In the News - Friday, September 23, 2011
Electrical wiring is cause of
Western Holiday Lodge blaze
The fire at Western Holiday Lodge on Sierra Drive in Three Rivers originated in electrical wiring near or in an outlet in the storage shed adjacent to the office and lobby. That official cause was contained in the findings of a report filed by Captain Kevin Riggi, Tulare County Fire Prevention.
Captain Riggi, who investigated the Saturday, Sept. 10, structure fire, said there was electrical wiring to the shed and office that ran along a chain-link fence covered with wood. When Engine 14 arrived on the scene shortly after 11 a.m., firefighters found the shed engulfed by flames and fire under the eaves of a part of the motel’s office.
According to Jay Hossain, the owner of the 54-room property, the blaze was sparked by a SCE power line.
“My son saw the sparking line and tried to step on it to put it out,” Hossain said. “Fortunately, he had rubber soles on his shoes so he was not injured.”
Hossain, who with his wife, Alyssa, have owned and operated the property since 2003, said that next he tried pouring water on the blaze from a garden hose. He then used a fire extinguisher while his wife called the fire department.
While fighting the fire, Hossain received a burn on his hand but no one else was injured. In a matter of minutes, firefighters had the blaze contained to the shed and an adjacent office.
The lobby did not burn but did have some damage from water and smoke. Hossain said he is still waiting for the outcome of an investigation being conducted by his insurance company.
The contents of the shed and office included miscellaneous materials, landscape cuttings, wood, exercise equipment, and business documents. The value of the structures and contents has yet to be determined.
MK bridge reapir utilizes new techniques
Imagine a government project that is sensitive to the environment, considers the needs of the local community, costs 25 to 60 percent less than a conventional project, and can be completed on time. That’s how Khamis Haramy, senior geotechnical engineer with the Federal Highway Administration (FHA), describes the bridge construction that is currently in the works at the end of the Mineral King Road in Sequoia National Park.
Haramy was here from Denver during the week of September 12 to supervise the initial soil and foundation work on the new East Mineral King Bridge.
“This is the first FHA project in these local parks that we’ve undertaken that will be done entirely with park workers,” Haramy said. “Projects like these save the federal government time and money, and using local workers makes the job even more cost effective.”
That’s because the extra expense of bringing in an outside contractor is not necessary. Congress is currently looking at all projects using contractors in an attempt to cut spending. These public works projects in national parks are an example of the FHA doing its part to reduce its share of Department of Transportation costs.
Haramy said that park workers are usually more conscious of park resources and that, too, is a win-win for everyone. But the key to the success of the construction is a relatively new bridge-building technique called GRS-IBS.
That’s the acronym for Geosynthetic Reinforced Soil (GRS) Integrated Bridge System (IBS). Haramy says it sounds complicated but it’s basically a simple process.
The GRS-IBS technology uses alternating layers of soil material (fill) and cinder blocks with a geotextile (fabric) between the layers of block to complete the reinforcement to support the bridge. This three-step process is repeated until the desired wall height is achieved.
There is no need for a deep foundation or connecting approach concrete-slab because the construction is jointless. This type of bridge has the added benefit of eliminating the “bump” where a typical bridge abuts the roadway.
Haramy said anyone can see the obvious scenic values of Mineral King, and his office was also made aware of the concerns of the historic Mineral King community.
“We wanted to build a bridge that will look similar to the historic appearance of the old one and still be a place where people can come to enjoy the beauty of Mineral King,” Haramy said. “From a performance standpoint, the new bridge will be safer and require little maintenance.”
The bridge is expected to be completed and back in service by October 20, 2011.
HIKING THE PARKS
Meadows, mosquitoes, and mountain memories
By Sarah Elliott
This is the first installment in a series about an eight-day backpacking trip during August 2011.
Planning a backpacking trip and being in charge of the itinerary and the food takes time and a lot of pre-trip organization. One evening in my living room, just a few days before we were to embark on our trip, I was visiting with my dad.
No, Dad doesn’t get to go anymore (which is a disappointment to both of us), but at 87 years old with a lifetime of experience in Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks and the wilderness in general, he is my go-to source on anything outdoors and in the mountains. I would never venture out without talking to him first.
With the food dehydrator humming in the kitchen, as it had been for several weeks in preparation of this upcoming journey, and sleeping bags, bear canister, fishing poles, and an assortment of other essential equipment strewn about the room, we were discussing our route and reminiscing about other trips taken by us and others.
