Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2018

Of Monuments and Men

  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
"What America needs now is a drink." 
- FDR


"A pack of jackasses led by a lion is superior to 
a pack of lions led by a jackass."
-George Washington


 
"The most reliable way to predict the future
is to create it."  
- Abraham Lincoln




 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
"A well informed citizenry is the best defense
against tyranny."
- Thomas Jefferson






 

Korean War: 36,516 US deaths
WWII: 405,399 US deaths
Vietnam War: 58,209 US deaths

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Our Alaskan Adventure Part 1: Denali

2013 - My sister and her family move from the somewhat far-away town of Boise, Idaho to the even further away city of Anchorage, Alaska. Our initial thoughts were “Sweet! What a cool place to live. We can't wait to visit.” The Wandering Woodmans now had a reason to head to the 49th state. We could head up there any time. We knew it was far, but we could probably drive it, right? I mean we drove 24 hours straight once. What is it...2...3...? 60. Hours. 62 to be exact. So, to break it down, that's just five grueling 12 hour days. Each way.
No thanks. 
Half Dozen of Another
So, flying it was for our gang this time. No big deal. A plane ticket to Alaska couldn't cost that much, right? They don't. One plane ticket doesn't. One is quite reasonable, actually. We total 6. And 6 of anything isn't cheap.

No problem, we said. We'll just pick a date, save some money, and make a plan.

So, a couple of years go by, and we finally accomplished the first task. We picked a date.

“Good enough,” we said.

And just like that, we were off. 
To the land of the midnight sun.

Hello, Drivers
After saying hello to our Alaska family, we set off on our first great Alaskan adventure: Denali.

The National Park bearing it's name just happens to be celebrating it's centennial this year.
So to honor that, here is our Denali story.

By the numbers.

100 of them to be precise. 
 

Which, once I finished this, turned out to be way more than I imagined. Writing 100 of anything is a lot. So, it's a long read. Be forewarned. But, like a true Alaskan, just hunker down and bear with me...

► 20,301: feet above sea level is the elevation of Denali, making it the highest point in North America, and 3rd highest peak in the world. 
► 1896: The year a gold prospector named the peak Mt. McKinley, after then presidential nominee, William McKinley, because of his support for the gold standard. 
► 0: times McKinley ever set foot in Alaska, let alone saw the peak bearing his name. 
► 2015: The year the peak was justly renamed Denali. 
► 0: people not related to McKinley, and not from Ohio (his home state) cared about the name change. The locals have always called it Denali. 
► 3: different native translations of the word 'Denali' we saw written.
The Great One. The Tall One. The High One. Whichever the translation, safe to say it's pretty big. 

► 30: percent of travelers to Denali actually get to see the mountain at all. Because of weather patterns and cloud cover, on most days the summit, and often the whole mountain itself, are not visible. They snobbishly call themselves The 30% Club. 
Every stop along the way was like a postcard
► 70: Percent of travelers miss out on this beautiful, grand, snow-capped, once in a lifetime experience. They do not joyfully refer to themselves as The 70% Club. 
►  130: miles is the drive from Anchorage to Denali 
►  4: hours was all it took us to make the enjoyable and picturesque drive. 
►  3: days we spent, total, on our Denali adventure. 
►  1: day driving up, stopping along the way for views of the mountain. 
►  15: magnificent hours in the park on our second day. 
►  1: day driving back, stopping along the way for views. 
Still looking...


►  0: times we saw the mountain.
 At all. 
Not once, even a little. 
 
►  100: percent chance we think being members of the 70 Percent Club sucks.







►  1: CD just happened to be in the van we borrowed and drove up to the park. There were scarcely any radio stations and no cell service once we left Anchorage. 
►  3: times we listened to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits Volume 2. Which turned out to be... 
►  3: times too many. 
►  823: small coffee shacks dot the side of the road on the drive. All shapes and styles. Lots of coffee. Espresso... Americanos... Everywhere. At least I think there were that many. I couldn't see very straight. Too much coffee, I guess.  


