Campgrounds and Coincidences – May 29, 2017

We thought about working in the yard; we really did!  But with a basically sunny day–after so many rainy weekends–we decided to go for a drive, instead.

We headed west on Rt. 250 and got on the Blue Ridge Parkway at the top of Afton Mountain.  We’re within 10 miles of the north end of this 470-mile road along the crest of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and we go often!

We stopped at the first overlook on the Parkway to eat a quick breakfast that we’d picked up at a convenience store on the way.  We then continued south for a few more miles and turned right onto Reids Gap Road.

This narrow, curvy road offers some amazing views as it winds its way down the mountain to the Shenandoah Valley. We stopped to take this picture, and the ridges you see in the distance are the Allegheny Mountains, which are on the other side of the valley. (You can click on all of the pictures in this post for a larger view.)

When we got to the bottom, we turned left on Love Road (Rt. 814) when we actually should have turned right.  Whoops!  Oh well, when we reached the Blue Ridge Parkway again (south of where we’d turned onto Reids Gap Road), we simply turned around and drove back on Rt. 814 to Rt. 664, and then on to Sherando Lake and Campground.

Sherando Lake is truly a special place.  We camped there for the first time last September (pics from our camping trip are here), and we hope to camp there again sometime this summer.

Driving in, I wondered if I’d see my cousin, Mary, and her husband.  Sherando is their favorite campground, but when we drove through, checking all of the sites, we didn’t see them or their trailer.  I was surprised to see that a majority of the sites in the campground were vacant, but given the time of day, I guess most Memorial Day weekend campers had already checked out and headed home.

The lack of campers in the campgrounds, however, was more than offset by the number of people at the lake and in the picnic areas! Since parking spaces were limited in the beach area (and we didn’t plan to swim anyhow), we drove up to the dam above the lower lake.  You can see the beach at the far end.

We saw a large bird flying high above the lake, and it appeared to be an osprey, even though I couldn’t get a clear shot.  Just recently, I’ve seen a few ospreys at other local lakes, so I guess it’s possible….

After leaving Sherando Lake, we headed north towards Lyndhurst, then turned left on Howardsville Turnpike (Rt. 610) towards Stuarts Draft.  This is another pretty valley drive, and our next stop was at Shenandoah Acres Family Campground.

I went to this lake with my parents when I was a kid, and when my sons were young, we spent a fun day there in the 1990s with some family friends.  In 2004, however, the lake was drained and the property was basically abandoned–for years.  Now, with new ownership and management, Shenandoah Acres is thriving again!  The campground boasts close to 300 sites, and we enjoyed driving around, looking at all of the different types of trailers and RVs.  Our favorite sites were in “The Loop.”

After touring the campground (our second of the day!), we drove towards The Cheese Shop, which is also in Stuarts Draft.  Wayne has been there many times, but this was the first time for me, and I was so impressed with all of the spices, herbs, and non-GMO offerings they have.

We bought an assortment of things–including some cheese–and as we walked out to the car, I had a nice episode of “coincidence”:  While I hadn’t seen the cousin I’d been thinking about at the campground, my cousin’s daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren had just pulled in!  We had a nice, but brief, visit in the parking lot. 🙂

Since it seemed that “campgrounds” had become the day’s theme, we decided to check out yet another one near Staunton, VA.  We took scenic backroads from the Cheese Shop to Rt. 11.

The Staunton/Walnut Hills KOA is a relatively small campground off Rt. 11 south of Staunton.  A couple of friends who’ve stayed there had told me about the ducks that hang out near the lake, and sure enough, there were ducks everywhere. We especially liked sites 26-33 along the lake.

So after touring these three campgrounds (Sherando, Shenandoah Acres, and Walnut Hills), we talked about the things we liked about each one and where we’d like to try to go next with our trailer.  Sherando is still probably top on our list, but I think we’d enjoy Shenandoah Acres, too.

As we started for home on Rt. 250, Wayne asked if I’d like to stop at the overlook on Afton Mountain.  This is another favorite spot, which offers beautiful views of the Rockfish Valley.

 

There was a gorgeous Airstream trailer parked at the overlook, towed by a Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Very, very nice set up….  Yeah, a girl can dream….

When I looked at the sign on the back window of the trailer, however, I had a flash of “alternate reality” or whatever!  We’d been looking at campgrounds and trailers all day, and suddenly there “we” were!  WOW!

