The Bahamas (Jan 28- Feb 10)

From hot, sunny beaches on a clear, blue ocean to palm trees and friendly locals on the island of San Salvador, the Bahamas proved to be the most blissful, beautiful, and breath-taking environment I have ever been to. Although a large amount of the time spent on the island was dedicated to doing school-related studies, the fact that snorkeling, exploring the ecosystems among the colorful fish and coral reefs, interviewing locals, identifying plants, and learning about the history of the unique island was part of the three credit class was unbelievable.

Because so much time has gone by since this amazing experience, it’s hard to highlight everything that happened within those two weeks. Instead of delaying this blog post even later to write about the details of my Bahamas trip, I am simply going to share some of the pictures I took that may help illustrate my adventure…

First view of the beach after flying into Nassau

Tourists and cruise ships in Nassau the day before flying to San Salvador, an island with very few tourists and no cruise ships

The group out to lunch for our first Bahamian meal. This was the first place I tried conch salad (similar to ceviche), conch fritters, and Kalik beer (one of the two beers of the Bahamas, other one called Sands). The Jerk Chicken was the best I'd ever tasted! This introduction to Bahamian food got me pumped for exploring the cuisine more (which happened to be part of my research project for the course, along with studying the agricultural landscape and overall food system of San Salvador).

Snorkeling practice in the pool at the hotel in Nassau

First dinner in Nassau. I had scrumptious salmon for dinner and finished the night with Sky Juice (gin with coconut water) while watching a live reggae/rock/pop band.

First view of the beach in San Salvador, right across the street from where we stayed (Gerace Research Center). So beautiful and isolated!

Bananas (non-native, but still exciting!)

Oyster lily

Mexican poppy

Noni fruit (non-native), supposedly a superfood, but smells like vomit

Massive agave plant. Surprisingly, after asking whether they harvest the nectar or not, locals did not know what I was talking about when I asked them about agave. Perhaps they have a different name for it?

Massive epiphyte (plant that grows on another plant)

Entrance down into a cave that eventually connects to the ocean

Beautiful, adventurous hermit crab that was crossing the path down to the cave

Coconut Palm right outside of my room on the research center

Awesome spider! (If you know what kind this is, please let me know)

Remnants of a building on a plantation from the 1800's

Thatch Palm Tree

Columbus Monument on Monument Beach

Sea Urchin

Cut Cay, located close to the research center and known for being a habitat for an endangered iguana species (Cyclura rileyi rileyi) that is unique to San Salvador

Iguana searching on Cut Cay

Group photo! Even the iguana posed for this one! (props to Travis for his great camera work)

Sunset from the research center

The ant infestation that attacked Travis's bed...

The altar in Altar Cave. We had to crawl on our hands and knees for about 100 feet to get inside. The ground was covered in bat guano,the walls were occupied by numerous 1-4 inch cockroaches, the ceiling was inhabited by over a hundred bats (that kept squeaking and occasionally flying around the top of the ceiling because of the amount of noise and light we brought in, waking them up from their peaceful sleep)

Pastor Butler: one of the three or so "farmers" on San Salvador, on his "farm" (which we would probably call a garden plot in the U.S.) he grows sweet potatoes, pigeon peas, sesame, melons, and okra. My time with this sweet, funny, 76 year-old man consisted of constant laughter and preaches by him about God and Jesus. As a retired pastor, he spends his time farming/gardening and making pies and cakes for him and his wife, the elderly, the Baptist church, and his neighbors. One of my favorite and eye-opening times on the island was being able to talk to Pastor Butler and hear how hard it is to be a farmer on San Salvador considering the poor soil, lack of food markets to sell produce, and the locals who steal from his farm.

A large sweet potato on Pastor Butler's farm that consists of numerous other potatoes that grew together (this was bigger than the size of my head)

The piece of art the group made for Raymond's research project on the degradation of plastic and trash in the ocean and on the island. The art piece is a mermaid from all the trash that Raymond and the rest of the group collected on the beaches of San Salvador.

Me, a plastic bag, and wind!

Being taken around on a boat to different cays and to a great snorkeling spot (where I saw a massive eagle ray and barracudas within 30 seconds of being in the water) by a local

Blue-headed Wrasse (located all around the island)

Sea Star

Brain Coral

Parrotfish of some kind

Yellow-striped Angelfish on the left, Lionfish on the right (a poisonous invasive species to San Salvador that is killing native fish)

(Underwater pictures taken by Bru & other students)

Lighthouse built in the 1800's that looks over the rest of San Salvador

View of the inland lakes located behind the research center

Last day on the island. Goodbye San Salvador and thanks for your hospitality, I hope to see you again one day!

The Sterling Movement & Experience (Fall ’11)

I look at today’s date and realize that half the semester has already passed. I’ve been so backed up with school work and other activities and events that I haven’t been able to find the time to write a blog post for my first official semester at Sterling. To quickly recap everything that has been going on in my life in the Northeast Kingdom, I will try to be as brief as possible.

GIS (Geographic Information Systems): two week intensive Sept 8- 24; computer lab 6 days a week from 8:30AM – Noon;  it’s like learning an intense, detailed version of Google Earth; some call it “the matrix”; manipulate spatial areas; integrate, store, edit, analyze, share and display geographic information; present my group-designed final project: “what are the best areas for the Sasquatch to live in around Stowe Vermont?” this was the focus of the project that me and Ittai Levine decided to do ours on (of course, this was a made up scenario…we all know the Sasquatch migrated out of Vermont in the early 21st century)

Long block schedule (Sept 26- Dec 19):

Tools (Mon 8:30- 11:45) – axe and saw work; felling, limbing, bucking trees; wood chopping and splitting; forest management and cleanup; trail work to prepare for cross country ski season

I never thought the accomplishment of cutting a tree down would feel so amazing. This is such a fun and intense way to start off each week and to wake me up in the morning.

Bounder (Mon 1- 4:15) (preparation for 4 night hike/ winter expedition in the mountains of Vermont in December) – canoeing, shelter building and knots, group challenges, fire building, high and low ropes courses, group orienteering hike, wilderness and equipment preparations, food planning for overnight camping

This class simply builds up my adrenaline for the final adventure at the end of the semester. Can’t wait!

Writing & Speaking to the Issues (Tues 8:30- 10:15 & Thurs 8:30- 11:45) – narrative paper and source analysis paper in preparation of big research paper on topic of current issue [the topic I have chosen is hemp (not marijuana) regulation]

One day our teacher Carol brought pokeberry ink in to use as ink for quills. Luckily (& unfortunately), the night before Carol brought the pokeberry ink in a turkey had died on the farm, which made it convenient for us to pull some feathers off of it to use as quills. This was the last thing I was expecting to experience in a writing class, but then again, it’s Sterling College–anything unheard of is very likely to happen.

Environmental Science (Tues 10:30- 11:45 & Fri 8:30- 11:45) – identifying global issues & solving with local solutions, quantifying electricity, analyzing hydroelectricity, measuring stream flow, attending Vermont Energy Plan public hearing, analyzing water quality, lake sampling, ecological footprinting, taking field trips to experiment sites by means of foot, bike, and canoe

My awareness of the environmental factors we come across in everyday life is positively influenced by this class. In addition, I am being exposed to the different types of renewable energy that can contribute in cutting down on CO2 emissions, which is definitely a very important subject during such a huge oil crisis.

Ecology (Tues 1- 2:30 & Thurs 1- 4:15) – studying evolution, natural selection, natural history, physical environments, organisms, populations, species interactions, communities, ecosystems; doing a research experiment project; conducting other related field studies and experiments

Science was never really my thing, but this class has introduced me to concepts that make me view the earth and its inhabitants in a completely different manner.

Exploring Alternative Agriculture (Fri 1- 4:15) – fifteen field trips to local farms on Friday afternoons and evenings, as well as some Saturdays and Sundays.

It’s great to be able to observe how other people run their farm operations and see how they have reached their current system. On Halloween weekend we had the privilege of getting snowed in at D Acres: Organic Permaculture Farm & Educational Homestead in New Hampshire. I say privilege because the whole farm/ homestead was simply amazing. The collection of young adults who run the system contribute to maintaining a closed, sustainable operation with renewable energy, in-house and out-house compost toilets, grey water systems, tree houses, food raised on their farm, you name it. To top it off, we joined the Halloween dance party that occurred in their large garage and were able to read through the hundreds of books they had in their library about farming, livestock, gardening, permaculture, sustainable systems, and many other topics that connect to their operation. One day I hope to go back and see how developed D Acres has become.

