Wednesday, January 12, 2011

SFL Nature Trail: Extreme Makeover

When I began my teaching career at Sandhills Farm Life Elementary School in 1975, I was thrilled that the school was adjacent to rich woodlands that were suitable for nature study, an important part of our science curriculum.  With my background as nature instructor at Camp Cherokee for Boys, I envisioned these woods as an outdoor classroom where students would learn life science first hand.

From the beginning, I took classes on nature walks.  There were no trails at first, but we followed the paths of least resistance.  We always had to seek out a viable place to cross the small stream, usually a not-too-soggy sandbar, from which we could leap to the opposite shore.  Nobody ever fell in.

In 1985, the Public Education Foundation of Moore County awarded me its first grant, $250 to create a bridge, signs, and guide books for our trail.   Almost all of  the labor was done by my class of 1985-86.  However, for years before we received funding, students had helped me with clipping, clearing, and keeping the trail litter-free.  Indeed, in the dedication page of our guidebook I thanked "3rd Graders of years past for keeping the dream of the Nature Trail alive."

The trail has undergone many transformations over the years, some natural, some because of decisions of the property owners (who were always benevolent in allowing us to walk their land).  I am delighted to announce that 2010-2011 is the year of our beloved nature trail's "extreme makeover."

I was contacted last spring by Terry Myers, Resource, Conservation, and Development Coordinator with Environmental Impact. This is an arm of the Department of Agriculture which seeks to facilitate public/private partnerships for projects with environmental and/or educational components.   During the fall, Terry began the process of helping us plan and fund a major upgrade of our beloved trail.  Without going into detail, I can report that Phase I of a three phase plan has now been completed. 

Phase I is the most significant and noticeable portion of the plan: to blaze a new trail, five feet wide bringing our old trail up to a new standard.  When more funding is found, woodchips will be brought in for the entire trail.  The final stage will include all-new signage and informational kiosks.

Even now, there's no reason to postpone getting acquainted or re-acquainted with this wonderful trail.  It's for the community, not just students.  It can be soggy after rain or snow, but is reasonably dry at most other times.  The following pictures are designed to whet your appetite to visit the trail and tell others about it.  There are pictures of the work that was completed in December, both in progress and when completed.

Terry put us in touch with this crew from ASIS who would walk the proposed new trail before beginning the makeover.

Terry, on the left, John-- crew supervisor, on the right
These men know their stuff.


The machine below is the phenom that mulches and grinds everything in its path, creating a path as it goes.  That isn't as easy as it sounds.  It takes an artist's touch not to make it look like a construction site.


This is one all-new section of trail that was a total tangle previously.

There's a light-colored stump that was ground away (center of photo), marking a fork in the trail. Go left to go to the bridge, right to go to Big Rock and beyond.


Cutting and widening our new trail entrance was delicate work because of the fence.  The machine had no problem.


The path to the stream and the bridge.


Big Cat (for lack of another name) at work.


An all-new section of the trail.

The trail now loops back to Old Man Poplar, the seriously leaning tree.  Here it rejoins the main trail.


Our new entrance.  No more squeezing between the fence and the bushes, getting scratched in the process.


A closer look at Big Cat's mulching blade.  Don't mess with it.  It can send debris 200 feet.  But it's what we needed for this job.


If you look closely through the tangle of vines (cat-brier, grapevine, and others) you can see Big Cat tearing through.


Big Cat leaves a clear, open trail in its wake.


This is Big Cat first entering the trail to begin its task.  Old Man Poplar is in front of it.


Incredibly impressive.  I'm glad I didn't have to do all that by hand.


Big Cat hasn't met its match yet.


I bet you can't wait to walk this trail, can you?  Come ahead.


We were glad Old Man Poplar didn't fall this day.  Any predictions?  It won't be the first tree to fall on this nature trail.


Hide-and-seek, anyone?


Some vanishing act.


A spacious viewing area has now been cleared at Big Rock.


Plenty of room here now for a whole class to view this geological wonder.  It's part of the McLendon Fault which crosses this part of Moore County.  In low-lying areas the ages have uncovered some of the formations, a rarity here in the Sandhills.


Some of you reading this blog helped hammer the nails in this bridge 25 years ago.  It's rather dilapidated, but will still get you across the stream (at your own risk).  However, the school can no longer sanction crossing the stream.  This "spur" ends the trail in this direction.  Unless someone wants to donate more land to the school.