The trailer’s door was open and a woman was reading, sitting on a couch across from the door, so as Wayne walked by, he said hello, and the three of us ended up talking for a few minutes. Turns out her first name is Barrett, and she laughed when I told her my last name is Barrett–and that I’m an art teacher.  She said she’d be spending the next three days doing en plein air painting, and I told her that our school has offered en plein air painting events for local artists.  Small, funny world. 🙂

After we got home, I looked up her website, and it’s most impressive.  Check it out: http://barrettedwards.com/about

Pretty darned cool coincidental ending to our campground-themed day!

Here’s a map showing our route today, and you can click here for an interactive map:

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I Think We’ve Finally Got a Clay Program!

I’ve been at my school since 1999, and over the years we’ve used the polymer, oven-bake clay, Sculpey (frequently), and a self-hardening clay (once), but never “real” clay for sculpture projects.  Finally, finally, that’s changing!

In September 2016, a potter and school art teacher emailed me and introduced herself.  Ruth said she’d gotten to “know” me through my website (art-rageous.net), and wondered if it would be okay to come spend a day at school with me when she and her husband were in Virginia visiting relatives.   They planned to come in October, and she offered to do a clay workshop with my students.

Wow!  I get a lot of emails through my website (which averages about 5000 visitors per day), and most are from art teachers around the country/world who want more information about the various lesson plans I’ve shared.  This was the first time anyone (especially someone over a thousand miles away!) had asked about meeting in person (yikes!), coming to my school, and interacting with my students….  Despite my online, “out there” presence, in real life I’m very low-profile, private, and reserved, so I was more than a little antsy and suspicious!

After some well-justified snooping (I verified that she was who she said she was, and taught where she said she did), I also checked with some people at my school to make sure this would be okay.  As Ruth and I exchanged more emails over the next few weeks, however, I started getting excited about meeting her, and I began to feel that I “knew” her, too!

Prior to her visit, I purchased some low-fire white clay, a couple of rolling pins and some canvas to cover the tables while wedging the clay.   I still wasn’t quite sure what Ruth had in mind, but these were the supplies she’d requested, so I was at least somewhat prepared.

She arrived just before my first class on Monday, October 17th, and we greeted each other like long-lost friends.  Too cool!  There wasn’t really time to chat much since kids started coming in the room, but as she unpacked her supplies, I saw that she’d brought various clay tools–and leaves.

Leaves?  Like the plural of “leaf.”  Real leaves.  She also brought an example of a ceramic leaf, and she explained to me (and to the students) that it was made by rolling out a 1/2″ slab of clay, placing a leaf on it, tracing and cutting out the shape, and then firing it, and glazing it, and firing it again.

With that introduction, she got the kids wedging chunks of clay (which involves kneading and pounding the wet clay to remove any air bubbles in it), and next came the rolling, tracing, and cutting part:

As each student finished cutting out his or her leaf (and adding little “feet” to the bottom of it), I placed it on a cart to dry.

Our little tabletop potter’s wheel doesn’t work particularly well, but after making the leaves, Ruth demonstrated how to use the wheel, and the kids got a chance to try, too.  Each class had SUCH a good time! 🙂

When Ruth first contacted me about doing a clay workshop, I told her I had a kiln, but that it probably hadn’t been used in at least 20-25 years–and certainly never by me.  No one seems to know if it was ever used in the school’s art program (the tabletop wheel was there, too, when I got there…), so I’d always assumed that it had belonged to a former employee.

I’d had it checked out a couple of times over the years by “clay people” who said it appeared to be in good condition, but since I don’t have a strong clay background–and had no experience with kilns–I’d just never tried to use it.  (When I moved into my “new” art building in 2008, a separate “kiln room” was added, at my request–though that still didn’t push me into actually using it.)

At the end of the school day when Ruth’s husband came to pick her up, they both checked out the kiln and said it appeared to be in excellent condition and safe to use.  Ruth gave me a box of 04 cones, and I told her I would have a million questions for her, but I was ready to try it!

We all got together for dinner that evening (Ruth, her husband, Wayne and myself), and how I wish they lived closer!  We could have talked for hours and hours, but such things happen when you bring together artists and musicians, and people who are sincerely caring and engaged.  Bottom line, I think we’re part of the same “tribe.” 🙂

I started reading about kilns, in general, and also about “my” kiln, in particular.  By watching a variety of YouTube videos and with Ruth’s help via email, I slowly gained confidence in my ability to safely and successfully do a test firing.

