Lost proofing - continued

"Lost"

「迷失」

Its something everyone fears and if you have ever spent enough time in nature, most likely you have felt that wave of panic that can roll over you.  Panic, unchecked can lead to shock, which can lead to death.  Having some good outdoor skills is critical to prevent a disaster from ever being a possible scenario.

你若曾在大自然中度過相當一段時間，就都會有這樣的恐懼，你所感受到的很可能一股充斥著全身的恐慌感。恐慌若是沒有加以控制，會導致驚嚇，最後導致死亡。擁有良好的野外活動技能，是使恐慌不會變成災難的關鍵。

Survival skills give you an added confidence and insurance in a worst case situation from ever happening.

而求生技能則能使你更有信心、更能確保最壞的狀況不會發生。

What do you do if you ever find yourself lost?

在察覺到自己迷失時，該怎麼辦呢？

Sit down and evaluate your situation.  Teach your children to do the same.  Roll play it out.

先坐下來，評估眼前的情勢。也教導你的孩子這樣做，在平日就開始角色扮演的練習。

Think yourself through your landmarks, do this with your kids as well.  Look in all directions, try to find those familiar landmarks.  You most likely will be able to backtrack your trail and in case not, the next steps can be calmly planed.

回想你曾經經過的地標，帶著孩子們一起做。放眼四面八方，試著尋找那些熟悉的地標。你很可能可以回溯自己行經的道路，若是沒辦法，則冷靜的規劃下一步。

Teach your kids and yourself to become familiar with your own track.  Size, shoe print (design of tread), stride length, will allow you to backtrack your trail to safety as well.

教導自己和孩子們熟悉自己的足跡，包括尺寸、鞋印、步伐長度等，這些也能幫助你回溯自己的行跡，帶你重返安全之處。

Equip your children with a whistle as well.  Kids like whistles, sound travels pretty well and sound can be a good mechanism to catch peoples attention.

讓孩子帶著哨子，小朋友喜歡哨子，聲音的傳播力很強，是吸引他人注意的好工具。

If night is coming on, it is time to get into survival mode.  ( Learning how to live and make a camp outdoors with what you have available to you ,as well as, and using your natural surrounding to your advantage).

假使天要黑了，就該進入求生狀態。（學習如何在野外，以身邊僅有的東西並運用周遭的天然材料，搭建營地，活下來。）

What do you do if your Child is lost?

孩子若是走失了怎麼辦？

Try not to panic, again it is a level head that will have the greatest chance of overcoming the immediate situation.  Secondly, call the authorities!  Describe your child, what they are wearing, age, where were they last seen, and any other details you can.

先別恐慌，因為只有冷靜的腦袋才有機會克服眼前的危機。接下來是報警。描述孩子的模樣、穿著、年紀、最後看見的位置，及其他相關細節。

If you are confident enough in your abilities, start a search with others.  ONLY IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCED!  Becoming lost yourself will not help.

你若對自己的能力有信心，可以開始與他人展開救援工作。但只在你有救援經驗的前提才可參與，否則你若也走失了，對誰都沒幫助。

I truly recommend learning some basic survival skills to ensure a safe and joyous time in Nature.  How to make a quick, emergency shelter, fire by natural friction type methods using wood only, how to find water and more.  It will increase your confidence and lesson your worry tremendously.  Not to mention, children have so much fun learning these skills as well!

誠摯建議你學習一些基本的求生技能，這樣能確保你在大自然中有段安全愉快的時光。這些技能包括如何搭建快速的緊急避難所、以天然木材摩擦生火、如何找到水源等等。這會增加你的信心，大大減低你的憂慮。更不用說的是孩子們在學習這些技能時能玩得多開心。

If you live on or near Taiwan you can look up our school by going to: www.7generationsoutdoor.omei.net

你若是居住在台灣地區或附近，可前往七世代自然生活學校 www.7generationsoutdoor.omei.net，了解更多訊息。

Lost proofing yourself and children/ Chinese and English

With the infinite outdoors skills one can learn, far and away the most important skill is learning how not to get lost.
在數不盡的戶外生活技能中，一項重要程度遠勝於所有其他技能的技術是學習如何不迷失。

What contributes to being lost ?
怎樣才算迷失了呢？

The first factor is time, we usually have only a limited amount of time to hike, walk, camp. The second factor is having a particular place to go, and the third is, not having the adequate survival skills to live and exist in the natural surroundings you find yourself in at that particular time.
第一個元素是時間，因為我們通常只有有限的時間可以健行、行進、搭營。第二個元素是有特定的目的地要抵達。第三個元素是在你所在之處的當下，不具備足以活下來的生存技能。

