PREPARATIONS—Mid June
Once we decided to go, Anne and I immediately started our lists. The rest of the family tease us about our list-making but they have to admit they do benefit from it! Lists of what to take, what to give away, what to sell, what to buy, what to do, who to see before we left, our travel route, a time line we would need to follow, things to do when we got to the Ranch, etc.
The men hashed out travel plans and finally decided that we would take Loren's semi truck and trailer, a horse trailer pulled by one of our crew cab trucks and then whatever Paul and his folks decided to take. Based on my calculations of the size of the wagons and the semi trailer (cubic feet), we would be able fill the semi ¼ full from floor to ceiling and still be able to get it all in the wagons. Now weight was another thing we had to consider. Loren's farm wagon would also go in the semi trailer. It was 5 feet from wheel to wheel and was a little over 8 feet long. The load capacity was 3 ton. Once we got to the Ranch, a team of Loren's Belgian draft horses would pull it. We would use some of our fiberglass greenhouse supports to make a frame over it and would come up with something to cover it so we could haul more stuff to the Valley.
Carrie and Paul went back home to make their own lists and to help Paul's parents. We kept in touch by phone, updating each other on our progress every few days.
One of the first things we had to do was to take stock of our food supplies. We wouldn't be getting to the Valley in time to plant much except hardy greens and cole crops before bad weather. That meant we would need enough food for the trip there and to last until our gardens start producing next summer. By late June we had zucchini, yellow summer squash, cucumbers, green beans, broccoli, green onions, and lettuce coming in. We''d already canned our peas and early greens. We had dried some lamb's quarter and amaranth just to see how they turned out. We thought we could add them to soups or even a pot of beans. The shell beans, okra, tomatoes, bell peppers, cabbage, sweet corn, field corn, and potatoes were not ready and wouldn't be before we had to leave.
A couple of years ago, Linc had built a frame that held 12 pretty good-sized screens. It fit over our wood stove and could hold about a bushel of apples sliced. With a good fire, they dried overnight. It was too hot to have the wood stove going in early July but the men rigged up a metal barrel stove with a rat wire cage over the rack outside for drying food. We needed to dry a lot in a hurry!
We'd dried squash, cucumbers, green beans and green onions but hadn't tried broccoli. My dehydrating book rated the quality as "poor to fair" but we figured we could deal with it. It was either dry it or not have any. We had dried about half of the 15 gallons of strawberries that we'd picked and froze the rest. We decided to take the strawberries, nectarines, blueberries, and bananas we had in the freezer, blend them up and make fruit leathers out of them. Delicious!! We had to do something will all the food in the freezer. We would also be able to take some with us in the refrigerated part of the semi to eat on the trip.
So our days and nights were filled with dehydrating foods, sorting through all our possessions and deciding what to take. Anne and I helped Mom with her things. Daddy was a collector of antiques and family heirlooms. He'd always wanted to open up an antique store when he retired but he'd then he'd gotten sick and wasn't able to do it. He even took Grandma's crocks away and wouldn't let her use them anymore! He was afraid they would get damaged. Everything was carefully stored and going through it all brought back so many memories. We each tried to think through all the things we would be doing in the Valley and list the tools or materials we would need to do that task.
We sold what we could and used the money to buy some things we needed. I had time to make one final co-op order before we had to leave and I made an order to the wholesale herb co-op as well. IF we could get them delivered. We had heard news reports of delivery trucks being hijacked but so far it hadn't happened locally.
We all had bug suits from our summers working in northern Maine except Mom and Loren. I ordered them each one plus a bolt of mosquito netting, a bolt of cheesecloth and a couple of bolts of tulle to keep the cabbage butterflies off the cole crops and the cucumber beetles off the squash and cucumbers, and prayed it would arrive on time. I also ordered Eliminator binocular straps. I've had one for years. It fits over your shoulders and holds the binoculars in place against your chest. It "eliminates" the banging back and forth of binoculars as you walk or climb. I always have my binoculars on when I'm outside gardening or whatever. I have to be ready to look at a bird at a moments notice!
Linc and Lena wanted to try taking some honey bees. I left it up to them to figure out how to do that. I knew that people hauled them from Florida to Maine to pollinate crops so there had to be a way to take them with us.