When I decided to plug it in for the very first time, I realized that I couldn’t plug it in!  While it was the right voltage (240), the shape of the receptacle didn’t match the shape of the plug.  Well, darn!  There was a bit of a delay as I waited for the maintenance staff to purchase and install the proper receptacle, but finally on December 7th, I was ready to do my first ever firing of a kiln.   How exciting!

I’d used kiln wash on the shelves, made sure the cone supports were adjusted properly, put an 04 cone on the supports, turned on the breaker, opened the windows in the kiln room, set the controls for an automatic, low-fire ceramic firing, set the Kiln Sitter–and pushed the button.

YAY!  The red light on the Kiln Sitter came on and there was a slight buzzing sound as this old machine came to life, doing what it was designed to do.  Happy dancing, for sure!

When I checked it after 5 minutes, there was a little tendril of smoke coming out of the vent hole in the lid.  No worries–just burning off some dust or something.  Well, five minutes later the whole kiln room was full of smoke, and the fan in the window couldn’t pull it out as fast as it was pouring out of the kiln!  Not good!

I turned off the breaker to cut power to the kiln, but by that time smoke was coming out under the door of the kiln room and filling my classroom.  REALLY not good!

Long story short, multiple windows were opened, multiple fans were set up, and my classes had to meet in a different building that day.

When we finally opened the kiln late that afternoon, the shelves with kiln wash on them were a dark, grayish-purple in color, and there were significant “scorch” marks along the inner lid and the upper kiln wall.  What the hell had happened?!

  

I contacted Ruth and other potter friends, as well as a kiln repair service in Richmond.  No one had EVER heard of such a thing happening before, but the best guess was that at some time (perhaps during the many years that it been stored in the basement of another building) something flammable had been spilled in or on the kiln.  At no point were there visible flames, but who knows what was happening inside.  The elements appeared intact, however, and there was no obvious damage.

I was determined to try this again, but I decided to wait until March 17th, during our Spring Break.  With no students at school, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about abandoning my classroom for the day.  Knowing that there could be heavy smoke again, I set up two exhaust fans in the windows, and I also opened other windows and turned on other fans.  And as an extra precaution, I took the fire extinguisher off the wall and put it within easy reach….

One more time I turned the breaker on, put an 04 cone on the cone support, set the timer and the other settings, and pushed the button.  One more time, the red light came on the Kiln Sitter, and it made a slight buzzing sound.  AND one more time, a little tendril of smoke started coming out through the vent hole in the lid.

Next, some smoke started coming up between the bricks on the lid….  Curious….

But that was as bad as it got (not bad at all!), and the two fans were able to pull the smoke out of the room.  I’d brought some work with me–just in case things went well–so I settled in for the day.  I had no idea how long it would take for the cone to bend, or if the Kiln Sitter would actually turn the kiln off (as it was supposed to do when the cone bent), but after 4-1/2 hours, I heard a click!  It worked!!

The next day when I went into the kiln room, I took this picture of the top of the kiln.  No idea why smoke had come through the lid, but each brick had been well defined by the smoke:

When I opened the kiln, I was surprised by how clean it was; the scorch marks had completely burned off!

And the cone had bent at the correct angle, meaning that the kiln had reached the correct temperature and then turned itself off.  Excellent!

On Friday, March 24th, I put fresh kiln wash on the shelves, and loaded the kiln with the greenware leaves that Ruth had helped us make in October!  I set the fans in the windows, pushed the button, and 7-1/2 hours later, the Kiln Sitter turned off the kiln and we had our first ever successful bisque firing!

I ordered an inexpensive 6-pack of solid color, low-fire glazes, and the kids were finally able to paint their leaves.  (A student asked if this was a graded project.  Hahaha–no!)

On April 13th, using an 05 cone, we did our first glaze firing:

When I opened the kiln on April 14th and saw all of the brightly colored, shiny leaves, I knew that a new art offering had been created at my school for the upcoming year, even if it HAD taken us 5 months and some semi-disasters to get there!

Will we still use Sculpey for some sculpture projects?  OH yes, because it is a WAY cool sculpture medium that the kids really enjoy:

  

But will we also use “real” clay?  Absolutely!