When I mentioned Big Arroyo, my dad launched into a story that I’ve heard a hundred times but about which I will never tire of hearing. To summarize: After my grandparents were married in Mineral King, their honeymoon consisted of a pack trip, which included a stop at the Big Arroyo.
The conversation took a turn. My grandparents were married in August 1921. Interesting. We would be traveling to the area in August 2011; exactly 90 years to the month.
Neither my dad nor I could remember the exact day of the wedding. Out came the family genealogy.
“Robert Hardin Barton, the second child of Jason and Mary Barton, was born at Three Rivers on March 28, 1899. He has lived at Three Rivers his entire life and is a citrus grower. He married Muriel May on August 19, 1921...”
We were leaving Mineral King on our trip on Saturday, Aug. 20. We would arrive at the Big Arroyo Patrol Cabin on August 22. I got chills when we discovered that it was conceivable that we would be at the Big Arroyo camp area on the exact same date that my grandfather and grandmother were 90 years previously.
And this was without even planning it. In my belief system, this means that this trip was meant to be and there was something greater spiritually that would be guiding us.
I was more anxious than ever to hit the trail. I would soon be communing with my ancestors, the ones responsible for passing along this love of the natural world and living outside to three more generations of our family... so far.
TO UNNAMED CAMPSITE
Our daughter, Jennie, and her boyfriend, Jimmy, had arrived in Three Rivers about midnight from the Bay Area the night before. They were troopers as they rolled out of bed Saturday morning at daybreak for the hour-and-a-half drive to the trailhead in Mineral King.
Jennie, 22, backpacked with us every summer from the time she was five years old through 2007. After that summer, her college and work schedules took priority and she had to skip a few summers. Jimmy, on the other hand, is new to backpacking yet was eager to learn the ins and outs.
The only regret on this trip is that our son, Johnnie, would not be accompanying us. He took his first backpacking trip at the age of four, and he, too, took an annual trip with us, the last one being in 2007. The week of this most recent backpacking trip coincided with the first week of his fourth year of college. We were reluctant to go without him, but in these modern times, the vacation schedule dictates when it will be and we sometimes have no choice but to play along.
Jimmy would have to work that much harder now as he had some big shoes to fill. He would be taking Johnnie’s place, as well as be a part of the Mineral King tradition that involves an unwritten mandate that all boyfriends and girlfriends of the next generation of mountain folk must pass “the test.” This test has one requirement only: To love, honor, and cherish Mineral King and all it entails, which sometimes includes walking 50-plus miles in eight days with everything necessary for survival on your back and to love it in sickness and in health.
My initial concern, and Jimmy’s first challenge, was to go from sea level to our first night’s campsite at 10,400 feet in under 24 hours. Sometimes this doesn’t work out too well for some hikers.
We departed from Mineral King (elevation 7,800 feet) on the Franklin Trail. It was a beautiful, sunny day without a cloud in the sky; that is exactly what backpackers like to see although we learned years ago that it is pointless to wish for our perception of perfect weather and instead be prepared for whatever mood the weather may be in on any given day.
For the first mile, the route is flat, following the East Fork of the Kaweah River as it winds its way through an alpine meadow that had been transformed into a stunning field of corn lilies (or the less attractive nickname of skunk cabbage) that were over six feet tall due to the buttermilk-colored stalks of blossoms that adorned each plant.
The first water crossing was Crystal Creek, within a half-mile from the trailhead. In order to avoid taking off our boots and wading across the unseasonably high water, we backtracked a short ways on the trail to cross on a well-placed log that spanned the waterway.
If we were already searching for alternative crossings, there was certain to be plenty of high water in our future. Within another mile, we were at the Franklin Creek crossing. This required some rock-hopping and general good balance. Not a problem for anyone but me. I couldn’t take the one final leap from rock to shore without John reaching out his hiking pole for me to hang onto. Once I had a grip on that, I was good to go and we once again had all kept our boots on and, more importantly, dry.
From here the trail begins its climb away from the Kaweah River and up Farewell Canyon. It alternates between open areas on the mountainside that were filled with blooming wildflowers and forested areas of pine, fir, cedar, and juniper.
Lots of long switchbacks add mileage, but no one complains much, considering the alternative would mean a shorter, yet much steeper route. Even though our packs were at their heaviest of the trip due to eight days worth of meals and snacks, we were making good time on this section of trail that was taking us toward the Franklin Lakes-Farewell Gap junction (elevation 9,358). Here is where we stopped for a water break and struck up a conversation with a group that was day-hiking to Farewell Gap. Because it was the first day of our eight-day trip and it was purged from my overburdened brain, I cannot remember the man’s name who stated that he used to live in Three Rivers during the early 1970s, but he did mention he is friends with the Cannarozzis, who still reside here.