Experiences, Events, & Activites outside of class

  • Bass/ guitar playing when I have enough time (sometimes playing with other fellow student musicians—guitarists, drummers, keyboardists, pianists, singers, banjo players, fiddle players, saxophone players, etc.) It’s pretty convenient having a room right next to the dining room where I can play my bass
  • Tetherball, hiking, cooking, swimming (when it was warm), knitting, biking
  • Creating value-added products for kitchen coordinator work program job—sausage, dumplings, raw nut milks, bread, raw foods, various apple products
  • Drinking/ Creating/ Honoring apple cider with student-made cider press and bicycle-powered apple grinder (both created by Eric Dube)
  • Playing guitar and singing to livestock animals (mainly sheep…until they got slaughtered in late September—which tasted great for lunch by the way)
  • 350.org rally at the Capitol in Montpelier VT to gain awareness for climate change and increase the amount of people helping to reduce the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere from its current level of 392 parts per million to below 350; represent Sterling College as a community that supports and tries to implement the mission of 350.org on a daily basis
(gathering of 350.org supporters. photo taken in building across from the Capitol by professional. I can’t see my actual face but I am in the middle in front of the large banners somewhere)
  • Roller derby (this was not as intense as the movie Whip It, but was still worth experiencing)
  • Road trips to see concerts in Montreal and Burlington (Primus, Soulive, Lettuce)
  • Sunrise yoga outside of my dorm
  • Philosophy Club
  • Adventure to Occupy Wall Street on global awareness day (Sterling College van of 15 students take a road trip to NYC for a night):

The Occupy Wall Street requires more than just a few fragments. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced and the amount of people that came together really put me in awe. What makes this movement so impactful is that it isn’t just about one cause; the people are congregating to represent everything they believe in and to define what justice means to them in their life when it comes to topics like corporate greed, student loans, education, food regulation, factory farm subsidies, health care, job wages, job availability, underfunding, war, peace, mortgage foreclosures, freedom, independence, revolutionizing, ridding capitalism, being part of the 99%, and much more. The amount of energy that was in the air at Times Square on global awareness day was unbelievable. Being part of 15,000 people occupying the most touristy spot in America, being surrounded by more cops than I’ve ever seen in my life, reading news updates on billboards stating “Occupy Wall Street goes global”, and dancing, chanting, and becoming oneness with the people around me really made me realize that the we are living in such a critical time in history. The ability for people to rise up and gather together is what makes this movement so important; in fact, this is what makes this country so important. The 1st Amendment is so critical!  Whether or not there is one defined message or demand being presented to the government, public, or media by this new society is not of great importance; what’s really important is that this may possibly be the beginning of a revolution. People want CHANGE, and they want it now.

Here is a link to follow the updates on Occupy Wall Street: http://occupywallst.org/

So we had something to contribute to the people at Occupy Wall Street, Sterling College students were able to donate clothing, food, and seed packets wrapped with a manifesto.

The manifesto read:

OCCUPY WALL STREET-ERS”

Sterling College brings you a mini-manifesto of culture, with hopes it will inspire the one you are building.

  • We strive for health, nourishment, and justice
  • We make eye-contact, and greet people using their names
  • We know there is value in that which others may deem valueless
  • We learn that truly knowing one another allows us to trust one another
  • We know the people near us
  • We teach by example
  • We learn by reading, discussing, doing and reflecting, so we can apply our reasoned thinking to our lives
  • We share. Share work, share food, share respect
  • We are international in our planting and harvesting, for learning purposes and for sharing with others
  • We appreciate the simple things
  • We fight apathy!
  • We recognize we are all part of nature!
  • We practice what we preach and we teach what we are taught
  • We give nature a voice
  • We try to be honest and kind and to take care of the land, water and air around us
  • We are resilient through the energizing synergy of youth, wisdom, and “plain hard work”
  • We are willing to be wrong, to correct ourselves, to take risks, to speak out and to learn from others.
  • We accept that perfection is inherently imperfect
  • We look out for each other
  • We choose to spend our money locally, supporting our neighbors instead of far-away corporations
  • We return to grassroots to once again and appreciate and respect the earth
  • We live and practice responsible consumerism
  • We seek to understand the world as a whole, to accept its gifts and give our own back to it
  • We practice voluntary simplicity
  • We are conscious of how our choices/ actions affect the world
  • We cultivate personal responsibility and accountability
  • We pay attention to how we grow our food, how we prepare it and we distribute it
  • We are learning to break away from what has become the typical American lifestyle
  • We learn how to live, work, play, learn and evolve together
  • We know that there is safety without policemen
  • We work together as part of one big community
  • We work hard on building this community
  • We are change, opportunity, love, wisdom and strength, embodied
  • We are preparing to educate and inspire the world!

We stand in solitary with you all.

Brought to you by: the Sterling College Community, Craftsbury Common, Vermont

The community was lucky enough to have a student like Eliza Mutino to form the basis of a manifesto, arrange the trip to New York City and let the other fourteen students going to Occupy Wall Street to crash at her parents’ house outside of the city for a night.

(Meditation circle at Liberty Park)

(Sign reads: “Monsanto chefs against GMO’s. You’re going down!”)

(march outside of Chase Bank)

(people gathering at Liberty Park before Occupy Times Square)

(Eliza and Malaika being interviewed for a documentary about Sterling College traveling down to Occupy Wall Street)

(“POORMAN NATION”)

(Even Pink Floyd made it to Occupy Times Square!)

(This young man on the street light started a chant that eventually caught on by thousands of protesters yelling, “WHO’S SQUARE? OUR SQUARE!”)

(People sleeping at Liberty Park)

  • Last but not least is the Occupy Lowell Mountain movement that I just recently took part in. To try to prevent Green Mountain Power (a Canadian-owned power company) from blasting the ridgelines of the Lowells and building a 21-turbine wind farm that will tower over the towns in the area (such as Craftsbury, Albany, & Irasburg), destroy current ecosystems, provide very little energy for Vermont, support lies told to the public by the government, and ruin a beautiful ridgeline in Vermont, people have come together to occupy the top of the mountain and risk arrest if the police get involved.  Even though I have only been up on the mountain once, I have committed to being a recruiter for more occupiers as well going up once to occupy the mountain at least one day week.

To avoid getting into the nitty-gritty details of the project and movement, here is a quote from a Vermonter in “The Opinion Pages” in the New York Times that presents some good points on the matter.

“This project represents the triumph of big money, provided primarily through overly generous tax credits, over a creative and balanced approach to meeting our energy needs.

Electrical generation through large-scale wind projects should not be promoted as a one-size-fits-all approach. In a state with limited wind energy potential, tearing off the tops of scenic ridges to erect the tallest structures ever constructed here will have limited impact on our ability to provide carbon-free electricity, at a huge environmental and economic cost.

Vermont has a 50-year history of restricting development of pristine mountain ridges, but now, under the direction of a governor with close financial ties to the utility company that is developing this project, we are at risk of throwing away the scenic beauty that is one of our most valuable resources.”

Follow the Mountain Talk and show support in any way you can: http://lowellmountainsnews.wordpress.com/category/occupation-of-the-lowell-mountains/

http://www.facebook.com/Savethelowellmountainsnow?sk=wall&filter=2

Pictures from the top of the Lowells:

(Discussion on temporary restraining order for being 1,000 feet away from the blasting site. This was the first day the mountain occupiers prevented the workers from blasting)

(Television crew getting coverage of the protesters and GMP workers on top of the Lowells)

As I begin the last five weeks of school, registration for classes for next semester approach as well as the deadline for my self-designed major, Sustainable Communities & Agro Gastronomy (name subject to change). The purpose of the major is to create a focus on holding communities together with sustainable agriculture and energy while supplying delicious, healthy, local food. I plan to do a senior project over the next semester and summer (possibly something that has to do with value-added products, music, and bringing communities together) and finish my degree off next Fall by studying abroad in an ecovillage in either India or Scotland through a program called Living Routes. My interview for the study abroad program happens next week over the phone, and if everything goes well I just might be able to fulfill the goals I have created for my major. Technically, with the amount of credits I have, I am able to graduate at the end of the first session in the summer, but why would I want to do that if I can gain more knowledge, study abroad, and still graduate a semester early?

To end this “brief” post, here are some random pictures:

(Flower picked by Shannon Maes by the edible forest garden at Sterling)

The Farewell

By the time the summer session in June ended at Sterling, I was in shock. I had experienced so much within a month, yet it flew by as if only a week had passed. Time was like a breeze not only because of the amount of fun I was having, but also from the ridiculous amount of knowledge being stuffed into my brain. My head hurt, yet it felt so amazing—I’ve always been a fan of “pain that hurts good”. My knowledge of sustainable farming and the Northeast Kingdom was very minimal before I became a student at Sterling College, but now I have noticed an actual increase in the size of my brain because of all the absorption of new information. I think I even had to loosen the size of my baseball hats because of the extraordinary expansion!

It was great to enter a new realm of exploration. Besides living in the Adriondacks, I’ve never been able to simply walk outside and go for glorious walks through woods and swamps while passing eye-catching wildlife, plants, and trees. This is exactly what the suburbs of Washington D.C. lacks. Although I can find woods within walking distance from me at home, nothing can compare to what I’ve seen in up-state Vermont and New York. Ever since I’ve been submerged into the culture and environment of Sterling College I’ve been a fiend for a healthy food and beautiful nature walks. Luckily my vacation in Sedona Arizona in late July easily covered the natural scenery interests I had been missing since leaving Vermont. At this point, the main aspect of Sterling that I’ve been without is the delicious and nutritious food. Don’t get me wrong, I love trying my best to fix up some healthy, scrumptious food, but it’s not as easy as it sounds when one is living in his parents’ house. Having weighed the same weight since the middle of high school, I see gaining 8.5 pounds while at Sterling as a sign that if I eat properly, gaining weight for Trevor Ring is possible.

(Pictures taken on walks through woods on campus):

 

Final Projects

The final week of the semester was pretty hectic. Essays, projects, and big homework assignments kept me occupied every day and prevented me from doing more exploring and kicking the usual bullshit around with my friends. The two main classes I had to focus on were Value-Added Products and Livestock Systems Management.