Even the most skilled outdoors man can and has gotten lost, even if for a short period of time. There is no such thing as having " a sense of direction". Those that say they have such a sense or nothing more than aware of their surroundings, sun position, weather and a few other factors. So to the untrained these people appear to have almost super human powers.
即使是求生技術高超的野外活動人士也會而且曾經迷失過，就算迷失的時間短暫也一樣。所謂的「方向感」其實並不存在。那些聲稱自己具有方向感的人，其實是對周遭環境、太陽位置、天候和其他因素保持覺察狀態。因此對不曾受過訓練的人來說，這些人似乎擁有超人般的能力。

Here is a test you can do with your friends or family. Find a flat level ground area like a ball field. One that is at least 50 meters long, even better if it is closer to 100 meters long. Have each family member pick out a marker that is directly across the field from them. Now blindfolded, have them walk a straight line to that marker (tree, post...). What you will find is that no one will be able to do it. Why? We are all dominant with one foot or the other. So as we stride and step, we will begin to veer off line as we walk.
你可以和朋友或家人做這個簡單的測試。找一塊平坦空曠的空間，至少有50到100公尺長的場地，例如球場。讓家人或朋友從場邊選定一個跨越場地在對面的目標物（如某棵樹或柱子），然後將其眼睛矇起來，在請他們朝著目標物直直的走過去。你會發現沒人能夠走到目標物前。為什麼？因為我們都有一隻腳是優勢腳，因此當我們邁步前進時，會自然的偏離直線。

So why is this important? In the wilderness, if we were lost and began walking, we can potentially walk in a circle without even knowing.
這有什麼重要性嗎？我們在野外迷失時，很可能會因此繞著圓圈走而不自覺。

So, first off, to remove the possibility of getting lost, you must acquaint yourself with the area you will be traveling in. Maps are a good start. Study them with your children present. Highlight major man made features. ( towns, roads, railways ) as well as, general landscape features. ( rivers, streams , ocean, mountains, trails).
因此，要一開始就把迷失的可能性移除，你必須先熟知即將行經的地區。研究地圖是個好的開始，和孩子們一起研究地圖，把主要的人造物（城鎮、道路、鐵路等）及整個地景特徵（河川、溪流、海岸、山脈、山徑等）標畫出來。

Second, teach yourself and children to not rely on sight alone. In heavy fog, rain or dense jungle sight is very limited. Learn to use your sense of smell, how ocean smells, rivers smell. They are quite different. Sounds is so important as well. What does a stream sound like? A road? The ocean?
其次，教導自己和孩子不要完全倚靠視覺。在大霧、大雨和密林中，視野會受到限制。學習使用嗅覺，聞出海洋和溪流的味道，它們的氣味很不一樣。聲音也很重要。溪流聽起來是怎樣的聲音？馬路、海洋的聲音呢？

Third, tell someone where you are going! Simple but rarely done.
第三點，告知他人你要往哪裡去！這是個簡單卻很少人做到的動作。

Make sure very young children never wander off.
千萬不要讓幼兒自己走開了。

Teach yourself and children to keep in mind always the prominent features they can see on the horizon. The ones that do not move! Mountain peaks, ridges, ocean. NOT CLOUDS! These move. The sun is good to know, but will move across the sky. Mountain ridges will not. Understanding landmarks is also important. Trees, rocks, flowers, trees... Things that will reinforce our orientation.
教導自己和孩子們記得能從地平面看見的重要標的，不會動的標的，例如山峰、山脊、海洋等。別選擇雲朵！雲會飄動。認識太陽也很重要，但太陽會橫跨天空，山脊則不會。這些地標有所了解也很重要，樹木、岩石、花草…能夠強化我們的方向感的事物。

- to be continued.
- 待續

How to find dry wood in a monsoon

How do you find dry wood to start a fire?

Especially when it has been raining for a week straight! 

Here on the Island of Taiwan it rains often... it rains more than often.  The location of this island along with the high mountains tends to make for a challenge when looking for dry wood to make a fire.  But even in the most extreme times, dry wood can still be found, and that could possibly be the difference between life and death.  Temperatures do not have to be very low to experience the symptoms of hypothermia. 

Symptoms:

n          Uncontrollable shivering (although, at extremely low body temperatures, shivering may stop)

n          Weakness and loss of coordination

n          Confusion

n          Pale and cold skin

n          Drowsiness – especially in more severe stages

n          Slowed breathing or heart rate

n          If not treated promptly, lethargy, cardiac arrest, shock, and coma can set in.

n          Hypothermia can even be fatal.