►  6 million: acres is the size of Denali National Park. Or roughly... 
►  9375: square miles. 
►  5: states are smaller. Rhode Island, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, and New Jersey 
►  400,000: people visit the park every year. 
►  6: different languages we heard spoken by tourists among us that day. Indian. Mandarin. Japanese. German, Austrian and French. The groups were very multicultural. 
►  4: months the park is open to visitors. From mid May to mid September. That's it. 
►  1: way and only one way leads in. Denali Park Road winds through the park as it approaches the mountain. It meanders and twists and turns for... 
 ►  96: miles. 
►  0: cars are allowed to drive the entire way through Denali. In order to preserve the wildness of the landscape, and avoid traffic nightmares (we're looking at you, Yellowstone) the park has always been mostly traffic free. Instead, there are only park-run buses that take you into the park. They stop whenever wildlife is spotted, as well as making scheduled stops. 
►  8: hours total we spent on said shuttle bus 
►  0: times we thought the park felt 'too crowded'. Even being crammed on a bus full of people for 4 hour stretches didn't make us feel that way. Perhaps it was the vastness of the park that made it feel uncrowded. The place is the size of Switzerland, after all. 
►  66: miles into the park we rode, to the Eilson Ranger Station. Which was only...
►  33: miles from the summit of Denali. 

►  2: hikes we went on while in the park. The first, was just a short... 
The Summit Gang
►  1: mile trail. Straight up, this one mile. Apparently. To the top of Thorofare Ridge. The trail took us... 
►  1000: feet up in elevation in just under that mile. Which is a lot. We know now. 
►  6: of us started the hike. 
►  3: of us completed the summit. In the rain. And wind. And cold. We persevered. 
►  0: views of Denali could be seen from the top of the ridge. In case you missed my earlier point. 

Whew!... There. See? That went quick. Over a third of the way done already... 


►  5: animals, known as 'The Big Five' frequent the park. By no means the only animals in the diverse and wild landscape, these are just the ones that most people come to see. Bears. Moose. Caribou. Dall Sheep. Wolves.

Mama grizzly and her cubs
►  2: types of bears inhabit the area. Black bears and Brown bears (grizzlies) 
►  500-550: total bears live in the park 
►  14: bears we saw that day in Denali. (all grizzlies)
►  10: of the bears we viewed from the bus. 
►  5: of them were cubs. Freaking adorable! 

 


►  3: bears walked along a river gorge, a mama and her two cubs, as we descended in to it on our second hike. We watched them the whole way from above. By the time we got to the bottom, they were gone. But, once we returned to the top, we noticed they had closed the trail we were just on, due to 'dangerous bear activity'. Oops!





►  300: yards is the recommended distance one should keep between you and a bear. Bear encounters are no joke here in Alaska, and the anticipation of running into one was never far from our minds. We fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) never got closer than that to any bears. Needless to say, we still carried... 
►  2: cans of Bear Spray (think really strong pepper spray) with us at all times. It is only meant to be used as a last resort. Basically, as the bear is getting ready to eat you. Then. The better strategy is to make lots of noise at all times, so you don't sneak up on a bear. They hate that. 
►  200: times the kiddos sang the same few Girl Scout camp songs. Loudly. Over and over and over. So the bears could hear us coming. 
►  0: other situations exist when it is ever considered acceptable, outside of this one time, to encourage this kind of behavior. We not only encouraged it. We sang along...Loudly... “One more time!!!” 