The value-added product I chose to do my final project on was merguez sausage. Ever since I made numerous batches of sausage during my short internship at Filomena Restaurant in Washington D.C., I have always been really fond of turning different meats into value-added products. Sausage, salami, meat pies, jerky, and other fermented, cured, and smoked meats were now of high interest in my culinary mindset. The reason I chose to do my project on merguez sausage was because it is traditionally very flavorful, highly spiced, and comes from lamb, a meat that isn’t commonly used in sausage. What also attracted me to this product was the fact that one of my groups in the Garde Manger class I took at Paul Smith’s made “Rockin’ Moroccan Beef Sausage”, which had similar spices to merguez, came from the same region in Africa, and tasted amazing.

After collecting the ingredients—paprika, cumin, coriander, cilantro, oregano, harissa paste (an African blend of different spices), chili peppers, and lamb—I combined everything, did a taste test, adjusted the flavors, and filled the sausage into sheep casings. After numerous hours of researching the merguez sausage and typing my paper throughout the last few days before the project was due, I was able to let that huge weight off my shoulders and just focus on the actual presentation. To experiment with the different flavors the merguez had to offer, I prepared the sausage in four ways: poached, sautéed, baked, and hot-smoked. Out of all of the flavors from the different cooking styles, most people’s favorite was the hot-smoked because it intensified the flavors and was very delicious even when cold. It was a great way to finish the class and I felt pretty satisfied with my effort as a whole. Since I was the first presenter, I had the treat of relaxing and trying other people’s creations for the rest of the class. Some of the other value-added products included keilbasa, unique Irish cheese, cream cheese, and different types of homemade ice cream.

 

The project for Livestock Systems Management was a lot less stressful than the Value-Added Products class because it involved working in a group of four. This allowed the work to be split up evenly between everyone and produce easy, small research assignments for each person. For the project we had to create an ideal farm and discuss the livestock handling, water treatment, infrastructure, weed management, grass type, soil type, and other small details of how the farm was run. Since we chose to use pigs and goats on our farm, we named ours the Oink-Bah Farm. To get extra brownie points from our teacher and the rest of the class, I made up clever songs to open and close our power point presentation with. The opening song gave a small, witty introduction to the farm, and the closing song concluded what made our farm so awesome and asked everyone to come visit. To make the whole project easy for ourselves, we chose to use the land right next to the Sterling Farm, Virginia Russell, which had plants, soil, and elevation that had already been researched and recorded by many students in the past. Overall, the presentation went pretty smooth and it was a great way to end classes for first summer session at Sterling College.

The Farewell & The Farm Experiment

 

When it came time to leave Craftsbury Common on the last day of classes, campus was deserted. I was surprised how few people were left considering it was still around dinner time. I started to pack up the car with all my clothes and accessories, but made sure to leave out my acoustic guitar so I could conduct a little experiment that I had wanted to do on the farm since the beginning of my stay at Sterling. Once my car was almost packed with all my stuff I grabbed my guitar, met up with Matt (one of the five remaining students on campus), and walked down to the farm. We walked to where the goats were and I strummed a hard E minor chord. As soon as the sound came out of my guitar, the goats suddenly looked up and ran towards the side of the fence where Matt and I were. Once the goats reached our side of the fence, the sheep hesitantly followed them to see what was going on, and, of course, Oden the llama stayed laying down where he was as if he was too cool to join the rest. When I started to play some more chords the goats stood still, widened their eyes, and glared at my guitar as if I was producing magic out of the weird-looking, wooden instrument. I smiled and was surprised how much the goats reacted to the sound of my guitar. I then decided to play some different styles of music to see how the animals adjusted to the sounds. When I played heavy, dark music the goats tended to lose focus of their surroundings and moved around with discomfort. When I played more relaxing, jazzy chords the goats seemed to stand still and look up at me with curiosity. The whole experiment was very entertaining and got me thinking about the effects of music on animal behavior. I then took my guitar over to the pullet chickens and repeated the same process. Just as I had assumed, the chickens simply ran away at the site of me and my strange tool and acted as if I was producing evil spells when I strummed my guitar. With the reaction of the chickens, I realized that music probably only affected certain animals, but goats were definitely one type that were affected. Satisfied with my farewell to the goats and the rest of the farm, I headed back to the dorms with Matt and finished my packing. As we walked back I pondered on which instruments would best represent different farm animals. Perhaps the violin would best represent the oh so elegant and sophisticated horse? Tuba for cattle? Bagpipes for sheep? I guess I’ll have to experiment more next semester!

While I said goodbye to the remaining students, I realized how much I was going to miss Sterling. It’s simply amazing how fast I had become connected to it and the people there. It was definitely going to be a new home away from home when I return in the fall and a place of continuous excitement, growth in knowledge, and adventurous experiences. Although it was a sad farewell, it was also a happy one since I had a great adventure ahead of me for my trip back home.

On the Road Again

 

My first stop after leaving Craftsbury Common was Brulington. Taking back roads through northern Vermont around sunset was one of the most scenic rides I have ever been on. Golden orange skies, green valleys, small mountains, and cute little towns made the two hour road trip very epic and exciting. Although it was strange getting used to driving through towns with a population of more than one thousand, it was kind of nice to get back into the reality and used to the fact that there are many more people in the world outside of Sterling College. It’s almost as if Sterling is its own little community island and nothing exists outside of it. I mean, if you think about it there really isn’t much you need outside of the island. Great people, delicious food, a farm, and sources of entertainment are what make the isolation of Sterling so sustainable and appealing.

After staying the night with a friend from Paul Smith’s, I decided to browse around downtown Burlington for a while before I headed back to my old stomping grounds in the Adirondacks. I met up with one of my best Smitty friends (Paul Smith’s student) and roamed through a record store and the farmer’s market with him until we decided there was nothing left to do but to head our separate ways. Up until that point I had always thought that Burlington would be a much better Vermont capital than Montpelier, but it seems tourists and citizens are the only reason for that. It’s great that there are so many places to check out while staying in Burlington, especially the live music scene at night, but it’s almost as if the city has been exploited too much to be a great representation of Vermont. In the end, Montpelier illustrates the more traditional Vermont and New England town: a cute main street with some basic stores, an old-crusty looking capital building, friendly Vermonters, and, of course, NO McDonalds.

It then came time for what I was looking forward to the most about my road trip: the drive from Burlington to the ADK’s. Having experienced the extraordinary adventure numerous times while going to Burlington with friends to see live music and such, I knew what I was in for. However, what made this drive so epic was the fact that I was driving and got to experience the scenery by myself. There’s something about long road trips alone that makes a journey much more intense. Having picked up a Derek Trucks cd and two Medeski, Martin, & Wood cd’s reassured me that I would be prepared for the endeavor of crossing the border by fairy and entering a region of towering mountains and Jurassic Park scenery.

After the ferry ride across Lake Champlaine, the roads into the Adirondack park progressed up and up until I thought I could’t get any higher. Massive maple and pine trees appeared out of nowhere and before I knew it I was passing through small town after small town until I reached the land of the 1932 and 1980 Winter Olympics, Lake Placid. After entering this largest town since Burlington, I started calling up all the people who I knew that still lived in the area of Saranac Lake. Before I knew it I was back at Paul Smith’s College gazing across the lake from “The Point” (the place where freshman liked to go to smoke pot and where other Smitty’s occasionally went fishing), using their extraordinarily clean restroom in the Student Center, and meeting up with the only student I knew who was living on campus to take summer classes.

 

That night I ended up meeting up with the “band”, Funk First Think Later, I had played with during Spring semester at Paul Smith’s and performed a usual non-rehearsed show in the basement of one of the more hoppin’ bars in Saranac, The Waterhole. While some people acted as if the music was too loud, not their style, or just simply not the right sound for the atmosphere, others danced in front of us, bought us drinks, and even gave us money (this was the first time we ever made money! $10 is quite a lot for a band that never rehearses and plays for free). By 2AM we concluded the night and declared it a successful reunion and one of the best shows we had ever played. Who knows, maybe we will have the privilege of playing at Sterling College one day. Overwhelmed from the amount of energy I had used from driving, playing music, and simply surviving, I crashed hard.

The next day I visited my PSC Food Writing teacher, Ann Sterling (who ironically was offered a faculty position at Sterling College and has the same last name of the college), at the café she was managing, saw some more of my old friends, and then headed south to visit one last person outside of NY city before I went home. As I started to leave the Adirondacks and headed towards large cities and heavily populated areas, I noticed that I was driving into a very dark, cloudy sky. The storm I was going into seemed so intimidating and threatening that I pictured a huge god (Zeus?) yelling down at me saying, “Trevor! You are entering the realm of evil! Turn around and spare yourself from the kaotic mess of urban and suburban areas! Go back to Vermont and the Adirondack’s!” My exaggerating thoughts helped spice up my car ride so I didn’t have to worry about preventing my eyes from closing while driving.

Soon enough I had made it to the last stop, an hour north of NY city where my friend Tim from PSC lived. The weekend-long visit consisted of hiking, exploring the land, and watching some epic fireworks on July4th from the top of a mountain. The firework finale we could view from the mountain peak was the perfect conclusion to my road trip.

