Our life living off the land in our log cabin, breathing fresh mountain air, and getting back to basics.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

It's a Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah Day!

My oh my what a wonderful day!  Yes, you guessed it, phase 1 of our deck is complete!  It's the truth, it's actch'll, ev'rything is satisfactch'll!!!  (You might keep humming the tune to yourself for the rest of your day; I have.with pleasure.  I hope it doesn't get stuck in your head like it did in mine, but if it does, it sure is a happy tune!)

Let me take you on a tour...

Ta da!!!  Phase 1 complete!

This is the new opening from our porch to the deck, there is a 6" step down (had to be this way because of how the house beams were attached).   The left side of the pass way will eventually look like the right with the horizontal beams, but it will have 4 horizontal beams rather than 3.  I am good with that. 

This is what that same space looked like prior to creating the pass way...
...yes I miss my swing already, but I will quickly find a new home for it, no doubt about that!

 Ha ha, this is my first step onto the deck through the pass way; I was so excited I had to take a picture, and you know I was saying WOO HOO!

When you first step onto the deck from the pass way, this is what you see.

After a few steps further out on the deck, and looking toward the cabin, you see this.  Oh yes, we will be getting more deck furniture, including a table set, but one thing at a time!

This is the view walking past the chairs toward the far corner, the one shot I showed you in the past through the bedroom window...this is the finished corner.  I think it's lovely; it faces deep into the woods (which of course I forgot to photograph, being so focused on the floor, and now it's too dark) and 40' below (almost a straight drop) is the creek...the sweet sound of it rushing over the rocks is fabulous.  Perhaps a hammock should set in that diagonal:) 

This is looking from the corner in the picture above toward the other side.  I'm glad we made it as big as we did, because I already see how much space those 4 chairs take! 


It was exciting to watch everything come together.  Mountain Man and I had set the rest of the floor boards except the last row in preparation to Ronnie's arrival, which was very rewarding to have accomplished.  But I got tickled every time Ronnie took a step toward final completion of the floor...cutting the tops of the 2 posts that were too tall, ripping the last row of flooring and securing it, trimming the sides of the deck where the floor boards were hanging over, trimming the corner section...I tell you there was a lot of woo hooing going on today!

Note that I said phase 1 is complete, there are at least 2 more phases...phase 2 is railing and lattice along the front, and phase 3 is the stairs.  And actually, we still have to finish nailing all the floor boards; they are all secured, but we need 2 nails for every spot the board passes over a joist, and 3 nails for each place the boards butt together at a joist.  But we can walk on it! We can sit on it!  We just have to careful doing it, though as I write, Mountain Man is putting up a temporary railing with 2x4's and rope...:)

Oh, and then there is the cleaning and sealing of the whole thing...it will be finished, one of these days!

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my oh my what a wonderful day...ev'rything is satisfactch'll!


Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A Poem for You

Fall is coming.
The air is cooling.
The rabbits are having fun.  (or the ground hogs, as they have eaten the bean leaves and stalks as well as the new beet leaves)


See the little bit of red in the trees to the right of center?

This is off the new deck, looking into the Oak tree (I believe) that is now eye level.

Evidence of the varmints eating my produce, this does not make me a happy camper.
 
My knees ache.
My wrists hurt.
The deck is almost done. (well phase one...we should be finishing tomorrow, so stay tuned)


Thank goodness for this European wonder Franzbrannt-wein gel, a menthol and eucalyptus concoction that is a cure for all bodily ills...(remember Johny is from Luxembourg, the biggest of the smallest countries, so we have lots of this kind of stuff from his homeland)
    
My body is paying me back for all the challenges I put it through in my youth when I was dancing (ballet, tap, modern; my favorite being Twyla Tharp, Martha Graham, Demetrius Klein, Mary Street Dance Theatre).

We had a guest.
With a fuzzy chest (well, back, but that doesn't rhyme with guest)
He was not on the run (even smiling for the camera).

We added the yeast,
to the inevitable wine feast.
The hydrometer has yet to come.

Now I bid you bonsoir,
Stay just as you are,
And know that I love you a ton!

OK, silly indeed. 
But just what I need. 
So sorry if it's overdone!


Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Making Riesling Wine

It's been another very rainy day, and we've taken advantage of not being able to work on the deck (again) and have been stomping grapes!  OK, not really stomping, but squishing:)  Yes, we are making Riesling wine!  I've never  made wine before, but Mountain Man used to make lots of it many years ago.


Mountain Man picked the grapes at the Betty's Creek vineyard (they sell them to the public) with Bobby, the grounds keeper there (pictured below) Do you see a similarity between them?  I thought so...so do I.  Not only that, but they get along like they've known each other forever...perhaps they have in a cosmic way...