►  1760: total caribou live in the park. Usually in herds. Unlike most animals, both the male and female caribou have antlers. Babies too. 
►  24: caribou we saw that day, including a bull with a super sweet rack of antlers. 
►  86: wolves occupy Denali National Park. 
►  10: packs of wolves, specifically. They are the most monitored and tracked creatures there, and their numbers are closely watched. 
►  0: wolves we saw that day. Tough to see them when there's only 86 in 6 million acres. 
►  1,500: moose reside inside the park's boundaries. They are the most plentiful of the large mammals, not only in the park, but also throughout all of Alaska. Basically, as common as seeing a deer in Missouri. Really, not that big of a deal. 
►  0: moose were observed by us that day. Shockingly. 
►  1,700: Dall sheep live up high throughout the park. Usually on cliffs or ridges. They loom above, high enough to keep away from the numerous predators below. 
►  3: Dall sheep we witnessed from the bus. At first they just looked like little white dots on the cliffs, but once viewed through binoculars, we could make out their signature curled horns. 
►  2: sets of binoculars we had with us that day. 
►  6: sets of binoculars was the correct number we should have had with us that day. 
►  55: mm lens is the longest our camera is capable of shooting with. 
►  300: mm lens would probably be the minimum needed to get close up pictures of some of the wildlife. 
►  0: percent chance we were gonna tote around one of those giant zoom lenses. We saw several people who did. No thanks. Wide shots are just fine by us. 

►  39: total species of mammals call Denali home. Not just 'The Big 5'. We got to see a plethora of them throughout the day. Tons of adorable Arctic ground squirrels. So cute, they make me hate Missouri squirrels even more than I already do. Which is a ton. I really hate those guys. They suck. We also saw an even more adorable Pika (think tiny rabbit/mouse) scampering along the side of the road. 

►  160: total species of birds live in Denali. 
►  2: flocks of Ptarmigans walked along the road during our drive. These fat, furry chicken-looking creatures are also Alaska's state bird. 
►  1: magpie walked along with us for several minutes during one of our hikes, squawking and yelling at us the whole time. 
►  3: people in our group already squawk enough for the whole group. Thanks, magpie. 

►  0: species of reptiles live in the park (or in all of Alaska for that matter). It's too damn cold. 
►  1: species of amphibians manages to survive in Denali (and also all of Alaska for that matter). The wood frog has adapted to the cold winters by figuring out a way to go into a deep cryogenic state. When it gets cold, the frog changes the chemistry of it's blood, and then literally freezes solid for the whole winter. It then thaws itself out when spring rolls around, and is good to go. Weird, right? 
►  0: ticks. Anywhere. 
►  0: mosquito bites. For us. 
► 2: huge points for Alaska, coming from a family that lives at the intersection of Tick Avenue and Mosquito Drive.


► 65: degrees Fahrenheit was never reached our entire excursion. It never even got close to that. It also never got colder than...
► 48: degrees Fahrenheit. That didn't mean the weather was perfect, however. Far from it.
► 4: layers of clothes we wore that day. Everyone. Minimum. Short sleeves. Long sleeves. Jackets. Rain gear. All were critical.
► 253: number of times we took our clothes off, put our clothes on, took clothes our off, put our clothes on... The weather changes frequently and drastically. It's hot. Its cold. It's wet. It's curiously all of these things at once sometimes. We had to be ready.


► 1: National Park in all the United States has a working dog sled team as part of its crew.
► 35: sled dogs are living and working in Denali National Park right now. We stopped at their kennel to get some dog loving time in, and watch a demonstration of what they do.
Ain't no party like a dog sled party
► 25-50: miles a day the dogs will travel, in the winter, pulling a sled, and doing valuable work throughout the park. These sled dogs are more than just a show for us tourists. They have played a critical role in the history of the park, and continue to do so today.
► 3: percent excited was all the dogs got when visitors walked around and petted them.
► 100: percent excited the dogs got once the rangers got the sled out for the demo. They clearly loved to work. Or hated us. Both reasonable.

► 2: nights we spent at our nearby accommodations, the Grizzly Bear Lodge (a last minute score!) which overlooked the Nenana River.
► 1: giant pile of moose scat lie underneath our balcony. It was probably just a typical sized pile, but it sure looked big. Side note: scat is a super fun way to say 'poop'.
► 0: moose were spotted from our lodge balcony. 


► 10: o'clock at night, with the kids asleep, I sat on that balcony, and started watching the sun set. The sky was orange. The light was perfect.
► 12: midnight.
► 2: hours later. I'm still up. Still on the balcony. The sky is still orange. The sun, is somehow, still setting. Only now it's further along the horizon. The light is also somehow still perfect. Longest. Sunset. Ever. I finally go to bed. 