Before I knew it I was safely home. It put me in awe how much had happened within my five-day excursion, yet alone within the month at Sterling College. While I was very happy to be home and to begin the other half of my summer that would consist of concerts, music festivals, family bonding, friend-hangin’, and more road trips, I knew that I was going to want to go back to up-state Vermont much earlier than when the fall semester started. Maryland-DC suburbia is always great and all, but after repetitive and uneventful weeks it makes me start to miss the places that fit my personality better.

 I miss ya Sterling College, but don’t worry, I’ll be back in no time.

 

The Life of a Sterling College Student (Part 2)

Being at Sterling for a month can’t help but make me start to appreciate certain smells, especially B.O. and manure. It seems like B.O. is a smell that is really hard to escape from in the summer here. But then again, I’m sure it doesn’t go away in the fall either…or the winter …or spring. Some simple questions and comments provide great reasons for why a lot of people might smell like B.O. at this school:

“Why would I shower if I’m just going to end up hiking through the woods, working on the farm, or simply just sweating my ass off right after I get out of the shower?”

“If you care about limiting the use of water in daily life, just cut down on your shower intake and join the Sweaty Body Odor Club (SBOC)!”

“B.O. is a natural smell and is a pheromone that promotes sexual attraction. Now why wouldn’t you want that!? Haven’t you heard? B.O. is the new Axe!”

To put it simply, you might be noticed more or even looked at weirdly if you’re wearing the slightest amount of cologne or perfume than if you have the strongest B.O.

This brings me to the subject of manure. After I had done my week of farm chores I started to miss the smells of the farm animals, hay, fresh grass, and manure especially. Manure was definitely the main smell that stuck in my head. I was never a huge complainer about the smell of manure, but now I can proudly say that I enjoy it. It brings me happy memories of cute farm animals—goats, pigs, cows, horses, you name it (just not chickens). Whenever I’m in the car passing by a farm now, I flare my nostrils to try and take a big whiff of the manure.

“Hmmmmmmm… now that’s what I call high quality shit!”

Don’t worry though; I’m sure it’ll take decades for me to appreciate the smell of humanure…

Well, enough crap! Let me introduce you to the courses I’ve been taking:


Summer Session Schedule (May 30-July 1):

Monday: Whole Farm Thinking 8:30-11:45AM, Food Entrepreneurship 6:30-9PM

Tuesday: no classes!

Wednesday: Livestock Systems Management 8:30-11:45AM, Organic Crop Production 2:45-4:15PM

Thursday: Value Added Products 8:30AM- 4:15PM

Friday: Organic Crop Production 8:30-10:15AM, Livestock Systems Management 1:00-4:15PM

Whole Farm Thinking

Whole Farm Thinking is a requirement for all Sustainable Agriculture students as well as people in Vermont’s Table program, therefore it is the biggest class this semester with around twenty students. Activities and topics taught in the class cover everything from creating our ideal farm, studying Amish crop rotations, and learning about cover crop weed and pest management methods, to examining Joel Salatin’s grass-based farm, analyzing current trends in sustainable agriculture, and learning about what healthy food means. The class is taught by two professors, Rick, who mainly teaches the draft horse classes (yet has a very broad spectrum of knowledge on agriculture), and my advisor, Brinkley, a very nice and knowledgeable man from Virginia who started teaching and being in charge of the Sterling garden last semester.

On the first day each person in the class created a picture of their ideal farm on a very large post-it that we stuck to the wall around the classroom. On the piece of paper we were all told to choose a name for our farm and to draw a house, a barn or other infrastructure, a pond, and the direction of where north would be on the big post-it. I chose to name my farm “Bella Vita Farm” (which translates to Beautiful Life) after a marketing project I did at Paul Smiths with two other students who I studied abroad in Italy with. After that we added smaller post-it notes to the bigger one: blue post-its represented aspects we were absolutely sure we wanted to add to our farm and pink post-its represented loose ideas we weren’t sure about. Since I wanted to focus on value-added products for my hypothetical farm, such as sausage, salami, bacon, cheeses, meat pies, etc., I knew I wanted to have pigs for meat and goats for dairy, meat, and fiber. Other things I was considering but wasn’t sure about were bees, exotic poultry, a vineyard, and a small forest garden with unique plants. Although this was all theoretical and was only supposed to get us to start pondering of about a whole farm, it was fun to think about it. Even though these exercises help make the aspect of running my desired farm seem pretty easy and realistic, I know the road is long ways away for me (In fact, I don’t even know if I want a farm; I simply want a homestead where I can raise and grow my own food, while keeping it very small-scale and perhaps off the grid). It was unbelievable to go around the room and examine the array of farms people came up with. An educational pig farm sending love to Haiti, a farm focused around compost, a dairy farm with horse-powered equipment, a large vegetable production with hoop houses and green houses, the list goes on.

After the first class and the whole process of discussing what our ideal farms were with different people in the room, I knew I was going to really enjoy the class and learn a lot from it. In the class we discussed different models of farming, envisioning alternative futures, weed control, history of organic farming, history of New England farming (mainly Vermont and New Hampshire), traditional farming practices and Amish methods of farming, ideas of fixing big problem with numerous small solutions, surviving a skewed marketplace, and articles by Joel Salatin and Wendell Berry. Even though the class involved a lot of reading assignments and prohibited me from focusing on this blog, along with most of my other classes, I learned a lot in a short amount of time and couldn’t ask for anything else at this point in my life. To put it simply, I’m swan-diving quickly into a pool of knowledge.

Food Entrepreneurship

Although this class is two and a half hours long, only once a week, and at a dredging time from 6:30-9:00 PM on Mondays, it has inspired and motivated me to lean more towards becoming an entrepreneur or small business owner, rather than my past thoughts and dreams of being an ice cream man, managing a Subway (eat fresh!), being the weather man who records his voice on the weather hotline, opening a restaurant, or owning a farm. Perhaps I would enjoy running an agriturismo like the ones I visited in Italy—land with a farm sustaining the products that go into a restaurant —but that seems like something that I would jump into way down the road if anything.

The class is taught by a young woman named Taylor who is an entrepreneur herself. She graduated with a Bachelor’s in Hospitality at Cornell and a Master’s in Food Culture in Parma, Italy, which led her to eventually co-own a focused job search website, called Good Food Jobs, designed to link people with meaningful food work. The combination of her teaching, the readings we are assigned, our discussions and activities in class, and the unique speakers we get every week, provides a very enriching, stirring, and educational experience on the world of entrepreneurism. After two weeks of guest speakers, I became exceptionally interested in the whole aspect of working for myself and coming up with a great business to fit into some niche market. One topic we touched on during class that I expanded on in my head was the idea of connecting small farmers to consumers through means of transportation. A unique idea I had for this was a business that transported ingredients and products from farms to restaurants, farmer’s markets, and other places by means of vehicles solely running on bio-diesel fuel. In exchange for delivering food to a restaurant, I could barter for the restaurant’s vegetable oil to use as the fuel for my vehicles. Another business I can picture myself running is something having to do with value-added animal products, similar to what my farm in Whole Farm Thinking is based on: a business utilizing sausage, salami, cheese, other dairy products, savory pies, and other baked products. Overall, this class has really lifted up my spirit and has given me a great direction for where I want to go in the future when it comes to entrepreneurism and running a business.

Livestock Systems Management

The combination of doing farm chores and taking the Livestock Systems Management class has greatly increased my interest in livestock. Basically, this class prepares you to be able to take care of livestock using basic principles of sustainable management. Through readings, teachings, discussions, and field trips, we cover topics having to do with the effects of grazing animals, getting livestock to the right place at the right time, animal behavior, soil identification, fencing, livestock water systems, alternative crops for grazing, pasture plant identification, herding animals, livestock infrastructure, and managing compost. Our professor, Gwen, who was the farm manager at Sterling many years ago, knows a great amount about livestock and has taught me more than I’ve learned in any other class at Sterling.

One day we went to Vermont Compost to get a tour of the place and to learn about how a large compost operation runs. The business owner, Karl, took us around the place and proved to be one of the most interesting guys I had ever met. The amount of knowledge he knew was unbelievable, but when it came to answering a simple question about his business his thoughts would wander into a completely different direction. When Gwen asked questions about how Karl’s animals played a role in the process of his whole composting system, he would start a rant about the history of mules for fifteen minutes and then explain his life story. Eventually he would come back to ponder the original question and sometimes ask what the whole conversation was supposed to be about.

While I glanced around me to see my fellow classmates’ reactions to his long tantrums on jackasses and horses, I realized I was the only one smiling at the silliness. Don’t get me wrong, I learned a lot and really enjoyed the field trip, but it really amused me how much Karl couldn’t keep one story going without letting another thought jump in front of him. Luckily, there were three friendly German shepherds to pet while I lost track of the compost man’s stories.

Here are some things I learned about his compost system and business:

There are 600 chickens wandering around, digging through large compost piles, and spreading manure on the compost to speed up breakdown process. Last year there were over 1,000 chickens. The whole “farm” is mule powered (there is a hoop house and a couple gardens that the mules tilled), and two of the mules are in their forties. The mule is the Vermont Compost Co. mascot because, according to Karl, it represents hope for the future. The business has twelve different compost products, and they are differentiated by weight. Examples of compost products: lawn mix, garden mix, container mix, transplanting mix, topping mix, manure mix. There are 750 businesses that the Vermont Compost Co. sells to. Karl uses a wine bottle to drink water out of to keep the water cold for longer periods of time (when getting pulled over, a police officer questioned him about the open bottle). In 1988 the business converted to bio-diesel and two of Karl’s cars have the license plate “SOIL”.