This is one of the Riesling bunches selected for our wine, quite an appealing bunch of grapes in my opinion, maybe this photo will be used to create our bottle label:)

These are all the grapes they collected, about 25 pounds or so.  They are sweet, juicy and with just a little bit of a tang; should make delicious wine!

This was our work area...newspaper to collect the sugary sweet drippings, white bucket for the grapes and red bucket for the stems and rotten grapes.  Yes, my chair is the rocker with the cushion...it makes me laugh to see that!

This is our first bucket of good Riesling sweetness, and red bucket of discarded stems and moving toward raisin grapes.

The first basket weighed in at 5lbs. 7oz. 


We then washed the grapes in preparation for squashing.

The first squish released a slightly fermented yet sweet aroma.  It is hard to describe how it feels to squish grapes, but my favorite part is when you have some in your hand that are still whole, and you squeeze them, they sort of pop.  Reminded me of when you crush plastic bubble wrap!

We ended up with a total of 21lbs. 3oz. of "must", which is what you call the crushed up grapes including seeds and skins.  Some people include the stems, but we prefer not to because they add a lot of tannin and who knows what else is residing among them.  The must goes into a primary fermentation bucket.  Eventually, we hope this will make about 12 bottles of wine!

The next step is to identify the specific gravity (SG), which tells you how much sugar you will need to add to arrive at the level of sweetness you want for your wine.  You do this with a hydrometer.  It is a complex but not necessarily difficult process, with scientific calculations (to a certain degree) to determine the amount of sugar needed.  We are going for a semi sweet Riesling.

We ended up adding 3 pounds or 6 cups of sugar.  This brought the hydrometer reading up to the level we needed to produce the sweetness we wanted.  The end result was 2 1/2 gallons of must in the fermenting bucket, again, probably resulting in 12 bottles of wine or so.

Now, I have not stressed as of yet, how important this hydrometer is to the wine making process, as it is the tool that indicates not only the ratio of sugar to liquid in your must, which you must know (no pun intended here), but it also tells you when fermentation has resulted in the must reaching a specific SG which then requires moving the fermenting wine from the primary fermenting bucket into the carboy container which is where it spends time really becoming wine.  (This is all lay language, or Lise language, as I am not certain of all the technical terms.)  I bring all this up because, I BROKE THE HYDROMETER!!!  Of course, not on purpose, it happened when I was cleaning up our dinner dishes, and a measuring cup slipped and hit the hydrometer and UGH!  I dreaded telling Johny, though it was an accident...but oh my...one can not make wine without it, and the local wine making supply shop (or not so local, being it is over an hour round trip)  owner is in the National Guard and is now deployed to Egypt (yes, I thanked him for his service) and even though his roommate is going to run the shop for him, he said call and check the hours before you come (which are usually only M, W, F from 3/30 - 8:00)

Well, I know that was a run on sentence to say the least...but I had to let it go...  I am confident we will end up with the hydrometer we need (no doubt a back up will be purchased as well), but thanks for bearing with me as I cleared my conscience.

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise

Monday, September 17, 2012

What To Do On a Rainy Day? Bake!

That's right, it's been raining so we can't work on the deck.  Mountain Man has taken to chopping wood, and I took to the kitchen.  I've been wanting to make another zucchini bread, being that my last attempt was not so great.  Yes, it tasted good, but the center didn't rise and the edges were quite crispy.  Today, I decided to try a new recipe, Bronwyn's Orange Flavored Zucchini Bread. And you know what?  Success!


I got the recipe out of this new Book of Bread I got for my birthday.  It is filled with interesting bread recipes that I can't wait to try.

This is the recipe I used today.  If you click on the picture, you can select what size you want for easy viewing.  I followed this recipe as written, except (of course I have to try to do something a little creative with it) I substituted about 1/8 cup of the flour with bran.  I did not adjust anything else, so it did make the bread a little dryer than it would have been otherwise, but it still tastes delicious (and a little bit better for you too)
When I am sharing a recipe that is not my own, I thought I would try sharing the photo of a recipe rather than rewriting it; please let me know if this makes it more difficult to print/copy the recipe if you want to. Thanks.