Gradually things got checked off our lists. I think only adrenalin kept us going but we had a time limit and it was getting closer and closer. Paul had said we needed to be at the Ranch no later than July 15 but we wanted to get there a few days earlier because we would have a lot of packing and arranging to do. The men figured it would take us 3 days driving time to get there.
I kept thinking about all that sweet corn in the gardens that was not going to be ready when we left. Then I had an idea! I went online to
www.pickyourown.org and looked up pyo farms along our route. There was a good possibility that we could get some sweet corn and other vegetables in Kentucky as we passed through and also some blueberries and other vegetables in other states. We decided to add a few of days to our travel time and try for that. Of course, that meant we had to work harder than ever at home. And of course, with things being like they were, who knew if anybody would have anything to sell. The plan was to outfit our wood heating stove with a pipe running out the side of the semi. That way, we could dry the produce at night while we slept. (IRL we had folks on our tree planting crew with stove pipe going out the side of the old school bus they were living in). Hopefully, the folks at the farms would let us prepare the produce there. If not, we would figure something out.
Loren brought the trailer to our place so we could pack. He had packed his clothes, and personal things except for what he would need on the road. Then he concentrated tying up loose ends with his businesses (Christmas tree farm, sawmill, horse boarding stables, saddle & tack shop) and preparing his horses, cow and chickens for the trip and packing what he needed for them. He decided to give his siblings most of his chickens and only bring 6 hens and a rooster.
I really, really wanted to take my piano. It was the only instrument I could play unlike the rest of the family who can play multiple instruments. My dad got it for me when I was 10 years old. I knew it would help me through the long, dark winters. But...it weighs about 800 pounds! Rick said it would probably make the trip OK without serious damage, or at least he would be able to repair anything that was damaged. In the end, I decided to take it to the Ranch at least. If I couldn't get it in a wagon this time, maybe I could get it before winter. The guitars weigh about 10 pounds and the banjo about 15 pounds including their cases.
We picked 14 gallons of cherries and dried them. Our friend, Alex who has a peach/nectarine/apple/Asian pear orchard a couple hours down off the mountain called and said he would only be able to let us have 15 bushels of nectarines this year. That might sound like a lot but we usually get one or two BINS which are 20+ bushels each. We usually put up the 15 and sell the rest to relatives and friends at our cost. We still had a lot canned from previous years so we dried all these. We had kept some 30 gallon heavy plastic barrels that have lids fastened on with metal bands that we used to keep food in when we were traveling around the country planting trees. We also have two gray army boxes that are water-and pest proof that we used for food storage. These would come in handy right now.
When we went off the mountain to pick up our nectarines, we took the opportunity to visit Linc's mom, uncle & aunt, another aunt and his sister. It was a tearful and emotional experience. None of them wanted to go for various reasons. His mom felt like she was too old and had too many health problems to make the trip. His uncle and aunt didn't want to leave their kids and grandkids. His sister and other aunt felt like they needed to stay and take care of Mom. We all knew that we would probably never see each other again and it was gut-wrenching. Linc was torn too as to whether he should go and leave his mom. She tried to reassure him by reminding him that we would all meet again some day in a better land.
Linc's uncle said he had some things we might could use. He dug up a bunch of small blueberry bushes, wrapped the roots in sphagnum moss and burlap. He handed me a 2 gallon pot of some plant I had never seen before.
"What is it?" I asked. It looked vaguely familiar.
"It's yacon!"
"What in the world is yacon?"
"It's a tender plant they grow in the Andes. It makes a big crown and a bunch of tubers like a clump of dahlias. It's really tasty. Next summer, you'll be able to divide the crown and get several plants. Then each plant will make a bunch of tubers for you to eat. They say it needs cool nights".
Linc's aunt handed me a paper about it. It said that one seedling could yield up to 15 pounds of tubers and 5 crowns to plant out the next year.
Uncle E gave Linc several gallons of waterproof wood glue and regular wood glue, and a case of duct tape. (IRL he works for a recyling/garbage place and does this all the time. Has gotten some neat stuff!)
We reluctantly left but wanted to be home before dark. It just wasn't safe to be out after dark on the highways.
Edited by Daylily, 30 March 2010 - 02:05 PM.