So, being able to find, make and start a fire can be quite important. 

TINDER

Find dry fire starting wood and tinder (flammable material that can take a flame easily in starting a fire).  Standing dead dry grasses, dry ferns, dead pine needles, dried moss, inner dead bark of certain types of trees, all can be used as tinder material.  Finding these materials standing vertically lessens moisture, under thick snags of growth limits moisture like an umbrella, Inner bark or phloem of some trees is excellent when dry to start fires.  Bamboo when brown and dead can be scraped for a tinder bundle. 

STARTER WOOD

Thickness of starter wood should range from pencil lead thickness to about as thick as your thumb.  Having a good working pile of each is most desired.  Start by finding wood that is not laying on the ground.  Ground wood continually soaks up water and because wind and other factors that can help in drying it are limited, this is not preferred wood in starting a fire.  (You can use it, but not until your fire is going strong). 

Look for places where the thinnest of dry dead branches still remain on a tree.  In sheltered locations again preferred. Even if those thin, tiny branches are wet, they tend to dry very quickly because of their size and thickness.  If you find those thinnest of branches point upwards instead of downwards, even better.  Pointing downwards means the water from the tree is constantly dripping off them, continuing to soak those tips.  Branches that point to the sky tend to be dryer because the water is dripping off mid branch or running down the trunk.  Collect them and keep them off the ground!  Try to cover with leaves, branches or anything to limit water intake, until you are going to be ready to start a fire.

If you need, larger branches and logs are good sources for dry starter wood as well.  Hopefully you have a knife, machete, hatchet or sharp edge object that you can carve with.  Carving away the outer layers of wet branch usually reveals some dry wood inside.  Again, look for wood off the ground, maybe a dead branch broken off and snagged in another branch.  When you reach the dry layers, carve wood shavings as long as you can.  Again keep them dry!  

Always remember to practice skills important to your survival before actually needing them.  Next time we will cover how to build and light a fire in the wilderness when it is very wet.

If you have any questions or want further information, please go to http://www.7generationsoutdoor.omei.net

Debris Hut paradise

  Never have I slept more soundly.  I lay in my bed, the bed I spent 3 hrs making.  Layers of ponderosa needles, white oak leaves and small bits of mountain mahogany leaf.   The smells are intoxicating, the blackness void of any light.  If you have never slept in a pine needle cocoon, well you have never had the sweetest smelling bedroom ever!

It took me about an hour to hike on trail and through the bush to get to my destination.  A destination without agenda, goal or purpose.  I just wanted to reach the deepest part of the mountain and enjoy the quiet and solitude.  But before I can relax, I have to make camp for  the day will eventually turn to night.  

I chose a spot with about a dozen mature Ponderous pines because the depth of the needles on the ground were plentiful.  So I found a good long downed branch about 3 meters long and layed it up onto a down tree about two feet off the ground.   Using a branch like a rake I began to rake up the surrounding needles and oak leaves.   I could just crawl into that massive pile and call it a night if I wanted, but I wanted to be sure to stay cozy warm in the temperatures that will definitely drop below 0 Celsius.  

So I need to collect a number of good support branches that look like your ribs and lay them up against that long branch.  Just like the ribs in your chest, these (ribs) ran the whole length of the log just waiting for the warming insulation of those pine needles.  

It took about another hour, but now I have enough.  They are a meter thick over the entire shelter.  Now I am ready for a little wander.  Down to the stream where the spring comes forth out of mother for a good long drink... now it is off to play.   

Not more than 50 meters away from my new home was a giant pile of pine nut shells and juniper berries.  Black bear came by.  Not real fresh but a great sign of bear activity getting ready for the oncoming winter.  A Coopers hawk comes whizzing past my head, I must be close to her nest.  Coyotes calls in the distance.  Night is coming soon.  

I collected two pocket fulls of pinon pine nuts and two flat rocks and proceeded to make a nutty mash for dinner.  After finishing my absolutely favorite nut I whipped out the bow drill  and had me a nice fire to enjoy the transition to night.  

Now the night is overcoming the day.  Cicada's give way to Crickets.  Bluejay's give way to horned owls.  I love that one hour transition of life that takes place around sunset.  Now I will let the fire die and retire to my pine needle cocoon.  