I always like to assemble all my ingredients in advance, before actually mixing everything together in preparation for baking.  Makes the mixing process easier.  I also have all my tools out (bowl, buttered baking dish, spatula, mixer) and ready to use.  Today I combined the dry ingredients into a 4 cup Pyrex measuring cup as well.
 Following the directions, beat the eggs, then add the oil.  Beat to combine.
 Stir in the zucchini.  
Now add the dry ingredients, which makes a thick batter.  
Then add your nuts and orange peel (note in the directions not to grate but rather use a peeling tool and then dice the peel).
Today I baked mine at just below 375 degrees, and set the timer for 45 minutes (recipe calls for 50).  I actually could have cooked it for even a little less time (tiny bit of burning on the edges).
Oh, by the way, don't you love my vintage wire cooling rack?  I have two that were my moms.  I love using them!

Look at that zucchini bread, you can see the orange specks of peel, along with the green zucchini and brown nuts...appetizing looking bread, and delicious too!  Those pieces of orange peel really make this taste scrumptious!
Let me know if you try it, and how you liked it!

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The 2004 Peeks Creek Disaster

This post is dedicated to all the residents of Peaks Creek, permanent and part time, whose lives were forever changed 8 years ago today. 

On September 16, 2004, around 10:10 PM, the rain drenched earth slid down Fish Hawk mountain, collecting every tree, rock and boulder in its path, gaining mass and momentum every second.  The huge, 15 foot tall debris field plowed into Peek's Creek, demolishing everything in its way.  5 people lost their lives, 2 people suffered tragic injuries, and 15 homes were destroyed.  For everyone affected, life would never be the same.

This is what remains of my friend Bob's family home, as reported in the New York Times on September 20, 2004.  This is just one of the 15 homes torn from it's foundation, some being shredded to nothing but rubble.

You can click on this link for additional photos of the Peeks Creek disaster.


How Could This Happen

Fish Hawk mountain peaks at 4400 feet and has a smooth bedrock face.  Hurricane Francis dropped 11 inches of rain throughout western NC, and within 2 short weeks, Hurricane Ivan dropped yet another 11 inches onto an already rain soaked area.  The excessive rainfall soaked deeply into the soil, accumulating where the soil met the underlying bedrock.  This accumulation of water caused the earth to lift above the rock, decreasing it's ability to "hold on", which resulted in the down slope slipping of the earth along the rock.  (The space you see between the trees below is the path of the debris flow; this photo was taken 8/30/12, so much regrowth has occurred since the disaster, however you can clearly see the path.)

This slope failure began at the top of the mountain.  Evidence indicates that initially, the earth slid straight down the face of the mountain as a unified mass of trees (mostly oak, pine and poplar), soil and rock fragments, approximately the size of a football field.  Curved trees in the area adjacent to the initiation point indicate a creeping, slow down slope movement due to gravity.  The mountain's slope is very steep, 35 - 55 degrees, resulting in quickly increasing momentum as the mass progressed.  Further down the mountain, the earth material left erratic marks on the rock face, indicating the flow was turbulent.  As it sped further down the mountain, it collected more trees, boulders, rocks, gravel and dirt.  (Photos taken 8/30/12, notice the regrowth.  You can see the bedrock face in the first photo, this is the initiation point of the debris flow. The second is looking down from the bedrock face into the path the earth took down the mountain along the creek.)

 

As the giant mass entered the steep segment of the channel of N Peeks Creek, it's velocity and discharge rate continued to increase as it followed the ready made path of the creek.  Scientists were able to use the debris flow's banking on turns along it's path to estimate that the giant mass was moving at greater than 33 mph with a discharge rate of 45,000 cu ft.  This compares to 140 dump trucks pouring their loads all at one time onto your lawn, but while passing by @ 33 mph!  This debris flow took a total of about 6 minutes from the moment slope failure began to the time the debris flow crashed into Peeks Creek.  There was no warning of the nightmare about to befall the people of this gentle community.  When the sound of the freight train and the sight of things whirling were evident, the mountain was already upon them.


An analogy was given that this event was similar to standing at the top of a steep slide when you were a child; you sit to begin coasting downhill and quickly accelerate, banking around the curves until you abruptly hit the ground...except imagine having a thin layer of water beneath you, propelling your descent with astonishing speed, and the incline is so steep that when you hit the bottom, the force compacts your body into the ground.  Such was the Peeks Creek debris flow.

You can click on this link to the NC Geological Survey for further details about the geology of the disaster.


The Human Experience

It is impossible to convey exactly what the victims of this terrible night felt and experienced.  I can only share what I have learned from having read the different reports and articles thus far, as well as what I learned from my friends Bob and Art.  I am deeply grateful for the time they spent showing me Peeks Creek and taking me to the the beginning point of the debris flow on Fish Hawk Mountain.  And I am honored that Bob shared the details of his personal experience of loosing his family home with me, and all that that encompassed for him and his family.