One of Ruth’s gifts to me in October was a notebook filled with her clay lesson plans, pictures, and project ideas.  In October, I looked at this collection with trepidation; now I look at it with anticipation!

I can’t thank her enough for reaching out to me across the internet (and miles!), and for sharing her time, talents, and passions with me and my students.  With her help and motivation, I’ve not only added a new art experience for our program, I’ve also gained an all-things-clay resource, a new friend, and an on-going connection with a warm, genuine kindred spirit. <3

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Camping Adventure, April 8-9, 2017

We were able to go on our first camping trip over the weekend.  Since we took our travel trailer, pics are posted on a blog I started about the trailer’s restoration:

Impromptu Camping Trip, April 8-9, 2017

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North on the Skyline Drive – March 25, 2017

We both had plenty of things to do at home, but given a very warm, overcast Saturday–and with rain in the forecast for Sunday–we decided to go somewhere.  A return trip to Westmoreland State Park or Smith Mountain Lake weren’t totally off the table at first, but finally we decided to drive out Rt. 810, get on Rt. 33 West, and go up the mountain to the Skyline Drive.

This plan almost worked, but about 10 miles into the trip on Rt. 810, we saw a sign announcing that the road was closed.  Really?  Okay, fine.  We backtracked, took some alternate routes, and still saw interesting things along the way.

The Skyline Drive runs for 105 miles (north/south) in Shenandoah National Park along the crest of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We got on the Drive at Swift Run Gap, and we were surprised by the amount of cars getting on at this entrance.  Fortunately, there wasn’t a lot of traffic, but many of the overlooks and hiking areas were quite busy.  What can we say?  It’s nice that people enjoy these spectacular views!

  

When we got to Big Meadows, we checked out the campground.  There were a lot of tents and a fair amounts of trailers and RVs, with more coming in while we were there.  I think this was the opening weekend for Big Meadows, but other campgrounds along the Drive are still closed.

THIS site in the campground was rather interesting…. It appeared to be right on the edge of a steep drop-off, so I sure hope that campers use their flashlights or lanterns when they’re stoking the campfire or going to their picnic table!

We went to the visitor’s center, and as we were walking around outside, I kept hearing a Bluebird.  I was finally able to spot it in a distant tree and get a half-decent picture.

After leaving Big Meadows, we continued north on the Skyline Drive, stopping frequently to take pictures.  The first picture below is the west side of Old Rag Mountain, and the second picture is of Crescent Rock.

  

At the Crescent Rock overlook:

  

Because the Skyline Drive is on the very top of a mountain, there are views to the west of the Shenandoah Valley, as well as to the east.  Both directions offer nice views.

 

There’s a short tunnel a little further north, as well as an overlook.  It was a nice spot to pause for a bit and count our blessings.

  

At Thornton Gap, we turned off the Skyline Drive and headed towards Sperryville.  If you get dizzy easily, you might not want to watch this video! 🙂

As we approached the town of Sperryville, we saw a “LOVE” trailer, and then a gift shop offering quilts.

  

A quilt outlet?  I wasn’t sure what that meant, so we stopped to check it out.  The prices were very, very reasonable, but I guess I was expecting locally made quilts and accessories.  Some were really quite pretty, but as a “sewist,” it was kind of disheartening to realize that there’s no way I could make/sell a quilt or quilted purse for the prices I saw on the ones offered in the shop.  Since I’d have that much just in materials, I’m not sure who makes their products, which are advertised as handmade.  After we left, though, I was kind of sorry that I didn’t buy one of the purses I liked in the shop.  Oh well, maybe NEXT trip! 🙂

After passing through the town of Sperryville, we drove towards Madison, VA on Rt. 231.  To our surprise, we were treated to views of the east side of Old Rag Mountain.  We’d seen the west side from the Skyline Drive.

  

We thoroughly enjoy our drives through the rural Virginia countryside, and we hope that you enjoy our travel adventures, too. 🙂

Interactive Trip Map:

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Riley: September 2001 – March 21, 2017

The loss of a beloved fur-child always hurts.  Sometimes it hurts like hell. And sometimes it hurts so much that it brings you to your knees and breaks your heart….

Riley was a survivor.