I wake to, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.  It is all around me.  I am still half asleep but wake quickly.  What am I surrounded by.  Hungary Coyotes, BEARS!  Lay there quietly Mike.  About 5 minutes go by and it is quiet, so I remove my shelter door and slowly peak out.  There in the morning dusk was no less than 15 beautiful deer.  They must have been confused by my shelter and smells as much as I was confused waking to that strange sound.  I laid there for ten minutes and we watched each other.  Enjoying each others company, what a great start to the day.  

Nature's Gift

What would you say is the greatest gift you have received upon birth?  Without question I would say Awareness.  We are all born with it.  It is a physical, mental and spiritual connectivity to everything that is around you.  A connectivity that does not have to be thought about to activate.  Awareness should be there like a close friend in times of need, always by our side.  Awareness should keep us in a flow with our surroundings like a surfer moving along that perfect wave always in touch no matter what variable arises, with the ability to change at precisely the right moment.

The great sadness I have is that most everyone walking the Earth right now has lost touch with this most precious gift.  We have allowed outside forces to deaden or even kill our great gift of Awareness, making it look like the need for Awareness does not exist. It is looked upon as almost like the bodies need for the appendix, like a distant remnant needed in prehistoric times only.  The routine of daily life, the encapsulation of modern society seeking to always encourage comfort and safety, the lack of close involvement with Mother Earth, as well as our insatiable need to make lots of $ changing our priorities in daily life, these are the factors at work taking this precious gift from each and everyone of us.

Why is Awareness important? 

If I ask you to consciously climb into a box, one where I will feed what I want you to eat, cloth you with what I want you to wear, house you where and how I want you to live, and provide safety the way I deem fit.  Could you live in my box?  Would you want to live in my box?  If you answer “no” to any of that, then let s take this a bit farther…

Right now in your life, do you feel a void?  Do you feel like something is missing?  Maybe you go shopping for a new dress, or even buy a new car and just a day later or even a moment later you feel no more joy or thrill?  Do you want to know more about the mountains, ocean or that magnificent sunset, and be connected as if you were that mountain, that ocean, that sunset?

Most people do not even consider these questions of disconnect, however, they experience them on a daily basis.  Why?  Because we are now a species of life that only knows actions.  We use our physical senses and logical mind solely.  A people moving along with a way of life that moves at a break neck pace.  No time for deep thought, contemplation, or Awareness.  Out of step with what we really are.  Remember, our ancestors rubbed sticks together to make a fire for thousands of years. Finding the wood, making the tool by hand, collecting firewood, then making a fire, yet we think it is more normal to just drive up to a window ask for a burger and 1 minute later we are eating.  

Being Aware is being receptive, not just being reactive.  Once you are receptive to the regarded information, you then respond accordingly to that processed stimuli.  This is really a simple process, but very hard to do in today’s world.

This is why nature is such a crucial teacher when it comes to reawakening our abilities of Awareness.  Nature comes with its own built in lessons.  These lessons are personalized for each and every one of us to hear.  Nature teaches at the exact speed needed for you to listen, and gives you the exact lesson that you need at any one particular time.  We just have to get our selves in rhythm with nature and Mother Earth once again.  Easily said, not as easily done.

To become receptive and not reactive, one needs to be in nature, to simply observe nature and the dynamics that go on with all life.  In doing this, you will slow down to the speed or pace of nature which is very slow and deliberate, like the drip of water from a faucet.  It is this slow pace that allows for nature to unload her knowledge upon you.

Nature is a beacon or guiding light to that great missing piece called Awareness. It is available to everyone, no purchase is necessary, and the lessons are universal to each and every one of us.    

Fire IS Life 火是生命

Fire IS Life

火是生命

Fire is as alive as you and I.
火和你我一樣的活生生

 Fire is conceived

 火是誕生出來的

 Fire grows.

 火會成長

 Fire matures.
 火會成熟

 Fire dies.
 火會死亡

Mans very existence is tied to his close relationship to fire.
人類與火的關係攸關人類的生死

Fire cooks our food.
火為我們煮食

Fire helps in making our tools.
火幫助我們製造工具

Fire keeps us warm.
火使我們保持溫暖

Fire fills our soul.
火滿足我們的靈魂

Fire keeps us safe.
火讓我們安全無虞

Fire strengthens our soils.
火強化了土壤

Fire enriches the forest.
火豐富了森林

Fire cleanses our waters.
火淨化我們的水

Fire comforts us.
火撫慰我們的心靈

Fire is our companion.
火是我們的伴侶

Fire brings people together.
火令人們聚集在一起

Fire connects us to the spirit realm.
火使我們得以神靈的世界連結在一起

Where would man be without this great gift of fire?
沒有了火這偉大的禮物，人類如今會何在？

Thank you fire.  Thank you.