Out of respect for the victim's privacy, I am not sharing names.  My hope is not to open any deep wounds or bring up difficult memories; only to help others understand what occurred and the enormity of the horror of that night. 

Several residents who eye witnessed the confusing events of the night said it sounded like a bunch freight trains;  it was the only analogy that came to mind in the darkness.  For those who heard it, the sound was frightening enough to cause them to move from where they were into a direction they could only assume was safe. For those who lost their lives, no one will ever know if they heard a thing. 

One gentleman noticed an abnormal rise in the creek on his way to work that evening and after some thought, turned back to go home to tell his wife.  As soon as he arrived at the house, they heard the horrifyingly unusual sound, raced out the back door and up the hill with just enough time to turn and watch their home get crushed and and pushed away by a swiftly moving mountain of earth filled with trees and boulders.

Another gentleman who suffered both serious injury to himself and lost his home, described seeing a tornado, watching as his roof was blown off then feeling himself spinning in the tornado while seeing his dog, his refrigerator, his wood stove and a maple tree spinning about with him, thinking to himself "my God, this is a chasm" and then blacking out. 

A young woman lost her mother in law, young son, unborn child and also suffered serious injury to herself. 

A young couple evacuated from their home in Florida to escape the danger of Hurricane Ivan.  Their destination...Peeks Creek, to the family's trailer situated near the bank of creek.  The young man was actually on the phone with family when the debris flow demolished the trailer and killed he and his wife.  Later, the family member shared that one moment he was chatting with him, the next, the phone went dead.


Generations of families enjoyed life in this peaceful holler; for all it would never be the same.


A Travesty Within a Tragedy

Residents were in shock and despair.  Their homes were destroyed, friends and neighbors were dead or missing, and recovery workers were finding body parts within the rubble.

Bob shared that his mother received a call from officials asking if anyone was in their residence on the evening of September 16th (they were calling all residents as part of the rescue and recovery efforts to ensure everyone was accounted for).  Once learning that no one was present in her home that evening, they then informed her that her home was destroyed by the debris flow.  Once Bob learned of this, he  immediately drove from Florida to their much loved mountain home of 50 years, but with no real concept of what he would find.  On his drive, he received a call telling him that a photo of the family home was on the cover of the New York Times (first photo at the beginning of the blog) and that half of their home was gone.  The concept of what that really meant was hard for Bob to grasp.  Only when he arrived at Peeks Creek and saw the massive destruction, the totally changed landscape, and the recovery efforts taking place did the reality and stinging blow of the nightmare hit.  He was not prepared for the scale of the disaster.

Later, after the recovery efforts were under way, Bob's second stinging blow was the demolition letter Macon County sent, stating that the house "was condemned" and it was "illegal to enter".  50 years of family life obliterated by a mountain of debris, leaving only fond memories.  The family was grateful however, to not have lost life or limb.


When the dust had settled and the residents of Peeks Creek were continuing to pick up the pieces, they learned that no insurance payment would be made because the policies had an "earth movement exclusion"..."damage due to debris flow from heavy rain, flooding and landslide"..."we can not extend converge for the damage to your property at Peeks Creek".  Despite the efforts made by the home owners to make their case, the insurance companies won the fight.

Fortunately, the State of North Carolina decided it was imperative to provide State Hazard Abatement funds to assist in the recovery to ensure that no further imminent hazards would exist when families rebuilt their homes. Total damages were $1.6 million.  Furthermore, as part of the hazard abatement, no further development would ever be allowed in the area.

Nature's Recovery & Peeks Creek Today

Peeks Creek will never be the same.  What was once a small stream is now gouged out as wide as 50 feet in some spots.  Nature has taken over and almost obliterated the stream from view in some spots.  But it will always be Peeks Creek.

The following pictures were taken on 8/30/12.  They show different areas of the path the debris flow; to see photos immediately following the disaster, click here Peeks Creek disaster, they are not necessarily of the same spots along the creek as the pictures I took, but will give you an idea of nature's regrowth over time.

This photo gives you a sense for how steep the descent is.

Here you can see the creeks flow and how the path of the debris flow did not actually get very wide toward the top of the mountain, rather followed the creek.

Notice the narrow creek now flowing, but all the rocks littering the path; this was not how the creek originally looked.



The creek used to be seen clearly from the road, and if you were standing at the creek, the road would have been about at the height of your knee.  As you may be able to tell here, now the road level is about 5 feet above the creek; the debris flow gouged out the earth and deepened the creek's path significantly.  It did not, however, increase the depth of the water.  You can also see how nature has filled the land with wildflowers and saplings, healing itself after having everything on it's surface violently scraped away.

Notice all the rock, dirt and silt piled up along both sides of the creek.