This project is by no means finished, but I plan to visit it again in a day or two.  I just can't stay away.
For readers that have ever walked the trail in the past, I hope you'll come again.  I also hope you'll pass the word to your friends who might be interested.  The vision of this trail now goes beyond the original dream.  It's more user-friendly than ever with the trail improvements.  You don't have to be in great shape to walk it, and there are cut-throughs so you can do any distance that fits your time.  Teachers, when spring comes, you still may see a snake, but hopefully the open space will give you plenty of warning to steer clear.  Every student and teacher in the school should spend time on this trail, both for recreation and for learning. 

I would love to hear from you regarding the trail either on this blog or on Facebook.  In fact, let me know if you think I should start a nature trail Facebook page.   There's a lot to talk about and there are a lot of pictures to share.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Candid Camera-- Christmas 2010


I hope you've already visited the preceding post with some treasured family photos.
This post is more lighthearted, as I sought out babies and their significant others in poses that demanded captions.  Whether they strike you as funny or not I can't predict.  Also, I will identify the location of the action in parentheses.

(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Judy:  "Listen carefully, girls, and you can hear what everyone in the other room is saying about you."


(Atlanta, Northlake Gardens)
Judy: "Claire, Evan, Grandpa Loyd, will someone please play ball with me?"


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Claire: "Okay, so what is this strange Loyd initiation rite all about."

(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Claire: "Somebody must think it's pretty important for me to learn that little song with all the letters."


(Pinehurst, party at Matt and Jennifer's)
Claire's legs.  Hiding behind drapes-- or anything else-- is a popular pastime.


(Pinehurst party)
Someone else thinks hiding behind drapes is great fun.  Who could it be?


It's shy little Brianna in her Christmas dress!


(Atlanta, Dairy Queen, a charity donation site)
Judy: "Sorry, Claire, once the pennies go in, they don't come out again."
Claire: "Grandma, I can tell you some ways to get a better return on your investment."

(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Judy:  "I'm on the 'Baby Diet.'  I'd rather hold Evan than eat."

(Pinehurst party, Claire's room)
Brianna: "Well it's too bad they made us sit in the corner, but at least we have each other."
Claire: "Yeah, those grown-ups sure can be sensitive, can't they?"


(Pinehurst party)
Brianna:  "Mommy, I know what I want for Christmas.  Claire's chair."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Brianna reaches for more Goldfish.  They help her water go down.
Claire has latched onto Grandpa Loyd's alarm clock.  It meets all the criteria for a toy:
1) It's shiny  2) Handy carrying handle 3) It's for adults and 4) It doesn't work.

(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Brianna:  "Grandpa, watch what Evan does when I put my finger here."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Brianna:  "Dahling, I simply must have your recipe for these Goldfish."
Claire:  "Now that I've got a mouthful of water, I need to find someone who needs to be sprayed."


(Atlanta, Northlake Gardens)
Claire: "Man, I haven't been to kindergarten, and already they're checking into assisted livings for me."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Claire:  "Some party, Bri.  See if this doesn't taste like plain old water to you."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Evan:  "I really appreciate the Varsity hat, y'all, but I just can't believe the Varsity Junior closed before I could eat meat."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Jennifer:  "No, Claire, we're not going to wrap him up with ribbons and string like we did at home."


(Atlanta, Daddy's house)
Brianna: "Make a wish when I close my eyes,
Open them up to a big surprise!"


Brianna:  "Um.  This is it?  I don't see how my new slide could possibly be in here."


Dont' worry.  Santa brought Bri her slide.  And I think everyone in our family got what we wanted for Christmas.  I know I did.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Four Generations: Christmas in Atlanta

For me, the highlight of our post-Christmas trip to Atlanta was seeing my 96 year-old Dad light up when presented with his four wonderful great-grandchildren.  I will have another blog post of some candid shots, but all of these center around Daddy and his reaction to this special occasion.
This post is a compilation of pictures taken by me, Jennifer, Amanda, and occasionally our designees.  I apologize if some are a little redundant, but for the sake of family members who will notice little expressions and such, I have included some that are similar.  Thank you Jennifer and Amanda for sharing your photos (and your cameras).

On the night of our traditional party at Daddy's house, we got this four generation picture spanning 96 years of our family's history.
Left to right: me, Claire, Evan, Jennifer, Daddy (Great Grandpa Loyd)


Four generations with Claire (no Evan) at Northlake Gardens.


Three generations.

The following night, Daddy checks out Evan's little feet.  Yep, he's got the Loyd feet.

Great Grandpa thinks Evan has a healthy appetite, too.  Another surefire sign of Loyd blood.


"If he doesn't let go, y'all won't be able to go back to North Carolina.  And that suits me", says Great Grandpa.

Evan wants his own four generation picture, too.


Young feller, I have some stories for you.  Do you have a few hours?


Nothing like a new baby to bring smiles all around.


