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May 1, 2013
Countryy Editor Just good reading
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Takee a hike Hiking to Jake’s Pond by Jamie Aloi The Friday started out like most, campers from the week leaving to go home and the staff of Oswegatchie Educational Center was planning something fun to do for the weekend. This particular weekend 10 of us decided to hike to Jake’s Pond, a roughly 4 mile hike near Croghan, NY that none of us had ever done. We also decided to stay the night at the leanto said to be near the pond. We started out late because two of us had to work a group that afternoon so it was already after 4 pm when we started our journey. The first mile or so we had all done countless of times, it lead to Trout Falls which is where we take campers and swim on the weekends. The rest was a mystery to us. We came across two bridges crossing edges of ponds where the river flowed on. As we were trekking further
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by Dee Ann Littlefield, USDANRCS “You couldn’t see. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t go outside for days,” remembers
Eugene Littlefield. “It was awful.” Littlefield is referring to the giant black clouds of soil that would blot out the sun and swallow the countryside. Born in Wayside, TX in 1934, Littlefield was welcomed into the world by the Dust Bowl — an era in the 1930s when the most massive, brutal dust storms ever known to our nation repeatedly ravaged the Panhandle and Great Plains regions. Littlefield was the only child of parents that raised cattle, wheat and sorghum on their farm 20 miles east of Happy, in the now-extinct community of Wayside. “We could see those storms coming over the horizon,” he said. “The dirt would blow in your face and hit your skin so hard it hurt. Dad would get our animals in the best shelter he could, while my mom started packing the windows with rolled wet towels and hung sheets to try to keep dirt out. “It still didn’t work,” he said, shaking his head at the fury and intensity of the storms. “Fine sand would get in our food no matter how well we
Know of a great hiking spot? Tell us about it and we’ll pay you $25 plus $5 per photo for every story we print. Send stories and photos to jkarkwren@leepub.com the trail became less and less traveled and in spots more muddy. We eventually hit a ‘road’ block. We had to figure out a way to cross a river that wasn’t shallow enough for all of us to wade across. Luckily there was a beaver dam that we used our training in teamwork and treated it as a low ropes element (a teambuilding game or element where the group has a task to complete). The dam wasn’t super steady and we had our clunky bags on our backs but we all made it across without any major losses. After the river there were a few more spots where we had to devise a plan on how we were going to get past them. We had been walking a while and thought that we should be at the pond soon but it was getting dark out and we knew we had to make a camp soon and that’s when we came across a fork in the trail. Not knowing which way to go and knowing we had a short time before it was dark we decided to set up camp
While crossing the beaver dam they used their training in teamwork and treated it as a low ropes element. Photos by Jamie Aloi protected it. It would get ing to use a bucket for the behind the wallpaper in our bathroom because they couldhouse. Our white sheets on the n’t go outside to the outhouse. bed would turn brown. His dad had a rope tied from “Mother would light kerosene the house to the barn so if lamps and you could barely see there was even the slightest them for the brown haze reprieve in the raging storm he around them,” he adds. could go check on the animals. He recounts his family hav- Littlefield says no matter how
See Hiking page 3 hard you tried to protect your equipment or vehicles, the fine sand would penetrate the carburetors and wind up in fuel lines, rendering equipment inoperable until it could be repaired.
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A dust storm rolling across the Littlefield Farm in Swisher County, Texas in 1935. Photo taken at intersection of FM 1075 and 2301.