火啊，感謝你，感謝你。

Fox Walking

The Sandia Mountains outside Albuquerque New Mexico have been closed to human activity for the past month.  It is early June, temperatures are soaring close to 100f, 36c.  It has not rained in nearly 4 months, not a drop.  There are those who either are clueless to the closure of the wilderness, although that is nearly impossible since there are huge signs at every entry location of the mountain saying, high fire risk, closed until further notice. Or there are people who simply ignore the signage and go in anyway.

I just can not resist the temptation to find them and practice a little tracking as well.  Besides, I am a noted volunteer who is allowed into the mountain area, legally.  Did I mention that it was my day off so I do not have to be in full polyester uniform and badge?  I just so happen to have on my moccasins (dear skin, brain tanned) for silent movement and a bit of natural camouflage that I applied at a small natural spring to blend with the mountain landscape.

In the Elena Gallegos city park I noticed a set of prints, human tracks moving off trail and crossing the wire fence which just so happens to come very close to the wilderness boundary   at this particular point.  From the size of the prints, stride of the steps and the synchronicity of their steps, it is definitely a couple.  Most likely holding hands, looking for a little quiet and most likely romantic location.  So being the sport that I am, I decided to allow them time to enjoy aw....  the scenery.

I will check on them a bit later, just to make sure they  make it to their cars and out of the wilderness.

So instead, I will take advantage of a mountain that has had very little human activity for over a month.  You take the humans away and the mountain activity comes alive!

I spotted a group of deer track, quite fresh and decided to follow these track for a bit to see what I could find. I often start with a track, or some other interesting subject that catches my eye.  A rare flower in bloom or a call of a hawk and see where that leads. Wandering and allowing my surrounding to dictate my day is such a great freedom.  One I wish I could bottle and hand out to everyone.

 Back to the track.  These deer were on a easterly trek, moving at a very leisurely pace, why?  Their stride of step was very short, often stopping to browse and zig zagging back and forth like if drunk.   I was starting to lose interest in the track just as I sat down, as a Coopers hawk landed on a wire from an old boundry fence built by sheep ranchers early in the last century.  It was only three feet over my head!  By the looks of it, this hawk was very young.  It was covered in mostly white down and features.  So as I normally do I greeted my new friend.  "Hello young one", I called out.  The hawk merely tilted its head, looked down at me and turned its head away.  So I decided to ask its name, then where it lives, where is its mom, what has it eaten today... This went on for at least twenty minutes.

I came to the conclusion that I was the first human he got a look at and was learning about me, as much as I was learning about it. I guess he got enough of my babbling and flew off down the canyon out of sight.

If nothing else happened today I had a great day!  I made a new friend.

 But was there more to come?    

I was now getting a bit warm and wanted to move closer to the Domingo Baca arroyo that was still running with nice cool mountain water from a good snow pack this past winter.  The animal track and sign was just incredible.  Coyote tracks everywhere, cottontail and jackrabbit tracks were the reason.  Pack rats have built a new home in between two watermelon colored granite rocks.  Roadrunner track, look at the claws on that one!  Gambel's quail, looks like 5, no 6 of them.  The mountain is so alive, if man could just decrease his impact.  Lessen his indicators, maybe more could see all of what is happening here.  But most humans can not, or will not take the time to see, feel, hear what is going on around them.

 I was moving now into the more densely  vegetated area closer to the water, which I can now hear.  The water is running well, the mountain and its life is well nourished.  I decided to take off my moccasins and step into the ankle deep waters.  Cold, but so refreshing.  I hid my mocs and decided to walk up the waters for a bit, or until my feet go numb.  Over a boulder, under some fallen maple branches, move the horsetail and step through the drinking hummingbirds.  Just then.

As I rounded a huge granite boulder, right in front of me, is a silver backed black bears butt!  Right in my face!  I did not hear it or smell it because of the waters. He did not see me, smell me or hear me because of blind luck?  The wind was moving off the mountain towards me! Could not smell me.  I was walking up stream, no indicators in the water. I am 3 feet from the dominant male bear in this section of mountain.  I have seen him and his track and sign for years, now I get a personal upclose encounter.

The first thing I need to do is get my heart beat under control.  Next, I do not look at him straight on.  Wide angle vision to watch this magnificent animal, I do not want to seem a threat.  I now slowly back away to a safe distance.  I can smell him good now, musty sweaty smell.  I will never forget.    I am now on the opposite side of the stream standing behind a ponderosa pine tree that masks my scent a bit, at least I was hoping.   This silver back I now called gramps, because of the gray hair on his back, still shows no fear or indcator of knowing I am here.  I get to watch him overturn a rotting Pinon pine log and eat the harvest of ants and termites from the fallen tree.