After this point, the trail contours around Tulare Peak, which was the obstacle currently standing between us and the Franklin Lakes area. And here is where we once again met up with Franklin Creek about 1,500 vertical feet higher than the first time we had crossed it that day.
I was raised on the Kaweah River and at an earlier period in my life was a darn-good rock-hopper. But with an overloaded pack on my back, I just don’t have that cocky confidence anymore. That is why, when reaching Franklin Creek, I resigned myself to sitting down, sloughing off my pack, unhooking my water sandals, removing my boots, hiking socks, and liner socks, putting on my sandals, tying my boot laces together, tucking my socks into my boots, buckling my pack back together, hoisting it back onto my shoulders, and entering the ice-cold creek to carefully wade across.
And the above description is exactly why the other three in my party would traverse up and downstream in search of a crossing to avoid the arduous task of removing their boots. As the trip progressed, at some of the water crossings, my way was faster; at others, my way was the only option; and at still others, John, Jennie, and Jimmy found a crossing and made it across before I even had my first boot off.
This crossing was one of the latter. The gang was all waiting for me by the time I had crossed, dried my feet, and donned my socks, boots, and backpack once again. I can vouch that at this point my feet were the cleanest and most refreshed of all.
It was just another short jaunt up the trail before we ventured off cross-country to our first night’s campsite. We had the benefit of knowing about a pleasant, picturesque side canyon that would take us away from the one dozen other backpackers that were reportedly spending the night along the shore of lower Franklin Lake.
By mid-afternoon, we had our camp set up. There were no ill effects from the altitude on our sea-level dwellers, and John and I could finally relax, knowing we had successfully left behind phones, computers, and a relentless weekly deadline. Let the vacation begin.
Granted, some people wouldn’t think that walking eight hours a day, uphill, at elevation, carrying 40 to 50 pounds, fending off mosquitoes, and dodging lightning bolts is a dream vacation. And, guess what? Sometimes it’s not. But for me, the overall experience is always rejuvenating and restorative and never fails to create indelible memories.
Perhaps our first night’s campsite was a good omen. There were no mosquitoes, no clouds in the sky. The only sounds were the gurgling of the creek and birds. That is, until the wind picked up in the middle of the night. Nylon tents are vulnerable to that sort of thing.
To be continued...
Spend a ‘Night in Italy’ with TRUS Foundation
20th annual dinner/auction raises
much-needed funds for Three Rivers School
Each fall for the past two decades and through two school principals, the nonprofit Three Rivers Union School Foundation has held a catered dinner, accompanied by live and silent auctions, which have helped raise money for the small, local school. This year, the 20th annual, the financial situation at the kindergarten-through-eighth-grade school is dire, so the support of community members is imperative.
EAT, DRINK AND BE MERRY
The weather is forecast to be in the 80s for Sunday’s event that is held outdoors at the Lions Arena’s pavilion and lawn area. The annual gathering is a fun excuse to dress up... or not; it is “Three Rivers casual” and an uber-friendly and laid-back affair.
The first hour of the event is a time for socializing and wandering among row upon row of goods and services that make up the silent auction. Luscious appetizers — pesto and sun-dried tomato torte, shrimp cocktail — paired with complimentary wine and microbrew will be available.
There will be lots of creations by local artists that will be awarded at the end of the evening to the highest bidder, as well as food (from a dinner for two to boxes of fresh fruit), gift baskets (national park mementos, books, and more), lodging opportunities (two nights at Bearpaw High Sierra Camp, for example), handmade home decor and wearables (quilted table covering, purses, scarves), services (guided tours, personal care), jewelry, photographs, and so much more.
Be sure that all this browsing, visiting, and bidding works up an appetite because this year’s dinner will not disappoint. Delectable Italian cuisine will be expertly prepared and served by Dane and Allison Millner (Sierra Subs & Salads).
Gourmet meatball or vegetarian lasagna with fresh pasta will be accompanied by a variety of fresh salads — green garden salad, panzanella bread salad, Italian pasta salad — garlic bread, and fresh, seasonal fruit. The live auction will commence while guests are seated for dinner.
An impossibly decadent choice of desserts will top off the meal -— chocolate espresso cake or vanilla bean latte cake — created by Antoinette Cloutier (Antoinette’s Coffee and Goodies). Dessert expenses are being offset by a generous donation from Century 21 Three Rivers.
