A new take on snow fences

Growing up by Lake Michigan snow fences were always a depressing sight. Once they were up, school was starting and beach days were quickly coming to an end as fall and then winter were in the near future. My perspective and appreciation of snow fences has now taken on a whole new perspective. Granted ours aren't construction orange, but two 50 foot Spartan green rolls from Menards have become my best friends this summer.


After battling deer, rabbits, and who knows what other invaders last summer, I was prepared to grow a successful garden. With the help of two important men in my life, the Nyberg garden became a fortress and I am proud and pleased to announce we have been enjoying the fruits of our labor all summer so far!

Check out Dave's handiwork!

Dad and I putting up posts with the fence

I counted tonight on my dinner plate and there were 8 vegetables--corn on the cob, snap peas, beans, yellow onions, green onions, green peppers, broccoli, and cauliflower. 5 of them were homegrown and all from the U.P. Just can't seem to get enough of the fresh produce this time of year has to offer. Now to start canning so we can enjoy some of the harvest in the months to come!

Enjoy the following pictures of some of the veggies--mmmm.

Tomatoes

Romaine Lettuce

Peppers

Sugar Snap Peas

String Beans (tri-color)

Broccoli

Cauliflower

"The Conservation President"

Long before he would become the 26th President of the United States, a twenty-nine-year-old Theodore Roosevelt had one of those personal epiphanies that changes one's perspective and outlook on life. In December of 1887 he returned to Manhattan from one of his regular adventures to the Dakotas to check in on his cattle ranch, but more importantly, disappear into the Badlands to cleanse his soul in pursuit of game and solitude. He was sorely disappointed to witness first-hand the devastation of the wildlife and landscape in the American frontier, a stark contrast to the western country he had grown to love and enjoy as a respite from society and politics.

According to Roosevelt's Pulitzer Prize winning biographer, Edmund Morris, as the new father of a young son, Roosevelt became determined to utilize his political skills and newfound notoriety "to preserve game animals from extinction" so that future generations may enjoy and benefit from the quintessential American identity engrained in the beauty of our natural resources. After a dinner meeting on December 8, 1887 at Roosevelt's home in Manhattan with the likes of George Bird Grinnell and other notable figures who would become fathers of the American conservation movement, the Boone & Crockett Club was born. With Mr. Roosevelt as its president, the Club would become the first major organization of its kind to lobby Congress and other political decision makers for conservation of wildlife and America's natural resources. 

Theodore Roosevelt in full buckskin hunting garb, circa 1885 (Photo credit: Library of Congress)

Years later as President, the Republican Roosevelt would expound upon the humble beginnings of the Boone & Crockett Club to preserve vast holdings of forests, streams and wildlife via the National Park Service, and various federal acts designed to conserve America's natural assets for future generations. The list of Roosevelt's ensuing accomplishments in conservation and his impact on the American psyche in general during a critical period of our country's history number too many to discuss in a brief blog post. 

However, on this Presidents' Day in Michigan's beautiful Upper Peninsula, where people live, recreate, and sustain due to the very principles Roosevelt championed, it feels appropriate to reflect on who I consider to be one of the greatest and most important presidents of our country's history. During a time when the average citizen (even Yoopers) cannot escape the clamor of the partisan divisiveness that prevails in modern politics, it seems a shame that Roosevelt's common sense, progressive, yet conservative principles fail to resonate among candidates vying to become leader of the free world. I'm willing to guess that I'm not the only one who wishes today's political leaders had his foresight and command to lead for what matters.

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"Optimism is a good characteristic, but if carried to an excess it becomes foolishness. We are prone to speak of the resources of this country as inexhaustible; this is not so. The mineral wealth of the country, the coal, iron, oil, gas, and the like, does not reproduce itself, and therefore is certain to be exhausted ultimately; and wastefulness in dealing with it today means that our descendants will feel the exhaustion a generation or two before they otherwise would."

-President Theodore Roosevelt's seventh annual message to Congress - December 3, 1907

Skandia Love

Happy Valentine's Day to all our family and friends 

and everyone we love!

-Dave & Tracy (Thule, Agate, & Thimble too)

skē-jȯr

No, we haven't invested in sled dogs (yet!) but we've found a new hobby that allows us to get out in the woods on skis and enjoy the U.P. winter with Thule. Yes, we've fallen for the sport of skijoring. Skijoring comes for the Norwegian word skikjøring  which means ski driving. It originally started with reindeer and wooden skis and horses have been used but now dogs are the most common.