What seems like an hour was really only 10 minutes or so.  I have seen many bear in my life, but this is the first time I felt a part of the surroundings.  Granted the privilege of this great treat, or was I fooling myself?  Was it that he was content and groggie with a full stomach?  No.  I really believe it was because for the past hours I was fox walking, walking softly on the earth, kicking up little in the way of indicators.  Not disturbing the natural flow of the area that did this.  My body was quiet, my mind was quiet and my spirit connected to my surroundings.

As I watched gramps move over the ridge and out of sight, I thought back to what a day it was.  The blessings I was given, the lessons in life shared.  I have seen gramps a few times since that day and who knows, I have seen so many coopers hawk, but none that has landed so close again.  It is this day that helps  me when I am feeling a disconnect from things.  Or a disappointment in an outcome.

Clear the mind, quite the body, fox walk in flesh and spirit makes the difference.  And who knows, great gifts you may receive.

And for that couple who went through the fence and into the mountain wilderness?  That is for another day...

Stream Float

I have canoed, swam, sailed and even rafted down a river, but now I will float for over a mile with the current.  Giving myself to the stream as if part of the water itself.  A meditation of sorts, being time rich, that is not being in a hurry and allowing my mind to go blank, trying to feel in the moment.


Why?  


To understand?  I know there is a lesson.  At least, a test.    


The greatest challenge I already know will be the cold.  These waters are chilly and I will be spending about two hrs. in the water if I make it the whole mile.  Hypothermia is a real possibility but I so look forward to this adventure.  


Its a late summer day, mostly sunny and little wind.  Just about as good as it will get when it comes to spending a long day in cold water.  Now its time to go.  I will always remember that very second because up above my head a vulture was circling, soaring in ever larger circles.  Just then a chill ran up my back and goose bumps rose over my arms and legs.  Could that large bird overhead know something more about the day to follow?


I have to say, the first part of getting into the water was a challenge, it was refreshing, but in two hrs., it will be dang cold!  


The stream is close to the sea shore and the flow is very slow due to a minimal grade of slope, at least if I need to get out, it should be pretty easy.  The river bottom is a bit slick and slimy but really feels good squishing up between my toes.  The waters are a deep reddish brown color, that is due to the cedar swamps these waters run through.  So beautiful and quite unique.  


I am now up to my nose in water.  Lift my feet and away I go.....


Reeds, grasses, cedars are all around.  I find it is not easy to float in these fresh waters because I am fairly thin and not too buoyant.  So I kick slightly and find the river current and I move nice and slow.  Then a tangle of grasses.  I stop, go again, tangled again, stop... walk then tangled again as I find I am not floating.  I know of others who have floated down this very stream, did they have this much trouble?  It was a struggle that went on for a while.  I was getting tired and getting no where.  I have to do this in about two hrs., any longer and I will be too cold!   So instead of getting angry or frustrated I decided to turn over and float on my back.


Now, the sky was a pale blue with cotton ball white clouds smattering the sky in an even coating.  Just above me rose a swarm of flies,  dozens... no hundreds but none bothered me.  Just then a swallow came zipping by me at lightening speed and you know what?   I forgot, and became so engrossed in what was going on around me that I lost track of time and my earlier problems, I was moving down stream, I was so enjoying my time and most important, I wasn't cold.


Until I thought about it.  Then, wham!   I was freezing cold.  Shivering uncontrollably.  I pulled myself to shore and laid there on a partially muddy stream edge in between a bunch of reeds. 


Ok, after a 20 minute break I was warm again.   I slid slowly back  into the waters.  Then started to float down stream on my stomach once again.  A second later, I was stuck.  Lots of cedar logs, which rot slowly and have multiple branches still attached, reeds and grass.  I tried to pull myself through the down logs and scratched my stomach all up.  Then got stuck in the thick bog mud around the swamp area I found myself in.   Wow, this is not easy and I still have so long to go!  Just at this point, a place of being tired, dirty and getting cold, that I remembered back to when this was all working.  


