play ball, no matter what the weather is.  After an hour or so of being inside again, she starts nagging me to go on our long walk/hike for the day.  Callie keeps me from being a lazy slug when the weather isn't the best.

Today, we had all kinds of weather during our hike at Gibraltar Rock.  We started off with light flurries, followed by rain, and then finished with sleet.  It was a typical gray November day.




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We had company over the weekend.  Dave and Ruth drove over from Milwaukee.  We spent some time at a new-to-us brewpub in Madison:  the Rockhound Brewing Company on South Park Street.  Good beer, good company  It doesn't get better than that. Later, we went to the Night Market near the state capitol.




Earlier in the week, Julia and I went for a snowy hike at Lake Kegonsa State Park, followed by malted beverages and nachos at the Waypoint Public House.




I also had a nice hike on the Fern Glen Segment of the Ice Age Trail.  It's about an hour in/out hike up and down hilly woods.  We added some length with a road walk at the south end.  There's also a side trail to Susie's Rock.  Lodi is known for Susie the Duck.  Susie is a fictitious duck on Main Street where ducks on the dole congregate for seed corn distributed by humans from a vending machine. 

On the other hand, Susie's Rock is a quiet place in the woods where area resident Susan Groves like to sit back in the late 1800's.  I prefer the rock.


 


Opening Day for gun deer season starts this Saturday morning.  I'll be off the trails for ten days after that, limiting my exercise to city paths.  I also have a new project brewing that I will write about.  Thanks for reading.

More Winter Scenes


Our early winter continues.  I traded my snowshoes for my medium-duty Dahner hiking boots.  The snow wasn’t deep enough for snowshoes. The hiking boots provided extra support for the hidden rocks and stumps lurking under the snow.

Gibraltar Rock was a winter wonderland.  No prior footsteps or paw prints in the snow meant that Callie and I found the solitude that we were looking for.



We chose the Upland Trail out of the Steinke Basin parking lot.  Trail conditions alternated between icy and windy out of the sun to soggy and warm in the sun.  We didn’t see anyone else hiking all morning



Later in the week, we celebrated Julia’s transition to half-time status at work.  On Thursday, we headed to Devil’s Lake State Park for a hike.  The ferry generally stays open into December, until the river and/or the boat becomes to icy.  The hydraulic ramps were icing up on this morning, causing delays. 


After the hike, we stopped in at the newly-opened Tumbled Rocks Brewery and Kitchen near the north entrance to the park.  The food and beer were both good.  We will return.


On Friday night, we received an unexpected call from the Campus Police Department at Justin’s college.  Almost exactly a year from the date that he broke his leg from a fall, he fell out of his wheelchair again.  Another ambulance ride, another hospital visit.  Thankfully, this time he didn’t break anything. He’s sore but still at school.


Early for Snowshoes?



My blogging has slowed down recently, as I’ve been working each day to move posts over to to blogger.  If anything especially exciting was going on, rest assured that I would let my faithful readers know.  But the truth is that not much is going on in my life right now–that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

The highlight of the week was our first snowshoe trip of the year.  Conditions were not ideal.  There was just enough snow to cover the rocks and stumps, which made tripping easy.  I didn’t ever fall, but I did have a few close calls.


The nasty blister on my right heel is my own fault.  I decided to hike using a pair of newish boots that my father-in-law Gene gave me this summer.  The fit from front to back was good, but there was too much wriggle from side to side.  I should have known better.  I’m using moleskin now to protect the rather deep wound (no pics).


One of the benefits of copying and pasting all of the blog posts from the beginning of the blog is I get to see where I’ve been the last few years.  I’ve never been someone to spend very much time looking at my own past, but it’s not a bad thing, I’ve decided.

Fall Hikes


This is the time of year that hiking becomes problematic on Wisconsin’s public lands.  It used to be that Wisconsin’s deer season started the week before Thanksgiving and ended the weekend after Thanksgiving.  Now, with all of the special hunts to reduce deer populations and chronic wasting disease, the chances of running into a hunter in mid-October through Christmas have greatly increased. When hunters with loaded weapons appear on the trails, it’s time for me to take my walks elsewhere.