► 2: food trucks were parked at the lodge grounds: a Thai food one and a Mexican food one.
► 100: percent of our meals came from those two trucks during our stay. Two of our favorite types of food, and as a bonus we got to introduce Haley to Thai food. She loved it!
 
► 1: place we actually stopped and had a real sit down meal. On the return drive to Anchorage. The waitress immediately informed us the kitchen was out of...
► 3: items on the menu. Nope, make that...
► 4: items. OK, are we ready to order? Hang on. Now there are
► 5: items the kitchen is out of. Ready? OK thanks. <5 minutes later> Oh that thing you just ordered? Guess what? It's now the number...
► 6: item we are out of. 

► 8: swirls of soft serve was the maximum number you could get at the ice cream place next door. A mandatory stop, so I was told. Which, as it turns out, 8 was the perfect number for me.

There it is, or rather, there it should be.
► 3: more times we stopped at alleged 'scenic views' to maybe, just maybe, crawl out of the lowly, commoner stink of being a 70 Percenter.
► 0: views. Once again. For those of you that are just skipping around and not really seeing this thing all the way through.

► 100: percent chance that you will fall in love with this majestic, amazing place. We sure did. Even if you are destined to be just an ordinary 70% member, it's OK. Embrace it. We are coming to terms with it. And yet we still managed to love Denali anyways.


Thanks for hanging in there till the end. I guess it could've been worse. At least it wasn't their bicentennial.



Saturday, July 8, 2017

Savannah Smiles

Our final stop on this Woodman family adventure took us to the charming and picturesque town of Savannah, Georgia. A city both rich with tradition and troubled in its dark history, it proved to be a memorable time for all.


 












Savannah is well known as one of the most haunted cities in America. So, obviously our first stop was a walking ghost tour through the historic section of downtown. Here we learned all about this city's disturbing past, from sweeping epidemics to mass deaths. And probably the most troubling, the overwhelming neglect and mistreatment of burial sites. There are untold numbers of buried dead bodies, unmarked, just about everywhere throughout this historic section. When your city is built on a  premise for several horror movies, bad things tend to happen.

After the initial creep out factor, we settled into Savannah and began to appreciate it for what it is, a beautiful, and very accessible town. Not only was it easy to get around, but with over 20 town squares and beautiful homes everywhere you look, there was plenty to see. The evergreen live oak with their drooping, curvaceous branches, draped in Spanish moss added yet another bit of Southern quality to Savannah's charm.
Forsyth Park

On our second day we met up with our friends the Kasparek family, who coincidentally happen to be swinging through town. This time another historical walking tour, only with out all the creepy stories.
Nina shows concern. Nadia, not so much.







Beach time

As an added bonus to this already enjoyable town, the beach was just a short 20 minute drive away. Tybee Island sits on the Atlantic just south of the popular destination of Hilton Head, South Carolina. Less crowded than most beaches, but with all the laid back vibes of any beach town, Tybee was the ideal destination for our family. The waves were big enough, but not too big. The water was clean and the perfect temperature. There were plenty of sea shells to collect. And, most importantly (to Norah) no jellyfish! On our 3rd day at the beach, a group of dolphins swam within 20 yards of us. What a great beach!




Let us not overlook our main reason for taking this trip in the first place. Nina had qualified to participate in the YMCA National Gymnastics meet to be held in Savannah. With over 1700 gymnasts from 71 different teams from all over the country, it was a big deal. Everywhere we went in town, we saw girls doing cartwheels, and handstands, and well, basically acting like Nina. The meet itself lasted for three days, with Nina competing one of those days. The competition was tough. Lots of teams traveled in large numbers. Nina was one of just 5 kids from her Y that made the trip. She performed well, and even managed to medal on bars, her worst apparatus typically. We were all very proud of her accomplishments.





Beaming with pride

Sunday, May 8, 2016

You Say You Want a Revolution

Our kids are history nerds. Specifically, American History nerds. It wasn't something we planned. We didn't push them into it. Personally, I find history fascinating now, but I wasn't really that way as a kid. This wasn't our agenda. We didn't force it down their throats. No, they truly love it. On their own. 