Overall, the trip was quite an experience; I had never seen anything like it before (pictures below).

Although the large amount of new information in the Livestock Systems Management class is a lot to swallow at once, I am definitely glad I am taking this class. The numerous field trips we had in the class helped expose me to how the different types of farms operate within the area. (Below are pictures of some parts of the farms)

Vermont Compost

 

 

 

 

Karl ranting and holding his wine/water bottle

Spud’s Dairy Farm:

Farm in East Hardwick

Portable Chicken Tractor Bus (Used to drive chickens to new paddock on farm)

Organic Crop Production

This is a class that sometimes hurts my brain. Brinkley, one of the teachers from Whole Farm Thinking, assigns us numerous readings and questions each week, most of which are scholarly articles or research papers with confusing and very descriptive words. As much as I love gaining all this new knowledge about organic crops, some of its hard to take in at once, especially when we don’t get to go out in the field for more of a hands-on experience. On very few occasions we have gone out into the garden to do weeding, seeding, planting, and other work to help speed up the process of production in the gardens. Although I may fall asleep in the class at least once a week, it’s not because I’m not interested in the subject, but is simply because I cannot keep up with all the information that is being thrown at me within this five week intensive semester.

For a final project each student in the class was to choose a plant to grow in the garden. Since I don’t have much experience growing anything, I asked Brinkley what seeds he needed to plant, and decided to go with arugula. We have to plant by the end summer session one and write a paper on the background information of the plant. One reason I chose arugula was because I ate it so much of it in Italy and became accustomed to seeing and eating it everywhere over my two and a half months abroad. Its unique, peppery taste had to grow on me, but eventually it became one of my favorite greens to put in a salad.

Don’t get me wrong, Organic Crop Production is a very informative class, but this is one I could’ve done without. (It probably would’ve cut down on a lot of the time I spend on doing homework, and would’ve increased the amount of time and effort I put into this blog…but hey, I can’t complain, I came here to learn, not to write a blog).

Value-Added Products

To put it simply, this is the most hands-on class in my schedule. The class is designed to inform students about edible value-added products, which is any raw ingredient that is changed in some way to add more value to it. Readings, lectures, and in-class production allows people taking the class to explore and develop the different ways of creating value-added products. I’m very glad I’m taking this class because it links me back to some of the culinary skills I learned at Paul Smith’s. If I don’t practice any of the knowledge I learned from all the chefs that taught me amazing things, I’m afraid I’ll become very rusty when it comes to my culinary knowledge.

During the first class, a master butcher, Cole Ward, came in to show us how to butcher a whole pig. This was the sort of experience I was missing from Paul Smith’s. During culinary labs at PSC we would have to break down chickens and filet fish, but there were no classes that expanded on the subject of butchering. It was pretty exciting when I found out we would be taking apart a pig in the first class. Learning about chicken slaughtering and pig butchering within the first week at Sterling College couldn’t help but make me realize how much I love this place.

Anne, the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) graduate who holds the extremely important job of organizing everything that goes on within the Sterling kitchen and instructing the value-added products class, bought a humanely-raised pig from a local farm for the class. Before Cole showed us how to butcher half the pig, he showed us and explained to us what the saw and different knives were utilized for. He started by sawing off the pig’s feet and cutting out the massive liver. Within thirty minutes the whole pig was cut into different parts (the ham, many sections of the loin, the Boston butt—part of the shoulder, the picnic, etc.). After a break we came back and the five of us in the class butchered the other half of the pig. Since none of us had butchered a pig before, Cole instructed us where and how to cut and quizzed us on what order the different parts were to be butchered.

In the afternoon we split in two groups to start making products out of the parts we cut from the pig. My group made cranberry-sage sausage and started the curing process for the maple-cured smoked bacon, while the other group prepared Loukanika sausage and started the cure for smoke pork loin. At the end of the week our delicious sausages were served to the rest of the students and faculty at the weekly Friday barbeque dinner.

 

In the second class we finished the curing process for our maple bacon, made guanciale (cured pork jowl with thyme, garlic, salt, pepper, sugar, bay leaves, sage, and juniper berries), created spicy soppressata (a salami that is hung in a curing chamber to dry out and grow mold for months to years), and cured ham. That day we also hot-smoked the pork loin, maple bacon, and ham hocks in the smoker we had outside.

Salami: Week Four After Formation of Mold

The third and fourth classes were focused on making different types of cheese. Mozzarella curds, fromage blanc, crème fraiche, butter, ricotta, herbed yogurt cheese, queso fresco, brie, cultured butter, chevre, feta, and saint maure were some of the cheeses we made. These cheese-focused days were not a good time to be lactose intolerant. Taking lactose pills didn’t help much, but all the delicious cheese was worth the amount of gas I had those nights. What surprised me the most was how simple most of these cheeses were to create. Even though I probably won’t eat much of the cheese, I would love to make cheese at home for my family and friends just for the simplicity and being able to see smiles on other people’s faces.

By week five I easily declared value-added products my favorite course at Sterling so far. Anne didn’t have anything planned for us to do that final week, so she asked us what we wanted to make, so we threw some ideas at her. Marshmellows, truffles, meringues, sherbert, egg nog, ice cream, and caramel sauce are what ended up being in our recipe packet that week. The only egg nog I had ever made was lactose-free and involved using hemp milk and coconut milk instead of cow’s milk, therefore what we ended up creating was completely different from my experience. Unlike store bought egg nog, we made the traditional method with raw eggs. In the end, the egg nog came out thicker than a pancake batter. It was so rich and flavorful that I couldn’t even drink a full cup of it. Fortunately, it was made into some amazing ice cream with the gelato maker we had.

Besides product costing homework, our final project (which involved writing a six to eight page paper, doing a twenty minute presentation on your chosen interest, and creating the animal-based product), and a couple readings outside class, the course as a whole didn’t involve too much outside work. The idea of coming into class once a week to create a food product was pretty invigorating. It gave me hope that there are careers out there that can utilize the aspects of agriculture and culinary without involving cooking in a restaurant or working on a farm. Overall, along with the food entrepreneurism class, the value-added products class inspired me to look more into careers that can utilize all aspects of my main interests: culinary, agriculture, business, and even music.

The Hitchhiking Adventure to Bread & Puppet

The last thing I thought I would be doing on my first weekend at Sterling College was hitchhiking. When Hannah mentioned biking or hitchhiking to a puppet theater in Glover Vermont, the word “hitchhiking” caught my attention. I had never heard of Bread and Puppet and probably wasn’t physically fit to bike for thirty miles, but when the idea of sticking my thumb out to catch rides with strangers came to mind, I realized Vermont would be the perfect place to do this for the first time.

Hannah, Eliza, Anne (a lady from the Wildbranch Writing Workshop that was hosted at Sterling College during the first week of the summer session), and I started walking down the road to begin our hitchhiking adventure. Although Eliza had made signs with names of the roads and towns where we were headed to hold out to the cars passing by us, it took us a good fifteen minutes until one of the thirty cars that passed us picked us up. The lady who picked us up was an eighth generation Vermonter and had the perfect amount of seats in her car for us. She was able to drop us off in Hardwick, a town fifteen minutes from Sterling and about halfway to Glover.

We then started walking towards the next highway that we would need to take to get to Glover. Sticking out our thumbs and holding up the sign didn’t really make any of the fifty drivers who passed us within twenty minutes stop to pick us up. While most of the people driving by simply ignored us, others made random gestures or just nodded their head as if they disagreed with our energy-saving way of transportation. We then decided to split our group in half so cars that only had two open seats were more likely to stop and pick us up. As Hannah and Anne split up from Eliza and I, we waited for about ten minutes until a small truck stopped. A shirtless man in his mid-forties got out of the car holding a blunt in his hand, looked at Eliza and I, and asked us, “You guys goin’ to Glover to see Bread and Puppet?”

“Yup,” Eliza replied.

“So are we,” the shirtless man said. “You can hop in the cab. I got a lot of shit back there, but we should be able to make room.” He opened the back of his truck, moved around the mess and random tools in the cab, and let us climb in. We thanked him, smiled at the lady in the passenger seat, and relaxed as we listened to the truck’s engine rumble and the man and woman smoke their blunt. Five minutes down the road we saw Hannah and Anne walking in the same direction we were traveling. We both looked back at them as we passed, smiled, and waved as we speeded by. At first I thought we should have told the driver to stop to pick up our friends, but by that time it was too late and I figured they would catch a ride soon enough. Within twenty minutes we had reached the puppet theater.

The way Hannah explained the puppet theater made it sound like the people at Bread & Puppet made human-sized puppets and used them in all sorts of skits. Little did I know, all the acts involved people inside these puppets. The museum inside the big, rustic-looking building displayed a bunch of random puppets and statues of amazingly unique, yet strange creatures and human figures. After the first skit, Eliza and I met up with Hannah and Anne, who had caught a ride with a couple who was going the complete opposite direction by convincing the couple how amazing Bread & Puppet is, and began checking out the clever, humorous, well-though-out acts in the different areas inside and outside of the big rustic building. Eventually, we made our way to the “Decapitalization Circus” inside an old church. By this time I had realized how radical, liberal, and hilarious Bread & Puppet Theater was and knew what to expect. With a full circus band, the actors made extreme puns on topics about healthcare, freedom, and rights as Americans in general. The circus ended with a satirical Uncle Sam on stilts dancing to When The Saints Go Marching In. Bread & Puppet is such an extraordinary and unique experience to explain that the only thing I can say is to check out their site and look at the pictures below if you don’t really understand what they’re all about:  http://breadandpuppet.org/ Since I had to get back to Sterling for my last farm chore, Hannah’s boyfriend met us there and gave us all a ride back to Craftsbury Common.

(Random fact: Bread & Puppet did many costumes and characters for the movie Across The Universe, and did the circus part during Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!)

 

The Trip to Montpelier

On the second Saturday I decided to make a road trip to Montpelier for two reasons: 1) I desperately needed a G string for my guitar, and 2) I had never been to Vermont’s capital and figured it would be a great opportunity to do so. Eliza and Matt came along for the beautiful and scenic hour-long drive to the town. After we messed around with the many instruments in the music store, I bought the G string, a jaw-harp, and a tuner that detects notes based on vibrations. Soon enough, the three of us agreed on eating at a little café down the street called The Skinny Pancake. Since many people had recommended it to Eliza and we were pretty starving at the time, it wasn’t a very hard decision to agree on eating there. Feeling very Vermont-like at the time, I ordered an Italian sausage crepe with vegies, local maple syrup, and maple sweetwater. Although it was pretty light and couldn’t compare to the amount of food I had been eating each meal in the dining room at Sterling, it hit the spot and tasted great.

After we finished eating, we decided to visit the Capitol building before we departed. We walked down the main street, strolled past a small, rustic-looking movie theater, and stopped in front of the Capitol building to gaze at and take pictures. Although the roof of the building was an appealing shiny-gold color, the construction in the front of it kind of ruined the sight. It was at that time when I realized how un-exciting Montpelier was. The main street was small and didn’t have much to offer, the city was pretty dull in general, and there were huge ladders and platforms sitting in front of the Capitol building. Honestly, I think Vermont should change its capital to Burlington, a much more “happening” town with lots of live music, touristy sites, and a great local food scene. The best part of Montpelier is the fact that it’s the only capital in the United States without a McDonald’s. In fact, the residents around Montpelier made sure there was no McDonald’s put in the city by protesting and signing petitions. Now if that’s not what a city looks like that cares about their food system and their health, then I don’t know what is.

After our visit to the Capitol building, we went back to the car and journeyed our way through the beautiful, green, fresh valleys and hills of Northern Vermont.

(It’s hard to see the construction in this picture, but it’s very noticeable in person)

 

(What to look forward to in the next post: conclusion of the month at Sterling, journeys into the woods, and adventures from Craftsbury Common to Burlington to the Adirondacks)

The Life of a Sterling College Student (Part 1)

First, I want to apologize for the delayed second post… but this one’s a biggin’ so I wanted to do it right. But hey, you didn’t come here to read about my apologies, so read on and enjoy!

One of the things I love about being at Sterling is the fact that I have to drive thirty minutes away to get cell service. I know some people can’t imagine living this way, but I simply find it liberating and absolutely marvelous. Not only do I feel more connected with nature and the land through this lack of technology, but I also have a lot more space in my pocket for more important accessories that can be utilized in this environment, such as a pocket knife, a small pad of paper, a pen or pencil, and even multiple Burt’s Bees Lip Balm for those extra dry days. Now don’t get me wrong, I love sending random texts and being able to have short chats with my friends and family, but that’s what the internet and post office is for. What happened to the good ‘ol classy ways of communication like sending letters? Hell, I wouldn’t object to someone sending me a dove with a message attached.

To put it simply, it’s great to be able to live a life without the technological distractions of the twenty-first century. Not having a TV or a working cell phone really allows me to focus on what I really came here to do—gain knowledge about sustainable agriculture and experience what I can’t in most other places in the world.

This rant is my segue into what you probably came to this blog to ask: “What was the first week at Sterling College like”?

Farm Chores

During the first week of classes I had the benefit of being assigned farm chores. Now when most people find out that farm chores involve being on the farm at 6:30 in the morning, they dredge just thinking of the subject. However, farm chores aren’t something to avoid, yet, they are a blessing that help you get to know the farm and animals much better. They are a requirement as part of the work program and each student must complete a full week of them throughout a semester. Every day, starting on Monday and going until Sunday, each student assigned farm chore duty must meet at 6:30AM to give food and water to the animals and again at 4:30PM. Depending on the day, the job might also entail moving the animals on pasture to a different paddock.

At first, I didn’t know what to expect. Not being a morning person, I could tell I was going to have trouble waking up at the lower dorm at 6:10 to put on clothes, brush my teeth, and make the five minute walk down to the farm from the lower dorms. Luckily there were other students up for the same reason at that time so during the first couple days I had them knock on my door on their way out.

I was put together with two other students, Allyson, a pretty farm girl with a great singing voice from New York who knows how to put a smile on your face and make you feel great inside no matter the situation, and Charles, a tall, funny, yet serious man in his early twenties with a deep voice who is at Sterling for forestry education. They had both been at Sterling for two semesters and therefore had experience working on the farm beforehand. Although they were sometimes able to help guide me along the way, the fact that there are animals constantly coming and going as well as having alterations in their diet made it so Allyson and Charles weren’t able to know everything right off the back.

There were two other people to help us get the basics down of what we would be doing for our chores: Stewart, the newly added deaf farm manager who has the charisma of a mature, knowledgeable, and playful boy, and Erica, the clerk of the work who has a very educated, yet strangely witted personality. At first it was hard to understand Stewart since his words are muttered and not perfectly clear, but after the first day it got easier and easier, especially since he can be very animated and uses gestures very well with those who don’t know sign language. On occasion he would need to write down sentences on a paper to get across what he was trying to explain, but if Allyson was around she would be able communicate to him through the signs that Stewart taught her previous weeks beforehand.

On the first day I got the basics down of what we would have to be doing throughout the week: let the laying hens out to wander around the outside of the barn, put up their roosts, fill up their water and feed, lay down bedding if they needed it, collect eggs in the afternoon and polish them; give the sows (female pigs) and piglets their feed formula (2 lbs. organic grain mixed with 1 egg, ½ c apple cider vinegar, and 2 gal of water), fill up their drinking tub with water, lay down a good amount of hay to cover muddy, wet, crappy areas; fill up feed, water, and bedding for the pullets (young hens); give grain and water to goat buck-lings that are clearing out brush (midweek they got moved onto the pasture with the lambs and llama); give feed and water to barn cats in the morning (they feed on mice and other scraps around the barn for dinner); give water to the heifers (young female cows); give water to lambs and Oden, the llama; and feed, water, and move the broilers (chickens specifically raised for meat) in the chicken tractors. In the afternoon the chores remained the same except we had to take care of the kitchen’s compost: the pre-consumer bucket (raw food scraps) went to the pigs to eat, the post-consumer bucket went to the layers, and all the other compost (such as chicken, bones, napkins, tea bags, greasy foods, etc.) went on top of one of the numerous compost piles to be covered with manure and hay.

Now some of you may be asking, “Are the animals raised using organic practices?” Well, although that is a very vague question that can easily be deceiving, it differs for each animal. All the animals have the ability to move around quite a bit and almost all of them are on pasture. The chickens, and goats on occasion, get fed regular grain, whereas the pigs get fed organic grain. Why the pigs get the organic grain, I haven’t the slightest clue and neither did some of the people I asked on the farm. But I do know that it is way too expensive for the college to feed organic grain to all the animals that need it. Although the chickens get fed compost and are put outside to wander around the barn (eating insects, bugs, and other small edibles,) they occasionally need another source of protein and energy, which is why there is always grain available for them in the chicken coop. From my experience, the grain didn’t get eaten that much and didn’t have to be refilled too often. The goats are occasionally fed grain because it gives them another source of protein and energy to benefit their nutrition. When they are browsing in brush or being put on pasture and need to be moved to a different paddock, the grain is used to help move them and make them happy in the transition of their new feeding area. Overall, if you don’t count the small amount of grain that are given to the animals, I guess the animals could be considered organic (just not USDA certified organic)—they are raised humanely with the ability to roam around and feed on their natural environment.

The Animals

As the week went on I started creating a great passion for the animals. I had the benefit of learning the different personalities of the animals and by midweek of farm chores I had become very connected with them. The pigs and piglets were a lot of fun to fun to have to take care of. When I had to jump in their pen the piglets would squeal and run around and the two sows (Maple, who smells like maple syrup, and Ice cream, the lighter colored of the two) would come towards me as if I was food. Fortunately, all the pigs were playful and I just had to stiff arm the sows if I didn’t want to get nibbled or get mud and crap all over me. On some occasions the piglets would burry themselves in the hay so I wouldn’t be able to notice what I was stepping on until I heard them squeal beneath me. Luckily they were tough little piglets and being stepped on by a human was the least of their concern.

The goats were always the most fun to deal with. I loved the fact that if it was raining the buck-lings would all wait under the trees until I showed up with a quarter bucket full of grain for them. Suddenly all of them would rush toward the electric fence at once to wait for me to hop over and give them food. I had to do my best to efficiently get the grain in the big, rubber bowl without letting them force their heads into the bucket themselves. It was almost like a video game: if I poured the grain into to the empty bowl before the goats got there, I won. If they got there before I did, causing me to have to pour the feed onto their faces, they won. Out the five or so times I gave them grain, I probably only won the game twice. They may look cute and harmless, but when they know food is coming they get very excited and pushy, screaming “Maaaaaaaa.” Since they were browsing in brush when they were being fed grain there were numerous thorns around their feeding bowl. On one of the days when the goats won our little game they ended up pushing me back into some thorns. I felt like something had cut me but at the time I was too focused on getting the feed into bowl so I didn’t even notice until I got back to the barn.

“Oh my god, Trevor. What happened to your leg?” Allyson asked me when I returned to the barn to mark the goats off the farm chore check list.

I glanced down at my leg and noticed the blood and numerous cuts. “Oh wow, look at that,” I said calmly, “the goats must have pushed me into those thorns down there.” From that day on I made it my goal to get to the bowl before the goats did. The next time I fed them I was able to jump over the fence before the goats even saw me, which allowed me to pour the grain into their bowl while they were still ten feet away. Even though I won the game that day, the goats were still winning 3 to 1. I really should’ve gotten bonus points for that one.

When the goats were put in the same pasture as the heifers, lambs, and the llama, it was easier to notice the different personalities of the animals. The goats seemed to be way more sociable and energetic than the sheep and llama. Their extra energy probably came from the fact that they were able to socialize with the other animals. The cows seemed to keep to themselves for the most part. They were easily scared by humans but liked to chase each other around every now and then. Then comes Oden—a tall, antisocial, and somewhat frightening llama. Oden is the kind of animal that won’t let you get close enough to pet him, but if you happen to be walking near him he might start walking towards you as if he’s going to whack you with his head. Just by watching Oden throughout the day you would be able to feel an aura of a cocky, wise, and self-centered llama. Honestly, I think he just needs a girl.

When it comes to the layers, pullets, and broilers there isn’t much to say about their personalities. To put it simply, they are chickens: if you start to walk towards them they will run away from you. If you stick out your hand they will squawk and back away. When the young roosters got introduced to the farm at the end of the week and got put with the layers, I sensed a little more toughness in them than the other chickens, but still, they simply avoided being anywhere near humans. On the third day of farm chores there were two pullets that got over the electric fence and were wandering outside of their designated area. When I noticed them wandering free while I was bringing down a bucket of water, I told myself not to freak out. Yeah I had never dealt with chickens before in my life, but hey I needed a nice adrenaline rush to wake me up in the early morning. I put the bucket down when I got twenty yards away from the chickens and started walking towards them in the six-inch deep mud. I slowly approached the first freed chicken and it started to go the other direction. Trying to come around the front of it, I took five quick strides to the left and reached out my hands to try to place one hand on each side of the wing. Surprisingly, the chicken wasn’t able to get away fast enough and I picked it up, walked over to where the chicken tractor was, and threw him over the electric fence to join his other jealous friends who probably wished they had experienced the free world. The next chicken that was wandering around was a little farther away than the other had been, but within a minute I had already cornered it, picked it up, and thrown it back over the fence. If it wasn’t for the demonstration in my Sustainable Agriculture class at Paul Smith’s I probably wouldn’t have known the proper way to pick up a chicken. It isn’t really a science, but there are definitely correct and incorrect ways of approaching the situation. From that day on, I started to respect the plight more than before. It made me happy that I didn’t have to chase the chickens around for half an hour at 6:30 in the morning.    : )

The Chicken Slaughter

While I’m on the topic of chickens, why not talk about chicken slaughtering?

Although I have always had a high interest in being able to slaughter my own food or at least experience the process after having watched the movie Food Inc., I never thought I would have slaughtered a chicken on the fifth day of being at Sterling.

I showed up a couple hours early on the day of the slaughter to help set up in the equipment shed , an open garage-like building which held random machinery, wood, tools, and other equipment. To prepare for the slaughtering I had to scrub and wash down the heavy duty work table where the chickens were going to be de-feathered and eviscerated. I filled up six buckets of water—two for washing the blood and other yucky stuff after the slaughter, two for scalding the chickens in hot water after they had been killed to make it easier to pluck their feathers,  one for washing our hands in, and one for rinsing the chicken after the evisceration.

After dinner Erica explained the whole process to me, Matt (a cool, relaxed ex-marine interested in Sustainable Agriculture), Danielle (a tall blonde who just got a Bachelor’s in Exercise Science and is interested in learning about farm to table), and Brew (a short, funny, Israeli mother in the Sustainable Ag program).

Step 1) Place a chicken head down in a metal cone so that its wings can’t push out and so that its feet are coming out at the top of the cone. Secure it so that it can’t move around too much by sliding and tightening a rope around its feet. Take a small sharp knife and make a deep incision about an inch below its ear lobes into the veins on each side of its neck. Hold the head extended for blood to drain and to prevent the chicken from moving around too much before its last couple breathes.

Step 2) Once it is certain the chicken is dead, pull the neck down and cut the head off in the middle of the neck where two neck bones meet. Rinse poop and blood off the chicken in a cold bucket of water, place chicken in scalding hot water (somewhere around 140 degrees) and remove from hot water after thirty seconds.

Step 3) Pull out feathers without ripping skin.

Step 4) Once all feathers are out, eviscerate on a cutting board. Remove all viscera. Make sure not to pop the gull bladder inside or on your chicken. Save desired organs, rinse chicken in clean bucket of cold water, and put directly into refrigerator or freezer. Cook and eat!

After I watched the process and got the gist of what the whole procedure was and where you make the incisions on the neck of the chicken, I volunteered to be the first one to give it a try. When the chicken was secure in the metal cone, I pulled its head and examined its neck closely to figure out where to make the incisions. “Is this the right spot?” I asked as I gestured to Stewart and looked over to Erica. Stewart came forward and pointed to the correct spot on the neck. I put the knife where he directed me to and looked at him for confirmation. He gave me a thumbs up and I tried to make an incision. Since the knife wasn’t as sharp as I thought, it took me about 4 tries until I actually got through its feathers and hit the skin deep enough to cause blood to start running out. The blood dripped onto my hands and into the bucket below the chicken. Suddenly the chicken tried to pull its head into the cone and started squawking and trying to move its wings. I held the same position and made sure his head did not get away by where it was when I made the incision. I quickly took the knife and made the second incision on the other side. Waiting twenty seconds to let the blood drain out and to prevent the chicken from moving around, I took a deep breath and recognized how well I handled the whole situation.

Although I knew I wouldn’t have regrets about killing a chicken, I became surprised at how much I pitied the chicken. I thought about the idea of meat being viewed as a more valued and luxurious food product. Whether it’s being slaughtered at a feed lot, in a factory, or on a small pasture farm, the animal should be recognized for its sacrifice. I believe in the theory that if the animal is treated and slaughtered humanely in a natural and sustainable environment, then you become a lot more connected with the food and the land of which it was raised on. I highly suggest meat eaters slaughter an animal they are going to consume or at least watch how animal slaughtering is done. It’s sad to say our nation has come to the point when some people would rather not know where and how a chicken was raised and slaughtered. Whether it’s raised in a tiny cage or outside roaming with access to a pasture, people should be aware of the details behind the animal products they are buying so they can make wise decisions about what they consume.

After the head was off, I washed the blood and crap off the chicken, put it in the hot water for about thirty seconds, and then tossed it on the work table to start plucking its feathers out. After about ten minutes of plucking I had Erica show me how to eviscerate the chicken. To put it simply and uncomplicated, the process of evisceration involves taking off the feet, removing the oil gland on the tail (or removing the whole tail to make it easier), removing the neck, and sticking your hand in its open end and carefully, but forcefully pulling out the innards of the chicken. Surprisingly it was a lot more detailed and complicated than I thought. Although there are only a few basic steps in the process of evisceration, I wouldn’t have been able to do it by reading the instructions on a piece of paper— luckily Erica was a great teacher and made it seem a lot easier than it looked.

…Two nights later we had some of the best fried chicken I’ve ever had. I convinced myself I was eating the chicken I had slaughtered and joked with people about how they were probably eating the same one too. It made me feel really good that I had experienced everything from giving food and water to the chicken, and slaughtering and eviscerating it, to eating it for a delicious meal. If that’s not a true definition of food going from the farm to table, then I don’t know what is.

(What to look forward to in my next blog by this weekend: all about my classes, first hitchhike adventure, trip to Montpelier)

**WARNING: GRAPHIC CHICKEN PICTURES AT BOTTOM OF PAGE**

Introduction to Sterling College: A New Home Away From Home

When most people are about to arrive at a new school they usually get pretty nervous. In my case however, the drive to Sterling College was the complete opposite. Breathtaking epic valleys, hills, and mountains only added to the amount of excitement that was already being built up in my body. I expected the ride heading towards Northeastern Vermont from my pit stop the night before in Massachussetts to be long and tiresome since I left at sunrise. Luckily, the beautiful environment was able to keep eyes peeled on the road and what surrounded me (whoever came up with the “no billboard law” in Vermont was a genius!) By the time I arrived at Sterling College, my legs, arms, and ass cheeks were tense from the five hour adventure so I gave a good stretch before entering the room where I would sign in and receive all the papers and basic information for the month long half-semester. After a warm welcome outside of the admissions building, I waited for the fellow new student who was already filling out papers to finish with the registrar lady before I took a seat.

Once the new student and I both made eye contact, we started what most polite and excited college students do—have a conversation.

“Hey man, what’s your name?” the dark skinned kid asked me.

“Trevor, what about you?” I replied.

“Greg.”

“Nice to meet you Greg. Where ya from?” I asked in curiosity.

“Baltimore, what about you?” the kid replied.

“No way! I’m from Gaithersburg in Montgomery County, about a 45 minute drive from Baltimore.”

“Haha. That’sick! You’re from Moco? I never expected to meet someone from Maryland up here,” Greg replied with a big smile.

It simply put me in awe that the first person I met at my new college was from the same area as me. Once Greg was finished with his paper work I took his spot and listened to the registrar lady tell me what I had to do before moving my stuff in. While walking back and forth between buildings on campus to get certain paper work done from different offices, I started to meet some of the other six new students. (That’s right, I said six. There are only about twenty-five kids in the first summer session at the college and the six new students had to arrive early to do a three day one-credit freshman seminar course. Call it camp or call it college, but whatever it was, it was my new temporary home).

After Greg, the next person I met was a curly-haired girl name Hannah. Ironically, she had the same name and same hair type and color as a girl I almost dated within the past year back home. Although their personalities are quite different and physical features aren’t that similar, I found it pretty crazy how the first student I met was from Maryland and the second had the same name and hair type as a beautiful girl back home.

As the day went on I met the other three students who would also be joining the six person group that some would eventually call “the new kids,” or simply “the newbs”: my roommate Jacob (a 21 year old with long, brown hair from southern Vermont with a strong knowledge and interest in botany), Erika (a pale skinned, light blonde-haired girl from New Hampshire who easily got burnt by the sun), and Raymond (a 49 year old man from New Hampshire who came to Sterling College to study sustainable water—as the oldest one within the group he had lots of wisdom to share within the group, especially since he had lived and studied with Native Americans and has a long history of working in the forestry business and with big machinery).

Going from Paul Smith’s College, where the motto “It’s all about the experience” played a massive role in student life, to Sterling College, where the whole college, town, and even region holds an amazingly strong sense of community, agriculture, conservation, and sustainability, had to be one of the smoothest transitions imaginable  when it comes to transferring colleges. To easily summarize the focus point of each school, I went from a college of a thousand students with interests in culinary, hospitality, science, liberal arts, business, forestry, surveying, fisheries & wildlife, outdoor recreation, and arboriculture to a college with one hundred students with interests in conservation ecology, sustainable agriculture, outdoor education and leadership, northern studies, natural history, environmental humanities, and self-designed majors (which is most students’ choice since many people want to incorporate more than one area of study into their major).

A huge part of the reason I chose to go to Sterling was because it was a place where I could really become a part of local, sustainable, and organic food. In addition, I could see the process of what it takes for food to get from the farm to the table. Ever since being here I haven’t had one meal that I didn’t enjoy, nor have I ever felt bloated after a meal (and trust me, it’s hard to stop eating the food since it’s so damn delicioius and fresh-tasting—I stuff myself to the rafters each meal and am told by some students that I should expect to gain some within the first couple weeks). As much as I adored PSC, it feels great to get away from the Sodexo dining room food and be able to eat healthy, non-processed foods for every meal (Sterling even offers lactose free, gluten free, and vegan options!). Put simply as a lactose/dairy intolerant, the Sterling College dining room is heaven.

A Sense of Place

The three day, first year student class was called A Sense of Place, a class that introduced students to the bioregion of Craftsbury Common and the Northeast Kingdom (the northeast corner of Vermont). Numerous Sterling College professors taught as much as they could within their allotted time frame about everything from the history and botany of the land to the basic uses of a map and compass. Although the six of us had to do some typical freshman games such as calling each other’s name out and tossing a ball to each other, we did get to experience some extraordinary adventures together.

The botany walk we went on was led by the oldest professor at Sterling, a late sixty or early seventy year-old man named Dick. He was a college dropout who simply learned about the natural environment of northern Vermont by reading books and becoming familiar with all the plants and organisms within his area. My interest in forestry and botany started by having numerous friends at Paul Smiths who were into the same subject, but after the “nature walk” my interest in the subjects were multiplied by ten. I found it amazing how someone could walk through the woods of a specific area and point out every tree and plant along the way. I was also put in awe by the amount of organisms my roommate, Jacob, was able to point out. If someone the same age as me could easily identify the physical aspects of nature in the woods, why couldn’t I? After all, his knowledge is all based on books and studying his surroundings also. It really made me want to go buy many books on edible wild plants, forestry, and the basics of identifying plants in general. So many books, so little time! Times like these I wish I had similar brain-functioning abilities to Rain Man when it comes to memorization.

Although the nature walk was one of the coolest things I had done during the class, the rock climbing at Mt. Wheeler definitely topped it off. It was the first time I had rock climbed outside with climbing gear. Having to wake up before six in the morning wasn’t very exciting, but luckily it was a forty five minute drive so we could sleep in the van on the way there. We started off by using our map and compass to bushwhack towards the cliff we would be climbing. From the trail we had to decide as a group which way to enter the woods, and if there was not a unanimous decision then we weren’t allowed to make our way towards the cliff. The two instructors (who both had great climbing experience) kept to themselves behind us while we contemplated on which way to go. Eventually, the six of us agreed on which direction to enter the woods by using our map and compass and we started our “bushwhacking” (although we weren’t actually whacking anything).

After about twenty minutes of going up and over logs, avoiding deep patches of mud, and climbing and jumping onto large rocks, we reached the designated cliff. Our compass calculations were correct and we didn’t get lost! Hooray for team work! Besides seeing one of the best views of the area so far, what made the journey so worth it were the beautiful pink and white lady’s slipper orchids. They were the most beautiful wild flowers I had ever seen and probably the prettiest living organism I’ve seen on top of a mountain. To my knowledge, they were the first wild orchids I had ever seen (I feel bad for us Maryland-ians who don’t get exposed to natural environments like this).

After our instructors set up the ropes for climbing the cliff and we practiced the basics of belaying each other and tying the right knots, we began taking turns climbing the cliff. I was the first one to climb and Greg, who is an experienced climber, was my belayer. The cliff did not have many notches for my feet or hands, but there was a good slant for face climbing so notches were not needed on most areas of the way up. Since I was the first one to climb and had never done it before, I thought I would be nervous, however, I found myself more anxious than anything. What did I have to lose? I was simply attached to a rope and was being belayed by someone who had a lot of experience climbing. Not to mention there was a back-up belayer just in case.

In the beginning I started off like it was nothing. After about one minute I had made it ten feet up the cliff. Realizing I was losing my breathe a little, I thought of the climbing tips I had recently learned about not wasting all your energy at once and keeping your body close to the cliff especially when face climbing. Soon enough I was on the part of the cliff that had the least cracks or indents to hold onto and got stuck for a couple minutes. Remembering I was attached to a rope and that it didn’t matter if I fell or not, I took deep breathes to calm myself down and focused on what my next move would be. As Greg kept yelling, “Trust your feet!” I stretched my right foot onto a tiny indent in the cliff and reached up with my right hand, grasped a pointed part of the cliff, and pulled up the other side of my body. Hearing the positive feedback from the people below me, I motivated myself to continue moves like the one I had just done and reached the top of the rope within minutes. I gave a big yell to confirm that I had reached the top, soaked in the amazing view of northern Vermont, and let Greg reel me on down.

By the time the next person reached the top another rope was set up so we could have two people climbing at the same time. Although the second rope reached a much higher point of the cliff, it was a little easier than the first one because it had cracks and more indents to use your arms and feet on. However, the benefit of the second climb was that you were able to see a more peripheral and breathtaking view of the mountains, trees, and hills of Vermont. After I had belayed someone for the first time and got the hang of it, I called it a day, ate my lunch while I waited for the others to finish climbing, and then hiked back to the van with everyone else. What surprised me the most about the rock climbing session wasn’t only how much of a physical workout it was, but how much of a mental one it was as well. It’s amazing how much I connected with myself within those few minutes when I was on the cliff. Besides the person belaying below me, it was only me and the rock, nothing else. Which move will I make next? Can I trust myself to reach over to the ledge on the far left? It all really comes down to how confident one is and how much you can rely on your physical and mental capacity. However, without the help and tips from Greg and the instructors it would have been much harder. I realized I learned the lesson of the day from my rock climbing experience: as cliché as it sounds, when you’re in a group, there is no I. If it wasn’t for the unanimous decision of navigating to the cliff with our maps and compasses, we would not have reached our goal.

To end this first blog post I want to briefly state why I’m doing a blog and why now. I’ve come to the conclusion that most people connected to me at this point in my life have little knowledge of what it’s like to live in upstate New England,  Vermont, and even upstate NY in the ADK’s for some people back in Maryland. I want to let people know what it’s like to work on a farm, experience a sustainable community-based atmosphere, and live in a natural environment that is extraordinarily connected to the culture that exists within it. This blog isn’t to satisfy any needs of my own (although it might increase my writing skills), but is simply here to inform my friends, family, past teachers, and everyone else in my life of what it is like to experience an environment that is very different from what I was raised in.

Look forward to hearing more about typical life at Sterling College in my next blog: details on farm chores, chicken slaughters, and pig butchering.


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