Still trying to get the hang of classic cross country skiing, it's been fun working with Thule on pulling as we take turns hooking up to him. It all started at the Midwest Sled Dog Symosium  when a couple of our friends gave a presentation on skijoring with your dog and how just about any medium-large dog could learn. Tracy bought a harness for Thule and started working with him on jogs during the week. This has now turned into nighttime and weekend skis several times a week. There are several trails on our property we have ventured out on and also have headed over to Munising and the Ishpeming area. The greatest successes so far have been at The Forestville Trailhead of the Noquemanon Trail Network with the Noquemanon Skijor Club where there are lots of other dogs for us to chase! Needless to say it's a rush to see the woods whizzing by on skis as Thule runs ahead having a blast at the same time.

Through the Noquemeon Skijor Club we became involved with the 1st ever Animoosh (Ojibwe word meaning 'dog') Noque Skijor Race. It was great to see almost 20 people with teams of 1 to 2 dogs participate in the 12 km race. Everyone was all smiles as they crossed the finish line--we may just have to race next year!

Coming up in a few weeks is the 5 km Barkie Birkie in Hayward, WI on Friday February 24 at 9 A.M.

We're hoping these unseasonably warm temperatures don't stick around and there will be a few more months of cooler weather with good snow so we can continue to learn more about this exciting new hobby. Who knows maybe we'll even have enough time to try some skate skis!

Happy Trails!

Cabin Fever?!

When Tracy and I made the northern migration to Skandia last June there was plenty to be excited about with just a few reservations. Those "few" virtually all centered around how we'd fare living at the end of a country road in the middle of the U.P.'s "snowbelt." Having grown up in the southern part of the peninsula (Gladstone), which is affectionately dubbed the "banana belt" by Lake Superior shoreside Yoopers, this was somewhat of a minor concern and we were both cautiously optimistic about the challenge.

It was not so much the snow itself that caused the anxiety, but the snow REMOVAL and ensuing cabin fever that always seems to set in around February. After a generous early winter from Mother Nature, the snow removal has since lived up to its expectations. Thanks to my handy Dad with a keen eye for useful things, however, we've been able to tame it with our "brand new" trusty Ariens "Sno-Thro" (circa 1970).

So once you're able to get out of the driveway, what does one do here during winter? It's a fair question - and one we heard often from family and friends not familiar. Initially we both anticipated a greater-than-usual amount of time spent at the ski lodge this season, as it's a favorite winter pastime that we rarely were able to enjoy as residents of East Lansing. Before the alpine ski season came upon us, however, that idea went out of the picture for me after an unfortunate firewood hauling knee injury back in December (yes, snow-related). Regardless (and probably against conventionally wisdom), Tracy and I decided to take up cross-country skiing in order to take advantage of the backcountry trail network here at the farm and the impressive groomed trail systems present in the greater Marquette area. It's been a complete riot of fun as well as a gateway for us to get involved with the Noquemanon Skijor Club and try the sport out with some new friends who know what they're doing. Thule enjoys it and it's a fun way to get in some winter exercise while taking in some north country backcountry scenery!

Tracy & Thule enjoying some nighttime skijoring

On top of the annual Noquemanon Ski Marathon, inaugural Noque Animoosh Skijor Race, and inaugural Noque Snow Bike Race this weekend, there's still plenty of winter festivities here in our new home to look forward to: The U.P. 200 Sled Dog Race, the 125th annual Suicide Hill Ski Jumping Tournament in Ishpeming, "Michigan Ice Fest" Ice Climbing weekend in Munising, and the very much less serious 19th Ever Trenary Outhouse Classic. Surely if cabin fever did in fact settle in up here it would be our own fault.

As far as indoor hobbies go, I'm still working on improving the homebrewing skills. I quickly realized that the craft is a fun way to blend creativity with an affinity for quality brew. With the opportunity to share the fun in this new embarkment with a great friend on the Pacific Coast (Mike Shea), and a very patient craft-brew-loving wife, the creativity is never lacking. The quality, on the other hand...we'll see.

In the spirit of Trenary's February classic...