RETURN ON YOUR
By participating in this 20th annual Fall Dinner, you will be taking a head-on, hands-on approach to literally saving Three Rivers School. The funds raised via ticket sales and the auctions will go to programs and equipment at Three Rivers School, as has been the routine for 20 years.
Schools nationwide are currently struggling with declining revenue from federal and state sources. In addition, in the past several years, TRUS has experienced a downturn in enrollment, which has further contributed to its desperate financial situation. In November 2010, a tax-parcel measure on the ballot was defeated by mere votes.
In response, the TRUS Foundation has stepped up its fundraising efforts, holding its first annual Hidden Gardens of Three Rivers Tour this past spring, then immediately beginning its planning of the 20th annual Fall Dinner and Auction. This past year, nearly $40,000 was raised and provided to the school, helping fund the positions of library/technology specialist and the music teacher, while also funding the art program and purchasing new computers.
Three Rivers School is currently depending on community members to assist it through these difficult economic times. TRUS does its part by consistently delivering some of the highest test scores in Tulare County, thus aiding in homeowners’ property values and the overall livability of Three Rivers.
Of all the local neighborhood amenities that can influence a buyer’s decision to purchase a home, proximity to good quality schools is one of the most influential. According to the 2010 National Association of Realtors “Profile of Home Buyers and Sellers,” 25 percent of home buyers listed school quality and 19 percent listed proximity to schools as deciding factors in their home purchase.
To purchase tickets, stop by the Three Rivers School office (during business hours), www.trusfoundation.org, or call the school (561-4466) or any Foundation board member (Lee Crouch, Valerie Deveraux, Sarah Elliott, Mark Hirni, Karen Holland, Greg Lockhart, Pam Lockhart, Barbara Merline, Linda Mutch). A limited amount of tickets will also be available at the event from 4 to 5 p.m.
Run, walk ‘where the river meets the lake’
The second annual Kaweah Country 10K run/5K walk is scheduled for Saturday, Nov. 19, and promises to be bigger and better than last year’s inaugural event. It will be held once again “where the river meets the lake” and is being co-sponsored by THE KAWEAH COMMONWEALTH and Sole 2 Soul Sports, a running and fitness retailer with stores in Visalia and Fresno.
“What we heard last year was that we needed to upgrade the timing for each participant and figure out a way to make the scenic lake-bottom course a little less dusty,” said John Elliott, who with Lee Goldstein staged the 2010 event.
By pushing the event back a few weeks, it is hoped that some early rainfall will alleviate the dust. As for the timing, that’s where Sole 2 Soul adds their expertise.
Sole 2 Soul Sports, managed by Ted Nunes, an ultra-runner, has just added chip timing to the state-of-the-art products and services that the two stores already provide.
Chip timing is the norm at today’s running and walking events. Each participant is given a computer chip with their race package that attaches to a shoelace. At the start of the 5K walk or the 10K run each racer steps across a scanner at the starting line that sends an exact time to a nearby laptop computer; at the finish line another scanner stops the time.
The clock time for the race start is a secondary concern as each bib number logs a race time immediately after finishing. At the conclusion of the race, runners and walkers can check all finishers’ times in the time it takes to print and post.
Another benefit of bringing Sole 2 Soul into the mix is their ability to provide a technical shirt to commemorate the race.
In addition, there will be prizes for the top male and female finishers in each age group.
Sign-up forms for the Kaweah Country run/walk event will be available beginning in October at the office of the Commonwealth, Sole 2 Soul in Visalia and Fresno, and online.
A spring trail event with a half-marathon run (13.1 miles) and a 10K walk is also being planned for April 2012.
Volunteers are currently needed for the registration table and at the aid stations. For more information and to sign up for email updates, call John Elliott at 260-2909 or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Also, be sure to check out Sole 2 Soul Sports in Visalia, located in the Target shopping center.
Health and wellness focus of Community Wellness Day
Day-long event features services, workshops, health education
The Sequoia Mountain Healers is hosting its second annual Community Wellness Day so participants may learn, discover, and celebrate healthy living. The event will be held during October’s 1st Saturday.
There is free admission to the event and gift bags will be provided to the first 50 people, while all attendees will learn of the range of local health and wellness services and natural products that are available.
Free workshops and presentations will be held throughout the day. There will also be a book sale, refreshments, and a variety of professional services offered.