“If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.”

― Thomas Paine
Part of me likes to think it all started on our trip to Mount Rushmore. Something about being it that place, and seeing those faces carved on a mountain. It sparked an interest in them that hasn't subsided. In reality, though, it probably has more to do with their love of the American Girl franchise. When they lived. Where they lived. How they lived. Whatever it was, anything historically American, they devoured. Presidents and First Ladies. Battles and Wars. What people ate. How they dressed. How they died. All of it. So, since we were going to be in some of the most historically significant places in our country, we would seize the opportunity. We'd witness first hand where our country was born. We'd stand in the same places our founding fathers once stood. We'd visit their final resting places. We'd take it all in. We would learn from our past.

It all started in Boston. And by that, I mean our country began there. The first ideas of Revolution and Independence were born in what was once the largest city in the colonies. Eventually, most of the major events that lead us down the path of war also happened there. The thinkers, the radicals, the patriots all began in Boston. So, it made sense that we started our field trip there, at the center of colonial resistance.

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time 
to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”
- Thomas Jefferson
March 5, 1770. For two years now, tensions had been building, as British troops occupied Boston in an attempt to squash the ever growing dissent. Fights between citizens and soldiers were commonplace. That night, a crowd began harassing a group of soldiers guarding the customs house. Snowballs were thrown. Someone discharged their musket, sparking a volley into the crowd. Five civilians were killed.


"Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness"
Today Boston is a big city, filled with all the trappings that comes with being one. Yet over the centuries, as it grew into what it is, a serious effort was made to preserve the important historical places amid the bustling metropolis. The freedom trail is one result of that. This 2½ mile long path runs through the city and connects (literally with red bricks) all these important spots. Museums. Churches. Meeting houses. Burial grounds. Historic markers. We would begin here.
Throughout my schooling, the American Revolution was hammered into our brains. Every year. We learned the causes. The dates. The people. The places. They glamorized our founding fathers. Here were these great men, these great leaders that stood up to tyranny, broke free and formed this new, mighty country. Together. United. Facing a powerful enemy. All for the noble causes of freedom and liberty. Pretty great stuff. That's what I always thought I guess. The patriots all stood up against England, and collectively started our nation. I should have thought about it more. When have you ever known a group of anybody to come together, in unison, and easily agree on something? On anything? Trying to appease everyone is impossible. Sometimes picking a restaurant for a group can be unnerving. But, starting a revolution? Forming a new country? A new government? As a group? Unthinkable. Not without constant conflict and disagreement the entire way.


“These are the times that try men's souls.” -Benjamin Franklin
December 16, 1773 
Angered by what they thought to be unfair taxes on tea, a growing number of American patriots demanded action. On this night, they did. There was still much disagreement on what was the correct course of action. For days, the well known leaders debated and argued at the Old South Meeting house about how to send a message to England. They had had enough. Meanwhile, several lesser-known men (acting on orders from the men still arguing) went to the Boston harbor, and dumped £9,000 of East India Company tea overboard. While still pretending to debate their actions, they had already been carried out.

Constant conflict and disagreement are two things our family understands. Jenny and I have been together for over 20 years. Our three young girls are close together in age. We all spend a lot of time together. More than most families. It's inescapable. Fights happen. There is drama. There is conflict. Often. Our kids are home-schooled, so there is plenty of opportunity throughout each and every day for them to flip out on each other. And they do. Daily. Then, eventually they separate. They go to their rooms, or outside or wherever it is, just to get away from each other. Time passes, and they get over it. They forget, or move on. They go back to their default mode of “actually liking each other, or at least pretending to... for now...” Then something sparks it again. Repeat that on a never-ending loop, and that is our lives. On the road, it's not that simple. When you're in a hotel, where can you run off to and pout? The closet? (Nadia did once.) When schedules are tight, how can you make time for fighting? You just do. When it's crowded and bustling where you are, how can you yell it out? How can you cry and scream? You find a way. (we have)

"One if by land. Two if by sea."
April 18-19 1775

War was eminent now. As British troops continued to build, the issue was no longer IF they would attack, it was WHERE and WHEN. Upon hearing word that England was advancing, Paul Revere, and the Sons of Liberty warned the countryside of their advance. Lexington and Concord would be first. War had begun.

