The month of May was a good one for me, with a crescendo of energy before the heat-beaten days of summer. Good oppurtunities presented themselves and I followed many of the avenues they led me to.
Before the weather gets too hot, Evelyn and I made an effort to do a long bicycle ride, ‘long’ being relative to Evelyn’s ability. We set out early in the month intending to at least tie our 15.5 mile record for longest ride. Not only did we break our distance record by one mile, but we made it all the way to Teddy Roosevelt Island! Bicycling to this National Park in the Potomac River has been a goal of mine since I moved to the area three years ago, and I had thought it would take Evelyn a season of riding to prepare for this endeavor. But we made it! Together we explored the hiking trails and boardwalk that traverse the perimeter of the isle (on foot, becausewheels are verboten there). The monument to T.R. was stirring, the inscribed stone monoliths standing amidst the cool green forest like an intact holy site from an extinct civilization, surrounded by the eternal energy of nature. It was then that I was disappointed that I had left my camera at home! At least we have a good reason to go back. (Note to self: have Natl. Parks passbook stamped for T.R. Island dated May 6, ’07).
The following weekend, we made a hasty road trip out to my boyhood home in northern Indiana, pictured above. My father intends to move soon, and I wanted to show Evelyn the place where I had spent my boyhood years, a place we Hackels call WilderHaven. Evelynhad been there before, but not during pleasant weather, and this seemed like our last chance. Once Dad sells WilderHaven, it’s either destined for ever-encroaching suburban housing or a farmer’s plow. Either fate will destroy one of my most special and endearing places on Earth.
My father purchased WilderHaven in 1987, which was a farm field at the time, presumably full of soybeans. We moved our house there, and started to piece together the country homestead my parents had always wanted. (Yeah, I grew up in a trailer. Laugh while you can, cityfolk.) Mom and Dad, both being Wildlife Management majors, spent the next twenty years crafting the six acre plot into a mini-arboretum, a personal refuge of nature. Mom’s garden gave us fresh tomatoes, sunflowers, cucumbers, green beans, Brussells sprouts and carrots year after year. Dad set us all to to the task of turning the weedy fields into our own personal forest. Elms invaded from the east, Maples from the west, and Sumacs and Mulberrys from the north. Ornamental trees stood in an arboreal courtyard around the house: Red Maple, many Oaks, Sassafras, Sweetgum, Hickory, Douglas Fir, and my Dad’s cherished Yellowwood. Others took root as planted saplings: Tulip, Black Locust, River Birch, Willow, Flowering Dogwood, Catalpa, Paw-Paw, Kentucky Coffeetree, and Persimmon. Forming the northwest wind and snow barrier were Red Pine, White Pine, Cedar, and Norway Spruce. Prarie grasses thrived in the southwest corner, gently waving in the wind. I grew up with these trees, my childhood friends, and I remember looking out over the nascent tops of them. Now they tower thirty feet over me, swaying in the wind.
Over the years my family added a birdfeeder, a wading pool, a tetherball court, a campfire pit, and a playground. Trails through the trees let us tour our engineered grove. My dog Alex was buried there, along with our numerous other pets, a long tradition of animal companions. So many animals came through our house that I now refer to it a the WilderHaven Zoological Society. I erected bluebird nesting boxes, did carpentry projects with Dad like such as the above-mentioned playground, and spent hours each summer mowing the natural green carpets of our lawn, a wide frolicing space. After twenty years of effort, turning a soybean field into a private park, Dad is now selling it. His winds of fortune have changed, and I wish him godspeed wherever his dreams may lead him. WilderHaven was, and will always will be, one of my favorite places on Earth. This visit may have been my last chance to say goodbye to this verdant sanctuary.
A few weeks later, Ian asks me if I’m going to Balticon A sci-fi con? Meh. I like sci-fi, grew up with the stuff. Dad would stay up late with me, and when the rest of the world folded into sleep, he would pull his timeworn paperbacks off the shelf. The imagination of Ray Bradbury would mingle in the air along with the dust of the yellowed paper. As I got older, I went through a three-year Star Trek phase, then bounced from franchise to franchise. I’m not a sci-fi fanboy, I’ve just hit many of the obvious stops along the way through.
But Balticon was a great place to demo Ferrball’s Mansion, my three-year-old card game prototype. The reaction from four sleep deprived gamers was positive, and they were definitely up for more if only it weren’t 4:00 a.m.. That session gave me many ideas on how to improve the game. On a more productive note, I also attended a helpful panel about publishing games, starring Kory ‘Zendo’ Heath, Gavin ‘Robot Martini’ Schmitt, and Jake ‘Play Again Games’ Davenport. Thanks for the info guys! I also got to play several games of EcoFluxx, Chrononauts, and some other designer’s prototype called Dazzle (which reminded me of Dominoes, only with 12-sided tiles).
The coolest thing I saw at Balticon? The Mace. Nice wooden handle, heavy stainless steel chain, and fist-sized D20s in place of spiked balls. Yeah, that’s right… really big dice on a stick.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to Houston!
Nifty Wikipedia Thing: the Darian Calendar of Mars
Movies I’ve Seen:
The Battle of Algiers
Twelve O’Clock High
What I’m Reading:
"Jack London: Sailor on Horseback" by Irving Stone
"The Confederate Navy" by Philip van Doren Stern