Members of the SMH network will be available to discuss their services, which include chiropractic, craniosacral therapy, massage, Reiki, acupressure, hand analysis, couple’s and individual counseling, yoga, Pilates, natural skin care, nutrition, and experiential learning with horses. Other subjects that will be addressed during Wellness Day include aromatherapy, therapy dogs, fitness, and horses that heal.
Workshops and presentations will occur every half hour throughout the event. 10:30 a.m.: Palmistry for Fun (Kay Packard). 11 a.m.: Horses Help Teach Literacy (Jan Loveless). 11:30 a.m.: Chiropractic—Bringing Out the Best in You (Lynn Buckler). 12 p.m.: Feel the Difference: Natural vs. Commercial Skin Care (Janene Lasswell), 12:30 p.m.: Breathing is Good! (Jalene Vincent Welch). 1 p.m.: Listen and Improve Your Relationships (Clancy Blakemore). 1:30 p.m.: Horseback Riding for Physical and Mental Wellness (Christy Wood). 2 p.m.: Self-Help Acupressure and its Benefits (Richard Blakemore). 2:30 p.m.: Aromatherapy for Your Skin and Tummy (Adaniel Lepe-Comachu). 3 p.m.: Let’s Move in the Sequoias! (Mark Tilchen). 3:30 p.m.: Heart Meditation (Charlene Vartanian). 4 p.m.: What’s So Special About a Therapy Dog? (Jennifer Boley).
Sequoia Mountain Healers (SMH) is a network of local health and wellness professionals that came together four years ago with the purpose of encouraging and supporting health and well-being in Three Rivers.
For more information, call 561-4021 or visit www.sequoiamountainhealers.org.
Air quality is focus of Environmental Weekend
By Mona Fox Selph
My first memories are of trees. The shade of the peach tree under which I made mud pies at age three and coaxed my friend to eat (and for which I was punished).
I remember the incident because in my childhood fantasy world, I only understood it was wrong after I was punished. At four or five, I recall the apple tree I climbed with my older brother and a few neighborhood children. It was there that the other kids shared with me the astonishing facts of life. It was so shocking to me that I nearly fell out of the tree.
Years later, when I was in fourth grade in Bad Wildungen, Germany, a huge spreading tree near a brook was the meeting place of the American children of the area. We claimed spots on favorite limbs, and some dared others to climb higher. The tree was kind to us. No one ever suffered more than a skinned knee.
I owe much of my environmental awareness to my father. He almost worshipped trees, perhaps a thread of his DNA. His ancestors came from the British Isles, home to tree-worshipping Druids.
Both of my father’s parents were teachers, but in those days almost everyone was a farmer as well, so he grew up on a farm near Franklin, Tenn., and lived close to nature. There are some 750 species of trees growing wild north of the Mexican border, and my father seemed to know every tree in the South. On walks, my father would show us children how one oak leaf differed slightly from another, and so how to correctly name the tree.
As an Army officer, my dad had traveled to many parts of the country and the world, but until his retirement, only briefly to California where my young family ended up. If I have ever seen transcendence on a person’s face, it was that of my father when we brought him to Sequoia National Park for the first time. I thought he would burst with joy when he saw his first giant sequoia. He stared in wonder, transfixed. The image of his face that day is burned into my memory.
He and my mother purchased 100 hectares in Brazil, where prior to my brother’s tragic accident that made him a quadriplegic, my parents had hoped to retire. After their owning it outright and paying taxes for years, a new mandate from the Brazilian government demanded “development” of the area, including fencing and clear-cutting a huge part of it. My father refused, and because of his inability to expend the time and energy to legally fight the decision due to my brother’s pressing medical needs, the Brazilian government confiscated the land.
My ex-husband was a rocket scientist at Edwards Air Force Base in the high Mojave Desert, so that is where we raised our children. I learned to appreciate the special beauty of the desert when it was awash with wildflowers or blanketed in snow or on nights brilliant with infinite stars. And all the more so in those times, because most days were brown expanses below and blue expanses above, sometimes cloudless and unchanging for nearly nine months of the year. Yet all of those decades, my senses yearned for trees, a craving much like my father’s.
Since I moved to Three Rivers in 1981, I have always said that people here live in “almost Paradise.” The “almost” refers to the air quality and summer heat.
The “Paradise” refers to the rest. We have mountains, rivers, lakes, and we have TREES. We have trees that are the largest and most magnificent on earth, and nearly the oldest.