 


A full three years went by between the massacre and the tea party. Three years before taking grand measures. It was then three more years after that before we declared our independence. By today's standards that seemed like a long time to me. What took so long? Why the delay? Sure, things took longer back then. I get that. Correspondences were slow. Travel was even slower. But it wasn't just that. It was all the infighting. The bickering. Just like our family, drama slowed everything down. Getting everyone to agree on something so grand was challenging. So, then surely once the war began, everyone in the colonies would come together in agreement, right?

If Boston was where the ideas for this country were dreamed up, then Philadelphia is where they became a realization. That would be our next stop. 

The last piece to my East Coast family, is my Mom's only brother, my Uncle Jimmy. He lives in the house he grew up in, just outside of Philadelphia. 
 
After retiring from a long and accomplished career as a high school band director, Jimmy followed his other real passion: acting. As a professional theater actor, he has performed in dozens of shows, and just the right one was in store for our visit.

James Conte as Hopkins (in the hat)
1776: The Musical tells the story of the Continental Congress and their long drawn out debates over what eventually became the Declaration of Independence. The cast were all members of that original Congress. Each representing a different colony. The hard selling John Adams. The wise Ben Franklin (uncannily played by John Morrison.) The young and unproven Thomas Jefferson. The drunken Stephen Hopkins (hilariously played by Jimmy!) 

“We must all hang together,
or assuredly we shall
all hang separately.”

-Benjamin Franklin

They sat and argued. And argued. And argued. Each bringing their own ideals into the mix. Their own agendas. No one seemed to agree about anything. It felt like nothing was ever going to get done. What were these guys, a bunch of siblings? Even though we already knew the ending, (SPOILER ALERT: They signed it.) we kept wondering, how did this ever happen? How did anything get accomplished? Their infighting was endless. These colonies wanted it this way. These other colonies wanted it that way. Vote like this. Say it like that. Nothing. Everything. Nothing. Imagine a colonial 12 Angry Men. Now add one more guy. And some singing. That was the show. It was compelling. And telling. And maddening. By the end, the girls had picked out the delegates they liked and the ones they couldn't stand. (“stupid South Carolina guy”) They were definitely paying attention. 


"Let us dare to read, think, speak, and write." 
-John Adams

July 2, 1776 The Continental Congress unanimously agrees to declare their independence from Britain. Two days later the document stating our intentions was signed at Independence Hall, forever changing our country.

 We had seen who these great leaders were. We stood in some of the homes where they lived. We walked through buildings they walked through. We sat in rooms they debated in. We knelt at their grave sites. We started to see them differently. They weren't perfect. They had hidden agendas. Some were rude. Loud. Self righteous. Ambiguous. Their ideas weren't perfect either. They fought. They compromised. They reasoned. They made it work. Somehow.



“"I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"
- Patrick Henry
“Tell me and I forget. 
Teach me and I remember. 
Involve me and I learn.”
- Benjamin Franklin
But in the end (obviously) our Founding Father's did it. They came to an agreement. They put their names down on that document. Together. They worked out their differences. They made compromises. All for a greater good. Maybe my schooling was right all along. Maybe, it's really WHAT these men accomplished that's important. Not necessarily how they got there. Or what was said to each other. Or the compromises they made. Maybe none of that mattered. Maybe that's the lesson our kids will take away from this. People disagree. Things are said. Arguments ensue. But, that's how things get solved. That's how great things are created. Adversity. Struggle. Resolution. It never comes easy. It shouldn't. But in the end, it's worth it.

In the end, our travels won't be remembered for the fights on the subways. The tears in the streets. The disagreements on what to listen to in the car. In then end, it's what we do that matters.  
 




So, I guess, we should continue on fighting then. Continue arguing. Keep crying. And yelling. Then we'll just work it all out. We'll resolve it. We'll grow from it. Things will get better.

And who knows, maybe a new country or two will come out of it.

Lesson learned.