Glassberg Conservation Area Winter Walk

Here's a new Missouri conservation area opened October 2012:  Myron and Sonya Glassberg Family Conservation Area on the outskirts of St. Louis.

Winter visit, February 24, 2013

area sign at entrance lot

at the beginning of the trail

old roads with asphalt base

creek

Buder Lake - 3 acres

1 mile trail loop around the lake

stocked fishing lake

icy little fall

Portrait: The Boulder Man with No Name

Courtesy of Anonymous Aquarius Bill, STP Family Forum

Paw Paws In Season - SPOILER!

Missouri paw paws are again in season.  I feasted on them this weekend.  They are small-ish so far, but very sweet.  Orchard farmers have been telling me that the drought has resulted in smaller yet sweeter domestic fruit.  It seems to be that way for the wild paw paws.

Here's the spoiler:  Paw paws can be had in St. Louis county in abundance, at Castlewood State Park.  You'll need to hike the trails along the river and locate the stands of paw paw trees.  Another great place to collect is at Aker's Ferry on the Current River.  The trees in this area are laden with fruit and ready for the picking!

So, now you're going to have a nice basket of fruit - if you're ready to hit the forests and bottom-lands.

Kentucky State University posted this nice recipe for paw paw pie:

3/4 c. sugar
2 Tbsp. flour or cornstarch
2 eggs (reserve whites for meringue)
2 c. milk
1 c. pawpaw pulp

Combine sugar and flour. Add egg yolks and milk. When well mixed add pawpaw pulp. Cook until thick and pour into baked pie crust. Cover with meringue and brown in moderate oven.

Magic Mountain Music

I will be literally heading for the mountains this July. I have the distinct pleasure of performing with the Jah Kings, [ Jah Kings Music ] an outstanding reggae/world/jazz/funk group. Alexander Kofi is a brilliant songwriter and superb singer/musician. I'll be performing:

• Meadow Muffins - Colorado Springs CO - July 19
• Coyote Moon - Pagosa Springs CO - July 20
• KTAOS Solar Center - Taos NM - July 21

I look forward to this tour, and hope there may be some folks in the area who might want to attend. If there are any STP family survivors in the area, I would love to meet you and share stories. Regardless, the shows will be fantastic, and I hope to linger in the Taos area for a few days.

MO Skeeters Mutated by Climate Change

I went down to the Steinberg Memorial Prairie last nite to commune with my deer buddies. The park service burned the prairie last fall and the blackberries are coming in like gang-busters. So we will have lovely blackberry cobblers this summer!

But the mosquitoes down there clouded me. And they are BIG! These new global warming induced critters are as big as birds and faster than a speeding bullet. I was down a pint of blood before I could even say "ouch!" They don't seem to be deterred by 100% DEET so there's not much hope of repelling them with some wussy peppermint/tea tree oil "natural" concoctions.

The only thing to do is harvest them. I'm working on a device that is a gel-filled sleeve to be worn on the arms, containing the scent of human blood. When the giant skeeters stick their snout in the gel, it will firm up and keep them from flying away. And that means dinnertime!

GIANT MISSOURI MOSQUITO FRITTERS

Ingredients:

• Three medium-sized Giant Missouri Mutant Mosquitoes (approx. 8oz apiece)
• Flour
• Salt
• Pepper
• Rosemary
• Canola Oil

Preparation:
Field-dress the mosquitoes, removing the beaks and wings. Sprinkle salt, pepper and rosemary in the body cavity and close with poultry trusses. Dredge the insects in flour. Bring canola oil to full heat just short of smoking. Fry the mosquitoes for approximately 5 minutes per side. Serve with sweet potato french fries and field greens. Serves 3.

Disturbing News from the Missouri Wilderness

I just spent the last weekend in March deep in the Mark Twain National Forest, nestled on the banks of the upper Courtois Creek. I became depressed as I observed the radically incorrect climate. Year after year I've spent many hours in the deep woods in all seasons and the relentless climate warming has continued to accelerate.

On the first evening, I was amazed to see that the fireflies have come out in droves. I don't recall fireflies before late May - until this year. June beetles are out as well, and as their name suggests they are considerably early. The mosquitoes were swarming in clouds, not like in Missouri but like Canada or Alaska where a swarm of mosquitoes can drain a man in minutes. And the seed ticks are so thick they're immune to DEET.

Two days of foraging for mushrooms and other wild things led nowhere. Not a single morel was to be found. The soil is moist, but the leaf mast is dry as a bone and crunchy underfoot. The daytime temperature was 88F and it barely dropped below 80F during the evenings. Again, March 31 in Missouri. Wrong as a three headed billy-goat.

The only bright spot to my journey was the quality of water in the Courtois Creek. The river is abundant and teeming with crayfish, darters, snails, minnows, and all sorts of fish. An otter surfaced during the day when I was setting up camp. His family continued to show themselves for days as if they graciously allowed me to share their corner of the world. But this will be scant consolation when the atmosphere boils off the surface of the planet and the Courtois goes bone dry.

But at least America had a good run plundering the natural resources, living comfortably at the expense of every other living creature and modifying the environment to suit her greedy children. And now the atmosphere has been ruined.

Just fucking ruined.

Remember the Cicadas?

I was just thinking about the cicada event this summer. They were so prolific, so busy. And so beautiful. At one point I heard rumors that cicada wings were a valuable commodity, supposedly used to decorate tiny fairy figurines with crystalline wings. Or something to that effect. The anticipated eBay gold rush never came.

they emerged from holes in the ground ...


and filled the trees and sky ...


after leaving the husks of their former forms behind ....

Break the Fever!

There's just one way to break a bad case of cabin fever, and that's to get out of the cabin and on to the ground. Despite warnings of wet weather, I'll be heading to Peck Ranch Conservation Area and backpacking in to the Rocky Creek area north of Stegall Mountain.

Who's in? I'll be headed south on the OT near Rocky Falls at 8AM on Saturday, March 5. Join me for a trip to the top of Stegall Mountain, then down into the hollows for a deep-woods evening camp. There'll be plenty of grub and libation. Join me? Leave a reply and let me know to expect you. I'll leave the proverbial string out.

Jewels In the Night

If you're lucky enough to be in the bitter cold ice-bound midwest tonight, it will do you well to shed your cabin feverish state and go outside for a bit. The trees are covered with ice and the available ambient light illuminates them. To me, it's as if the goddess Gaia has chosen a unique moment in time to freeze the glory of evolutionary continuity and allow mere ascendents like me to grasp the crystalline reality of our beauty and fortunate majesty.

Go outside. There's not much of a moon - a mere sliver of a slice of light - but the stars are out tonight and the cold has dropped the moisture in the air as tiny fragments of snow. Clear. Cold. Quiet. Crystalline. Sacred. Yours. A delight of light. In the dark. Reach for it. Savor it. It's for you and you alone.

I love being here on this glorious planet. I can't very well thank the Great Clock Maker but I will thank you all for being here with me. It's just lovely.

Winter Ozark Float Trip

Gosh, I need to get out on a river! This time of year, the algae and sediment drop out of the Ozark streams, leaving it amazingly clear and blue. Every rock, every fish, every living thing in the stream is exposed to view. Mind you, it can be a bit chilly, especially if you go overboard. I always bring a fluffy sleeping bag packed in two layers of waterproof bags in case I dump and need to warm up. Just find a nice gravel bar, build a big driftwood fire, and crawl into that warm bag.

Big Piney, Little Piney, Gasconade, Courtois, Huzzah, Meramec, Current, Jacks Fork... take your pick. You won't be crowded out by hordes of drunken party-goers - for all their hubris and volume they just can't hang with the field hippies.

Gunsight Politics

Well, Sarah Palin's clearly shown what thoughtless and violent insinuation will precipitate. Gunsight politics. What did we expect, after all.

Ms. Palin, I'll see your gunsight analogy bet, and raise you. As a big game hunter there are a couple of approaches; hunting for trophies or hunting for meat.

As far as hunting Ms. Palin is concerned, I'd mount it - but I wouldn't eat it. She's just too bitter for my palate.

Missouri Atlatl Deer Hunting

Atlatl. Funny name. It's pronounced "atlatl."

For the first time this year Missouri allows the use of atlatl to take deer, but only during the regular firearms season. The conservation commission must think these 10,000 year old spear flingers are in the same category of accuracy and deadliness as a firearm. They may be right. Missouri Department of Conservation's definition of the device: "atlatl, which is defined as a rod or narrow board-like device used to launch, through a throwing motion of the arm, a dart 5 to 8 feet in length."

Missouri requires the use of centerfire expanding-type bullets, shotgun slugs or 40-caliber ball-type black powder ammunition when hunting deer. Or atlatl. Whatever works best. But Wooly Mammoth is a different game entirely. None of the firearms methods allowed for deer today would be effective in harvesting a mammoth. Except the atlatl. Atlatl points have been found deeply embedded in the bones of killed Mammoths. Elephant meat tonite, sisters and brothers.