These photos are nearing the area where the homes that were destroyed once stood.  It is also beginning to approach the bottom of the creek where it eventually joins the Cullasaja River. Again notice all the large rocks and boulders; they were not always there.


Please note that I am not an expert on Peeks Creek.  I am a person who was deeply touched when in October 2005, I learned about this tragedy, and visited the site.  I was filled with tremendous sadness, even though I did not know anyone who had been personally affected at that time.  I was also astonished by devastation I saw.  And extremely curious about how this could happen.  I am no stranger to natural disasters.  In fact, I was directly involved with Florida's recovery efforts (through my work at the time) in all the 2004 hurricanes...Charlie, Francis, Ivan and Jean.  Honestly, I did not enjoy it.  Not because I didn't want to help, but because it is difficult to be focused on others when you yourself have been affected (I am extremely fortunate that I had only minor damage to my home from the hurricanes, I can not imagine the impact of sustaining major damage).  Perhaps this is one of the connections for me, being that the same storms created disasters 600+ miles away from me...what a small world we live in. 

Now, years later, when I visit Peeks Creek, I am once again astonished by nature.  But this time, because of it's ability to recover, renew & revitalize.  In many ways, nature is creating a new Peeks Creek.  My hope is that for all those affected by this nightmare, they may find peace in the resumption of their new lives.


Acknowledgements: 
New York Times, September 20, 2003
Franklin Press, September 21, 2004
Asheville Citizen Times, September 17, 18 & 22, 2004
"The Day the Earth Didn't Stand Still" DVD, HOPE Fund
NC Geological Survey
Much gratitude to the search and recovery teams and volunteers who assisted in the aftermath of this disaster.

And a very special thanks to my friend Bob for sharing your story with me!  (Art, next time we go for a Jeep tour, you can have the front seat, LOL!)

Thank you for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise

Saturday, September 15, 2012

True Potato Fruit; How to Extract the Seeds

Back in July I posted about discovering true potato fruit in our garden (click on the link to see the post).  It is uncommon to get potato fruit, and we were thrilled with the fact that our first garden produced them!  This is photos of the potato flower and fruit from back in July.


I also posted about our potato harvest (click on the link to see the post) a couple weeks ago, but I had to wait for the fruit to dry before I could harvest the seeds.

What is so great about true potato fruit and seeds?  This is the real potato, not necessarily the same genetic makeup as the potato it came from, but the original start to the line of potatoes it fruited from. As I mentioned, it is unusual to get potato fruit, so we are thrilled with both the fact that it happened and the opportunity to see what these seeds will turn into!

Extracting the seeds is a tedious process, but not difficult; another labor of love:)  The first step of harvesting the seeds is to dry the fruit, which have been on the window sill for about a month, and now look like this. 
Don't leave them too long, or else they will turn into raisin-like things that have no seeds inside that can be saved...fortunately I only had 1 of the fruit dry like this:)

You need a strainer/sifter with very small holes, a knife, a spoon (I like using white plastic because you can see the seeds very easily), a small plate, paper towel and eventually a zip lock baggie.  

Cut the fruit in half...
...beautiful, isn't it?  Looks a little like a tomato...did you know they (potatoes and tomatoes) are in the same family?!  Smells like kiwi, at least to me, strongly acidic.

Place them all into the strainer...
 ...and squeeze all the pulp out, it will be a little slimy and sticky so be sure you keep your hand over the strainer; every now and then you can rinse with water.

Once you have squeezed the pulp out of all the fruit, begin rinsing with hot water, as hot as you can stand.  Very hot water is required to remove all the slime (which contains an enzyme that keeps the seeds from germinating, so if you don't remove it all, the seeds will likely never germinate) from around the seeds.


Once you are sure you have removed all the seeds from the fruit body, separate them.  I do this by keeping the water running, and individually squeeze each fruit.
 Now run the hot water and wash the slime away.  Sounds easy enough, but this slime does not want to let go of these lovely teeny tiny seeds, so you have to be persistent.  I pool a little water at the bottom of the strainer, let the seeds settle to the bottom and then pull the floating slime off the top (thankfully, it floats once detached from the seed)
Scoop the clean seeds from the strainer and put them onto a plate with a paper towel on top to absorb the water.
 Eventually you end up with this, a plate of teeny tiny little seeds of who knows what kind of potato, but I can't wait to find out!

Once the seeds dry, place them into a zip lock baggie for storage.  These seeds are from the first potato fruit I "processed" so I could make sure I knew what I was doing.   


I can't wait to plant these seeds next spring and watch what they turn into.  You can be sure I will tell you all about it!

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise