My heart was pounding. I was covered in quickly drying clay, charcoal, twigs, leaves and I was crouched in a dry stream bed listening closely to the woodland sounds. I was listening to the chickadees calling from the lowest branches of the maple trees. Their two-tone call meant everything was normal. Then they went silent.
I remember the summer I learned that shooting stars aren’t really stars. I was away at summer camp in the mountains of North Carolina. We used to see tons of shooting stars—one right after another—as we lay in our sleeping bags in Deep Gap or on Deer Mountain.
This past weekend in Ithaca, Justin Sutera led a Black Ash Pack-Basket workshop as part of Primitive Pursuit’s Wilderness Weekends series at 4-H Acres.
Protocols from Summer 2020
Field Instructor
Angie brings magic, singing, dancing, and gentle creative playfulness into the mix.
Program Director
Commuinty builder, giggler and sage calmer of storms