When he was a kitten, he survived being lost–up a tree in a rainstorm. My friend, Kim, rescued him from the tree, and took him home to foster. I truly did not *need* another cat–I had three–but after I met him, I knew that he would be coming home with me. Sweet-natured, energetic, and smart as a whip, Riley was my first boy kitty, and what a boy he was!

I wondered how he would adjust to my household, with its three other cats and two dogs, but I didn’t need to worry.

He was patient and gentle (well, most of the time…) with my ancient Siamese, Cica (who died in April 2002 at the age of 20)….

…he let himself be mothered by Cirrus…

…and he got along great with my dogs!

  

He was still young and rambunctious, however, and I never quite knew where I’d find him. The top of my closet door was always a possibility…. For a while during his youth, I’m sure he thought his full name was, “Dammit, Riley!”

About 5 months after adopting Riley, I found “The Three Meezeketeers,” Kian, Kai, and Aja. Once again–after some initial hissing and sniffing–Riley was adaptable and sweet-natured, and he soon adored the babies!

His favorite kitten, however, was the little sealpoint female, Aja, and this mutual love affair between Aja and Riley continued throughout his life….

  

We added another kitten, Niko, in 2003, and again Riley was gracious and welcoming….

When Niko was about a year old, however, he developed a serious condition known as “stomatitis.” Feline stomatitis is an incredibly painful inflammation of a cat’s mouth, gums, and throat. While the cause of this disease is not fully known, one thought is that cats contract this through the spread of a virus. Is that what happened here? I may never know….

One of the last-ditch efforts for the treatment of stomatitis–as radical as it sounds–is the removal of a cat’s teeth. Niko had full-mouth dental extractions in 2006, and he adjusted pretty well. Riley had three separate dental surgeries beginning in 2010 to try to combat the disease–but there were complications….

As a result of not being able to eat due to the stomatitis, Riley developed feline hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver disease) in 2010. A total of 4 separate surgeries to insert (or re-insert…) feeding tubes kept him alive during this time.

And then, due to long-term steroid use (for the stomatitis) which damaged his pancreas, Riley became diabetic. When he developed diabetic ketoacidosis–yet another life-threatening illness–I essentially brought him home from the vet’s to die. Simply put, I was out of money for further treatments, and I was also unwilling to put this brave, beautiful cat through anything further. I couldn’t make the decision to euthanize just then, but I also knew I wouldn’t let him suffer if the end did not come quickly or easily….

When the vet called the next day, inquiring in somber tones about Riley, I said he’d just run up the stairs and he was asking for food. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone line, and the young vet said, “That shouldn’t be happening….” I guess Riley didn’t know that! With diet changes, and with the support of insulin injections 2x a day for about 6 months, his blood glucose levels stabilized and he was no longer diabetic. Once more he’d survived, against all odds.

In the Fall of 2016, Riley started having more health issues. A vet visit in October (with minimal diagnostic testing, at my request), was inconclusive. At that point, my goal shifted to monitoring his quality of life, and keeping him as happy and as comfortable as possible, for as long as possible. By January 2017, he was having good days and bad moments….

During some of the bad moments–times when I thought for sure I was losing him–I would have sent him on his way to the “Rainbow Bridge” right then if I’d had the means (or a resident vet!) to do so. I’d sit on the floor beside him and I’d tell him it was okay to go. I’d ask both of my parents to watch for him, and I’d tell him that I would always, always love him.

But 15 minutes or so after each “episode,” he would sit up, gather his wits, and walk into the kitchen asking for food. (Dammit, Riley….) And I would feed him. And he would eat. Like I’ve said, he was a survivor.

By mid-March, the “episodes” were not happening as frequently, but he was simply slowing down. As much as I dreaded it, I knew that his time was getting short.

On the evening of March 21, 2017, I knew it was time–actually, truthfully, past time…. And even though I knew, logically, that I needed to free his amazing, strong spirit from his tired and worn out body, emotionally, in some ways, it felt like a betrayal….

After spending so many years, so much money, so much time, so much energy, and so much love trying to keep this wonderful, old cat alive and in a good place (I’m thankful that he was able to enjoy the too-early, warm Spring days out on the screened porch, which he loved), it seemed so wrong to make the decision to end his life.

He went peacefully, and as he took his last breath, through my tears I told my Mom (who died in 2012) that she was getting herself one hell of a fine cat. The very best cat. Ever.

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