Here's our four generation picture of Amanda's crew.  Amanda and Brianna on the back row, me, Hunter, and Great-Grandpa on the front.  Notice just to the right, on the piano music stand is the shadowbox Stephen and Amanda recently had constructed to honor Daddy's military service (check my recent blog post).


This is the same group, but apparently somebody said something to crack us up.  The other reason I particularly like this picture is because Bri is patting me on the shoulder.


Before our big party was over, Caryn somehow got our whole family assembled for a group picture-- the first one in a while, I believe.  I won't go through the names, but these are Loyds, Coles, Kirbys, and Talberts-- the people I love the most.


I bet you can see why I didn't need anything else for Christmas.
I'm very thankful for what I already have-- a precious and loving family.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Ring Out the Old, Ring in the New

There's a reason January was named after the Roman god Janus.  This god had two faces, one looking back at the year just past, one gazing into the future.  Although I've never been too big on resolutions at the start of a new year, I do think it's an appropriate time to reflect back as well as to contemplate the year to come.

Not a lot of pictures today, but there should be more in upcoming blogs.  I sort of outdid myself on that last snow blog anyway.  Our 2010 ended in fine fashion.  After a wonderful Christmas here in Moore County, we headed to Georgia for the other half of our celebration.  Judy and I arrived on the 28th.  Matt and Jennifer with Claire and Evan hit town about the same time.  Buddy supplied comfortable lodging for all of us, and had even prepared a cardboard box fort with stuffed animals for Claire.  She liked it almost as much as hiding behind his drapes.

We visited Daddy briefly after his dinner, and he loved seeing the children.  Claire had a large ball to play with and inspected the Christmas trees.  Daddy was quite impressed with these two great-grandchildren.  The next day was somewhat busier.  Steve, Caryn, Brantley, and Lindsey came up from LaGrange.  We had planned an early supper at Daddy's favorite, Chic-fil-a, but alas, it was under construction, and temporarily closed (gotta check it out on Facebook, that reminds me).  Not to worry, though.  Picadilly cafeteria was right down the road, and we all ate a honking big meal.  Daddy would have kept eating as long as we kept putting food in front of him.  He was 95 before he discovered how well honey mustard goes with chicken tenders, but he's one old dog that can learn new tricks.

When we headed to Daddy's house for our umpteenth annual Christmas party, Stephen, Amanda, Brianna, and Hunter were there, ready to party.  We had a nice little family time before guests began to arrive.  Friends that have literally helped us celebrate Christmas in that same living room for decades were there again.  We had less music than usual, but plenty of food, folks, and fun (that sounds  familiar).

Daddy kept telling anybody who'd listen how well the children got along.  And it was true, too.  It was the first time he'd had all four of the "greats" around him at once.  Last Christmas, Claire and Bri weren't even crawling, and the boys weren't even born!  On this night everyone got an eyeful (and earful) of this newest generation of Daddy's progeny.

Naturally, Judy and I slipped into our favorite role for part of the evening, playing with Claire and Brianna in the family room.  As other folks slipped into that room, they witnessed the playfulness of these girls.  In one game, they would crawl under the loose sofa cover and sit perfectly still, with their legs sticking out.  This is their version of hide-and-seek.  In another game, one would crawl under my legs as I sat on the edge of a recliner.  Soon, the other would come crawling under, causing the first one to scramble out.  They seemed to never tire of the imaginative play.

After the children all had to leave, there was still a lot more visiting and catching up to do for those of us who remained.  It was after midnight when we broke up-- we didn't even last that long on New Year's Eve!

We returned home on Thursday the 30th.  Started a fire, left our bone-chilling house to dine at Thai Basil, then back home for me to watch UNC in the Music City football bowl game.  I know many of my readers are already aware of what a strange and historic game this was.  A game of repeated miracles, and my Tar Heels came out on top.

We have been getting back into a routine a bit more since then.  Saturday we had our traditional New Year's lunch with Jack and Thelma.  Sunday was our first church in two weeks since we had been snowed out the week before (we still had snow in our yard when we returned from Atlanta, but not much longer, by the way).  Tomorrow, we get our last Christmas present to ourselves, a propane heater.  It should be a nice supplemental heat to our wood stove.

I want to wrap up this post with one picture.  It's Daddy with a special "shadowbox" that Stephen and Amanda had prepared in honor of Daddy's military service.  In it are Daddy's military medals, 358th squadron and 9th Air Force patches, and a flag that flew over the U.S. capitol, the North Carolina capitol, and Pope Air Force base.  The first time Daddy saw it, all he could say was, "WOW."  All the guests at the party applauded him when we shared it with them.  I'll hope to have more pictures soon.


Well, I see I completed this post without the promised "contemplating the year to come."  But there's plenty of time (and cyberspace) for that.