People come from all over the world to experience them, and we below are the gatekeepers. We are charged with the responsibility for their health and well-being. Strong and resilient as they are, what we do here below them affects their future. Although they benefit from occasional, small-scale fires as part of their reproductive and environmental health, they and the other trees of their ecosystem also need clean air to thrive.
In the early 1980s, with a few film classes at Cal State Northridge under my belt, I assisted in the production of a training film for Sequoia-Kings Canyon: “Fire Ecology in Sequoia Park.” I was part of a team trained by Dr. Paul Miller and others that established baseline plots for measuring ozone damage to yellow pines and other species in Yosemite, Kings Canyon, and Sequoia and Saguaro National Monument.
Strangely, when my children were small, I had clipped and saved an article from the newspaper about Paul Miller’s research into the causes for the demise of many trees in the San Gabriel Mountains. In early controlled studies in the laboratories, he showed that as little as three weeks of gassing of young trees with ozone produced chlorotic mottle and necrosis (death) of pine needles. My participation in the establishment of baseline study plots was probably one of the most arduous and difficult challenges of my life, but one I felt very privileged to be part of.
We at the gateway to our mountains are called to cherish and protect our trees. They and all of the others and their ecosystems elsewhere on the planet are the great lungs of the world, vital to life itself.
On Saturday, Oct. 1, at the annual Greenfaire, Annie Esperanza, air quality specialist for Sequoia-Kings Canyon National Parks, will give a presentation on the effects of air quality. Her 10 a.m. presentation will be followed at 11 with a presentation by Janelle Schneider of the San Joaquin Valley Air Pollution Control District. At 2 p.m., the California Native Plant Society will present a talk by Melanie Baer-Keeley.
A variety of booths will round out the Saturday event. Included will be an exhibit by Christina Lynch imagining two possible futures for Three Rivers: one in which we have protected nature, air, and water. The other in which we have not.
Mona Fox Selph is a founder and organizer of the Three Rivers Environmental Weekend.
Concert on the Grass this weekend
By Bill Haxton
One of the most anticipated events on Three Rivers’s annual entertainment calendar is upon us once again. This year, the Concert on the Grass celebrates its 30th year on Saturday, Sept. 24, with a full lineup of superb performers in music, dance, humor, and poetry.
Over the years, the Concert on the Grass has made quite a name for itself. In past years, it has hosted top film stars Ronnie Cox (Deliverance, Beverly Hills Cop, RoboCop) and Laurie Walters (Joannie in Eight is Enough), as well as top classical violin stars Mayumi Kanagawa, winner of the prestigious Klein Competition, and Danielle Belen, winner of the Sphinx Competition and highly praised concert soloist.
On this year’s concert program are two superb young sopranos: Vanessa Martinez and Lauren Adaska. Both have pitch-perfect voices, deeply emotive tonality, and both have performed extensively in opera and popular musicals.
Vanessa has been hailed as an up-and-coming force in an extremely competitive genre. Lauren will be accompanied by Daniel Townsend in their presentation of a medley from Stephen Sondheim.
Dance master Carol Greninger, who has studied with the best in the world, will perform in full costume with pianist Ken Elias (who also will be fully dressed) in a surprise rendition of... oops, sorry, not supposed to say.
For spoken word, lyrical poet Patricia LaCroix will present two recent poems that fall beautifully on the hearing, like rain or drifting leaves.
Bill Haxton will read the latest chapter from the book about Anne and his sailing adventure, how a midnight escapade to salvage a water pump from a yacht about to be scuttled led to an ethical conflict between religion and the biological imperative to scavenge, and how that crisis was resolved over a fine Islay single malt whisky.
Graceful Anna Adaska, fresh from a prestigious American Ballet Theater summer camp, will present two contemporary choreographies, and Concert on the Grass veteran pianist Ken Elias will close the show with Brahms’ uplifting Capriccio in B Minor and Claude Debussy’s immortal Clair de Lune.
As always, plan to arrive early for the open air art show. There’s plenty of shade on the lawn, so bring a blanket or a beach chair and a picnic lunch. It’s a comfortable, relaxed place to picnic, but you must protect your beverage of choice from the small gray cat. He will drink anything. Literally. And he is clever and persistent.
The address is 44879 Dinely Drive in Three Rivers. Take Highway 198 to Dinely, turn left, cross the bridge over the river, bear right, then continue out about 2.5 miles. Over-educated attendants will direct you to parking.
The art show opens at 1:30 p.m, the concert begins at 2:30 p.m.
Bill Haxton is the organizer of Concert on the Grass and, with his wife, Anne, also hosts the concert that’s held on the grass at their Three Rivers home.