I flipped to my back and started to float, not working against the grasses and reeds, but not caring and trusting the waters to take me where ever it wanted.  The current ever so gently picked me up and guided my body around one, then two, then three huge down cedars.  I watched the squirrels quarreling above my head, the clouds drifting past my head, and the grasses bending and moving along my head.  My mind left my troubles behind and I slowly slid along not a care in the world.  This is what it feels like to be one with your surrounding.   It was beyond description.  I felt so happy I began to shed a tear.  I did not want this time to ever end.  I drifted not disturbing a single living thing.  The birds never fled in alarm, the insects parted way as I came by.  Life was good!   Just at that point I found myself approaching a brown colored bridge, my journey had ended.  I pulled myself from the waters and just then, not for the last 30 minutes, just now, I was getting cold again.  Having to crawl out of that natural church of sorts.  A place so spiritually holly, only to  have to walk up to the waiting car, along a loud highway scattered with garbage and debris. 


 I had just gotten one of the greatest gifts of life though fleeting, it still resonates with me today.  To live life as one with your surroundings.  It is almost effortless.  Live life swimming outside the natural flow, it is hard and sometimes painful.   The answer I came to...


Always go with your heart.  And that is what I do, my heart leads me and I am happy.   

Seven Generations Outdoor School

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Reconnecting adults and children with 

Mother Earth...

Finding that personal connection with the Earth deepens one’s love of nature and enriches life.

Children are the future, and without children rooted in the earth and nature, there can be no future.  An old Native American saying tells that when a decision is made, it must be made on behalf of seven generations to come.  Having such a  deep personal connection to the Earth gave the Native American the sensitivity to know if the actions they were taking made for positive change for their people and  all life.   If it did not, no action would be taken.  And that is why we call our school Seven Generations.

By replanting our feet back in the earth, we bring hope and promise of a brighter future. 

Seven Generations Outdoor School offers the making of tools and skills that will fully connect you to nature, like primitive shelters, friction fire, baskets, cordage, bowls and utensils, animal tracking, throwing sticks, tanning hides, camouflage, flint knapping, awareness, fishing spears, bows, arrows, and vision quest.  It is these ancient skills and tools that will create the personal connection to life and Earth, enriching at the same time as they teach.

It is our responsibility to hand down these great gifts, and here they are, in the form of  classes.  These skills and tools are the true teachers, and we just the facilitators.

Reconnection on this primitive level, brings out an understanding, a personal relationship with the Earth that can only be felt by this type of full emersion in nature.  Planting one's feet back in the earth in this way will make the future a brighter place for our children and grandchildren to come.

Seven Generations Outdoor School invites you to come join us, see you soon!

Mikes Field Guide: Buried Alive

Mikes Field Guide: Buried Alive: We are digging a hole, Stan, Josh, Maria, and I.  A hole to spend the next 4 hours living a slow death.  Death of the old Mike and birth i...

Love of Life

It was a cool spring day.  A stiff northwest breeze was blowing up in the foothills.  I had just finished all my early day duties and decided to sit outside the entry booth of the Elena Gallegos Park.  It is a wonderful view that contains a vista that runs some 150 miles across, on an average clear New Mexico day.  You can see mountains, volcanoes, mesas and buttes across the entire horizon.  The Rio Grande river snakes from north to south, and the entire city of Albuquerque is laid out before you like an aerial road map.   

The Elena Gallegos Park is run by the city of Albuquerque, it is a multi use facility, with about 700 acres of hiking, biking and horseback riding trails.  There are also picnic and barbeque areas and in all sees about 150,000 visitors a year.  At the time, I was a park attendant at the park, taking care of cleaning, and maintenance of the park and facilities.

I had sat down right next to a juniper that sits just north of the parks entry booth.  No sign of any one around until a man in full biking outfit came cruising along trail 365.  This trail runs in full view of where I sat and crosses the road to the park just some 70 feet in front of me.  This cyclist crossed the road and kept riding until the trail takes a slope down into the south pino arroyo.  He got off his bike and stopped, looking back for someone.  About 10 seconds went by when a second biker rode into view.  This cyclist was much smaller, and wearing a pink and blue outfit and pink helmet. The cyclist slowly crossed the road, and just before she got to the other side stopped to walk her bike over a large bump where the trail continued.  Or at least that is the reason I thought she had stopped for.  She stood there straddling her bike, looking straight down on the ground just in front of her bike.  She would not move.  She would not take her eyes off the ground.

The first cyclist now yelled out loudly, “What are you waiting for?!”  No answer came from the small pink biker.  Now noticeably upset the first cyclist yelled again, “Get on your #%&! Bike and get going!”  The pink cyclist then said rather softly and with a frightened tone,” but there are ants.  I do not want to hurt the ants.”