Ice Age Trail: Cannery to Twin Pines

On Monday of this week, Callie and I hiked the Ice Age Trail segment from the Lodi Cannery to Twin Pines without any incident whatsoever.  It’s a beautiful time of year to hike: fall colors, comfortable temps, reduced mosquitoes, and fewer people on the trails, especially on weekdays.   We hiked Slack’s Hill on Tuesday and enjoyed similar conditions. On Wednesday, we went back to the Cannery segment.  Things had changed, and it wasn’t even deer hunters.

First, I should say that I don’t have any moral issues with hunters harvesting game within the rules.  I don’t hunt, but I’ve eaten game many times and helped to butcher farm  animals also.  Meat doesn’t come from a foam package covered with plastic wrap.  It comes from a living animal. Unfortunately, there are a lot of hunters that don’t play by the rules or are otherwise inconsiderate. 

Additionally, some of the rules make hunting a little bit more like gathering.
It was obvious when we came out on top of the hill that state-raised pheasants were just  released.  A couple of birds came across the trail right in front of us.  There was no great surprise when we saw a bird hunter ahead of us. 

Unfortunately, he was hunting right on the hiking trail with two unleashed dogs.  In Wisconsin, it’s illegal to hunt within 100 yards of the Ice Age Trail, but there’s little enforcement.  I suppose I could have made a citizen’s arrest or told him that he was breaking the law, but he had a loaded gun.  So there’s that.

The hunter’s back was to us.  He was trudging along with his gun without any idea that we were coming up behind him.  I stopped about 100 feet away (Callie on leash), and waited for him to notice us and leash his dogs.  My plan was to go around and past him, continuing our hike. As you might expect, his dogs were the ones to eventually notice us.  They both started running at Callie.  The hunter didn’t move but started swearing at the top of his lungs.  When one of the dogs got within 20 feet, I picked up Callie (who wanted to “kill, kill, kill”, despite the other dogs being twice her size).

I yelled, “Go home,” The dogs looked at me questioningly.  I yelled “Go home” again,  and they turned around.  When the dogs made their way back to the hunter, he made no effort to leash his dogs, but continued to walk slowly down the middle of the Ice Age Trail, gun on his shoulder.  I turned around and headed home.  It was time to leave that public property until after Christmas. Hiker-friendly laws aren’t much good when ignored by hunters.

 

 Devil’s Lake State Park

On Thursday, Julia took the morning off and we got up very early to take the ferry across the Wisconsin River.


The sun was just starting to come up when we started up the east cliff trail. There was no one else on the trail, except for a lone photographer snapping photos of the sun hitting the west cliffs.  The lake was so beautiful.  We then hiked up and down the west cliff trail.


 

Playing with Wood

Between hikes, I’ve been making progress with the firewood pile.  I identified several fallen trees in my woods to cut up.  Because I live on a hill, the rounds get thrown down the hill, loaded into my truck and taken to the processing area.  Here, the wood is hand split with a maul and then stacked.
This year’s wood is stacked on pallets in my pole barn (5 full cords).  Next year’s wood is off to the left in the photo.  I need to get to work on the spaces on the right.  Split hardwood benefits from two or three years of aging in stacks to get the moisture levels down below 20%, which is optimal for wood stoves.  Typically, I heat with wood full time from October to April.  The furnace only goes on if we’re out of town overnight.


Changing of the Seasons


Summer came to a rapid close in south-central Wisconsin.  We literally moved from air conditioning season to heating season.  I’ve been building at least one fire each day to take the chill off since arriving back at home.


I’ve moved back into my Wisconsin routine.  I try to hike at least five miles each day.  Hunting season is rapidly approaching, so I’m taking advantage of the window and hiking all of the nearby Ice Age segments.



Closer to home, the deer are starting to move–nearly to our back door.



Brewedjourney.com

There will be some changes to Brewed Journey.  The introductory rate for my web hosting service is ending in February. Because this is clearly a hobby blog for personal enjoyment, there doesn’t seem to be a good reason to pay a significantly higher rate.   The plan is to move the blog over to Blogger (free).  It should be a tedious but seamless move for the old posts. The layout will necessarily change, but I don’t think it will be for the worse. I look forward to trying something new.

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