Sunday, July 26, 2015

Gifford Pinchot State Park: Revisited

We traveled to the Midwest to visit my wife's parents in Missouri. We stopped in Gifford Pinchot State Park in Pennsylvania again on the way out, having visited for the first time in 2012. We arrived after dark and had about one hour to set up tents before thunderstorms and rain were predicted.

We got it set up quickly even in the dark, with the second white tent offering steep deflecting sides over the rain fly. I just barely had time to tie and peg everything down before ravishing wind and rain hit us. Mommy and Itsy Bit were inside arranging cots and sleeping bags. I got soaked while finishing last tie downs! Itsy Bit was quite upset at the rain and thunder and lightening.  But we got through the night in quite good order. There was very little rain on the tent floor next morning. Cots and sleeping bags were dry! Hurrah! Our first real test of the new storm configuration. We were very pleased with the results.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Dry after the Storm Torrent

The calm after the storm the next morning was quite peaceful. The fog lifted off as the morning ensued for a beautiful day. 

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot State Park Early Morning

There were not many folks at the Pinchot State Park this visit. We had a well-drained, beautiful site at the right hand corner of the swim beach. There were some early morning swimmers but I was able to get an undisturbed view of the beach before they arrived.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot SP Swim Beach at Dawn

I looked forward to seeing the herons again after our last visit and true to form, they patrolled the environs routinely. 

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Heron Patrol at Dawn

Later in the day, it felt as if we had the swim beach to ourselves. It was a beautiful day, the water temperature was delicious, and the clean, sandy bottom was soothing. It was very relaxing after the storm-filled night.


 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot SP Swim Beach

Out littlest, Itsy Bit, was well-equipped to enjoy the depths of the swim beach!


Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Itsy Bit's Goggle Face

A popsicle-shaped floatie was a gift to Itsy Bit from a family friend. This picture was sent via smartphone to the gifter to inform of its use across the national vistas.

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 A Popsicle Floatie

Life in camp was very relaxing. Campfire at night and in the morning. One must use local wood and not import any from another state. Swimwear and towels drying on the line. Notice the dog relaxing at tent-side. 

We learned after the fact that pets were not welcome in the sites close to the water front. We surmised perhaps due to potential water contamination from pet doo-doo. We even had the chance to meet a college intern measuring water contamination after storm runoff. So they conduct routine water quality and temperature measurements.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot Camp Life

It makes sense and we had not considered the issue until traveling with a new pet this trip. Once aware, we kept her in her kennel and walked her in approved areas. 

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Dog Stuff

The site had excellent gravel and drainage. Although it made pegging the tent down a bit more difficult, it wasn't impossible with the steel pegs.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Drying Out after the Storm

I marveled at the abstract nature of the shore-side water plants. There were slight ripples from the water insects and fish that I tried to capture on film. 


 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Abstract Water Plants

Parking for up to two cars was available at each site right proximal to the tent setup. We had a beautiful view of the lake at Site 114. It may well be the best site available. We felt so lucky.

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot State Park Site 114 Beachside

After a long day of resting and swim activity, the sun quietly drew back over the distant hills.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Gifford Pinchot SP Sunset

After a swim-filled day and a full tummy after camp dinner, Itsy Bit was quick to sack out at the evening campfire. 

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Itsy Bit Sacks Out at Campfire

 And the last light at the camp site before turning in.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Last Light - Day is Done

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Summer Fruit: Juicy Peaches and Cantalope by the Basket

I have taken some time off from work for the summer and have been anxious to paint again. Was able to set aside some time in Maine while visiting friends at camp during the July 4th festivities. To me, this is reminiscent of Renoir and Cezanne.

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Summer Peaches and Cantalope by the Basket

I have received some comments and feedback about the painting from family members. For the first time, my dear wife put a price on a painting and said I should sell it for thus-and-such dollar amount. A short time later she even raised her price expectations. My youngest daughter, Itsy Bit, wanted to see another cantalope basket faded and shaded in the background like the model I had arranged. My mother-in-law wasn't immediately sure what the cantalope was and had to be informed of the matter. I realized that the cantalope selected did not have the longitudinal rind lines that some folks may be familiar with and that those could be added for clarity.

My wife asked if I would change the painting but I replied I would rather paint another one anew if I were to add or change anything. In any case, this one makes me happy each time I look at it.

I have numerous other ideas to work on for the memories and feelings of summer-time. One step at a time. This is the Daily Walk.


Saturday, July 4, 2015

On July Fourth: In Maine

We were once again fortunate to spend some time with friends at the camp in Maine this year. The lake was cool, quiet, and peaceful. The weather superb. The fellowship was Grade A Number One!

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Day is Done in Maine Camp

Our youngest, Itsy Bit, believes herself to be the world's best fisherwoman. This year at eight years old, she learned to bait the hook herself with the struggling, resistant, and slippery nightcrawlers. And also, remove the kibbers from the hook once caught and drop them in a pail of water. Once she collects a dozen, she releases back into the water and catches them again.

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Itsy Bit Fishing for Kibbers

Vacations are for relaxing. My lovely wife illustrates well that putting up one's feet, setting up in the partial shade and sun with a good magazine, soft breezes, and quiet are the perfect algorithm for a nap. I think that is an iced "Not Your Father's Root Beer" in hand!

 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Totally Relaxed in Maine

And what would the Fourth of July be without a bit of evening noise? Each year, it seems we try to outdo ourselves just a little bit more over the prior year! I love the color and lithography on the fireworks packages!


 Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Preparing for Evening Fireworks 01

This year, we had so many fireworks that I called out a tribute and blessing to many parties just prior to each launch:

God Bless the Lakes and Ponds!
God Bless the Town of Sangerville!
God Bless the State of Maine!
God Bless the US House of Representatives!
God Bless the US Senate!
God Bless the US Supreme Court!
God Bless the President of the United States!
Etc! Etc! Etc!

We cast many blessings upon the waters...I kid you not! We heard a few chuckles from other camps across the water!

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Preparing for Evening Fireworks 02

And here is my friend, the Irish Patriarch of Festivity, the local Artist-in-Residence. Thanks for all your hospitality and inspiration, Bob!

Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Irish Patriarch and Artist-in-Residence 

Usually, the last thing we do before we drive away each year after our visit is get a picture of the gang. This is a thirty-eight year tradition!  Hard to believe.  Here is this year's rendition of the Fourth of July gang.  The memories are precious.....


Copyright James E. Martin 2015 Fourth of July Gang