I will always remember this next statement, because it so puts into reference what motivates, and controls so much of what most people think in today’s, 21^st century, American society.  And that motivational control is fear.  Fear of the unknown, Nature, and the fear of oneself. 

The pink clad cyclist’s father then yells, “Get on your bike right now, the hell with the ants…. Do you want the coyotes to get you and kill you?   I sat there in complete shock.  Here is a 6 to 7 year old girl, I am guessing, one with such sensitivity to life around her, life itself and she is yelled at, her feelings ignored, and fear instilled in her to boot.  She got on her bike, rode off and disappeared into the arroyo.

I sat there, having witnessed an answer to a question I have beaten myself up with time and time again.  Why or how does this society, feel so removed, so uncaring for our mother earth? 

We are born caring.  Love is part of us from the start.  Just like that pink colored cyclist.   It is nurturing, or lack of it, it is society, or lack of it, that strips this love from us. We also view nature as wilderness.  Not natural, but wild.  Wild is to be tamed, that is the stance this society preaches.  Ants on the ground are natural.  That little girl had enough love in her heart to feel for those ants.  

Nature is pure love. Nature is part of us.  Deep in our genes nature lies.

Buried Alive

We are digging a hole, Stan, Josh, Maria, and I.  A hole to spend the next 4 hours living a slow death.  Death of the old Mike and birth into a new. 

This will be new to all of us.  Never in my wildest dreams would I think being put into a hole, alive, and being completely buried up till  my mouth and nostrils were the only thing exposed, .change my life forever. 

Generations of indigenous experienced this right of passage, now it was my turn.  As I lower myself willingly into this ‘ hole of life”, I call it, a pulse of adrenalin pumped into my head, like I was about to bungee jump from the highest bridge, but with no cord for my safety net. Now laying flat on the cool, sandy soil my fellow Questers began to slowly cover me.  Starting at my toes, then slowly moving up my naked body, except for a bathing suit to protect my privates, every cell of my flesh began to tingle.  Breathing slow and relaxed, the way my elders advised me to do.  With each breathe the dirt and sand around me readjusted and tightened its embrace upon my entire body.  The last thing I saw was the tree limbs and canopy of the near by pitch pines above my head and the sun to my immediate right peaking in and out of the cotton ball looking clouds.  Maria laid a bandana across my mouth and nose to stop any dirt from getting in my way of breathing.

My mind has to be free of distraction not worrying about my next breathe.  The last hand full of dirt were placed around my head and now my friends slowly left me there to die my little death. 

My mind needs to be clear, but it is a tough struggle.  Relax, breathe, stop thinking about 80 pounds of dirt piled on my chest!  Relax, relax…. stop it Mike.  As I started to relax, I started to feel a tickling on my stomach.  What is that?  It is driving me nuts.  I know it’s a small bug, but it had power over me.  I can not remove it.  Just let the feeling pass out of you Mike, and it did not bother me anymore.  Well, actually, I think the bug just moved on. 

All of a sudden I heard a low, muffled, deep sound rumble.  It started at my left ear, went across my whole body to finish at my right ear.   Then it happened again, only I felt it first in my feet and it past to my head.  Just then I got really worried.  It is a huge truck coming through the forest and I am going to be squished!  Then I remembered my friends were out there in the vicinity and they would stop any truck. 

What seemed like a long time went by.  But I really can not be sure.  You lose track of time, and it could have been two minutes for all I know.  I also could not be sure of was this new, unexplainable but exciting sensation I was experiencing.  I just could not figure out where my feet and hands were.  Now, I know they were still attached, but for the life of me they could have been two feet away from my body or twenty!  I felt that I was almost melting, losing the physical sense of my body itself. 

And then, the most incredible 5 minutes ( or not) of my experience began to happen.  I felt one rain drop hit my nose threw the thin bandana.  It then began to sound like pork was sizzling in a Wok.  ALL AROUND ME!  In front, behind, left and right, then a drop of water hit my mouth.  It was raining.

But as the ground began soaking up this moisture, the most incredible feeling came over me.  I actually felt in my body the roots from all those pines around me begin to draw up that precious moisture.  I felt it in my body and I felt it in my soul this water being drawn through me as if I was becoming part of the soil, part of the rain and then my felling of becoming part of the pine tree drawing up the life force into it.  I had no sense of the physical boundary that was my body.  We are energy, we are the life force.  I feel part of things around me!  This notion came crashing into my head like a tsunami.  For one second I became one with everything around me.  It only takes one second to change a life. 

Just then my friends began to unearth me from my grave.  And back in my body I was, looking up at the canopy of pines in which I was one second earlier, a whole new Mike.