I wonder what advantages an atlatl has in an urban guerrilla warfare setting?

Bourbeuse River Mill Rock Access

This low-water crossing of the Bourbeuse River in Franklin County Missouri is a special spot. Mill Rock juts upstream toward the concrete crossing, standing like a sentinel. Cool shade, fishing holes to wade and other delights await. Bivouac the top of the rock on a clear night and the stars will transform you.

North America 2010: Bad for Veggies, Great for Fruit

This has been a hot and brutal summer in the Midwest for veggie gardens. Tomatoes were virtually wiped out, leafy greens wilted before they started, sweet corn parched and miserable. But the fruit trees have been bountiful. I had a huge crop of blueberries, pears, and apples - and they were delightful.

Which brings me to my point: Paw paws are going to be wonderful this year, and the persimmon trees are literally breaking down from the weight of fruit. Get yee to the woods, young 'uns, and rustle up some wild fruit... before the deer and raccoons eat 'em all up!

Gone Contractin'

The UNIX infrastructure is whining again. Lucky for me, somebody's putting pretty good money at the problem. The UNIX hippie rides again!

It's about the same old systems problems but with more domains abstracted behind a conceptual user view construct that trivializes the user interface and pretends to simplify the experience.

But the 'vi' editor comes to the heroic rescue, assisted by Larry Wall's Frankeinstein Shellscript and a host of pipeline shell and troff-based eccentricities. As always.

Kick ass, take logins!

Blackberry Bonanza

It's blackberry time! My arms are scratched and bleeding. The sweat pours down from my brow. Chaff from the weeds sticks to my thorn-ragged, sweaty arms and itches like a thousand paper cuts.

But there's easily a gallon of big, ripe blackberries in the bucket hanging around my neck. And more to come. They're just turning ripe now and will continue to ripen over the next two weeks.

I have a secret place where fallow fields have been burned off to improve wildlife habitat. Blackberries like that kind of periodic burn-off and come in thicker each year. Couple that with the mild and wet early spring and you have the perfect storm for blackberry blooms.

Gosh, wouldn't it be a good idea to make some homemade ice cream to go with that cobbler I'll be baking?

Secret Wilderness Lake

I've got a secret: There's a lake nestled deep in an Ozark hollow few people know of, spring-fed and spitting distance from a pristine Ozark stream. I spent two days in glorious vernal reflection there this week. Not a human sound around, save an occasional airplane.

Declaration of Evolution

I had the honor of narrating "The Declaration of Evolution" by Timothy Leary a few years ago. It was performed with the C3 Psychoto-electro Arkestra and mixed down with additional digital synthesizers.

When I first read "The Politics of Ecstasy" in 1968 I thought the idea of all species having rights was a little radical. And the notion that we needed to retreat to tribal societies to keep from fucking the Earth up was even more radical. Some of the hippies were adopting this philosophy and although I admired their courage I wasn't ready to give up my creature comforts.

Boy, does it seem different now! After watching "Avatar" and hearing the conservative paranoid fallout about the storyline it makes perfect sense.

Here is a link to the audio file of the reading. I hope I can do some scant justice to Uncle Tim's brilliant and eternal work.

Cecil Nixxon MySpace page

Cabin Fever

It's been snowing for a while. You're cooped-up and getting irritated at the family and the pets. There's nothing on TV but soap operas and 37 different varieties of court TV shows. Maury is about to test some deadbeat for paternity. Jerry's boys are taking their shirts off for a fight. Your first thought: "I'm gonna kill somebody!!!!!"

You have cabin fever, the only known antidote is putting on the boots and getting the hell outdoors.

The Chain of Rocks Bridge is a good place this time of year if you're layered up. The bald eagles are out fishing and the ice floes are awesome.

Xmas Lites

I headed up to town a few nights ago to get some bacon and a couple of beers. I took the long way home to watch the sunset turn to twilight. There was a farmhouse decorated with the new LED lights. They had really outdone themselves. I was fascinated with how intense the lights were; the colors are so razor-sharp and linear. Very trippy and cool for smart humans!

Suddenly I was struck with another light display over the ridge. I couldn't believe what I saw. Whatever they were using, it was radiating from deep blue to a brilliant bright white and washing the whole ridge in this crazy light show.

About that time the full moon broke the ridge and started to rise in the sky. Better than LEDs. Much better.