Life and Death

It was my first time sleeping in a tent in YEARS! It was chilly out but not unbearable, the cots were nice and we had warm sleeping bags.  Although I had good accomodations, I was not comfortable and I woke up a lot.  My cot was on the slightest incline.  Enough that I slid to the bottom of it repeatedly.  I awoke at 4 am, sure it was time to get up.  I had not been consuming the enormous amounts of coffee that I do in real life, so when I awoke, my head was pounding.  I didn't think I would be able to go back to sleep when I realized it was that early.  Jim gave me a couple Ibuprofin and he proceeded to get up.  He left me alone and I was able to squeeze another hour of sleep in.  I was not happy thinking about having a migraine on THIS day.

Around 6 am, a squirrel woke me up with some incessant chattering.  He must have been sitting outside my tent because it was so loud.  Thankfully my headache was now gone.  I meandered through the trees and went to the cabin to find that Chef was making some breakfast burritoes.  These guys really know how to eat out here!  After eating and getting my caffeine fix, we gathered up our waders and began work right away.

The first order of business was to check the traps and see if any new fish had arrived at the hatchery.  There were two in the trap below the holding tanks so we caught them, sorted them by sex and measured, and checked for various tags and then banded them.  After watching Chef do the first one, it was my turn.  These things were behemouths!! The two we caught were males and boy are they fiesty!  After successfully catching, measuring and checking for tags, the crazy fish slipped out of my hands.  I could tell that this was going to be some work.

Next order of business was to get in the tank with a large gate and crowd all the fish into a smaller space to help sort the ready females from the ready males.  There are two runs, one for males, one for females.  In the end we had 44 females that were ready and more than enough males.

Now it was time to get to work! By now, the rest of the crew had arrived at the hatchery, We had genetics researchers, fish health workers, surveyors, and many other people all there to get in on the action.  They walked us around the pit and explained what was going to happen, assigned everyone to a station and went through the first fish processing slowly so we would get a feel for it.  I was on the egg shuffling station.   The process went a little like this:

1. Take female from holding tank, kill her by conking her on the head with a steel pipe

2. Cut female and allow her to bleed out

3. Hang female, slice and remove eggs into a collander

4. Remove eggs from sac and take to the bucket station and put eggs in clean bucket (my job)

5. Take a male from holding tank, hold and milk the milt (semen) out of him (sort of like milking a cow) onto the eggs in the bucket

6. Add water to the bucket to start fertilization

7.  Wait for 1 min while the eggs are fertilized

8. Kill the male

9. After eggs have sat for one min, water is poured off and eggs placed into transport containers and placed   in an iodine bath

10.  Eggs are placed in a cooler and ready for transport back to the hatchery

Now some of these steps were happening simultaneously and I was able to do most of them.  I cut a female, milked a male, killed him, and did my egg shuffling.

I learned so much about all of this that it was truly an amazing educational experience.  I had no idea that it was as technical as it was, and that things had to be sanitized so much (iodine was used on everything!) There was to be NO cross-contamination of the females eggs, everything was labeled and numbered.  Samples were taken from both males and females for research.  If certain tags were found on any of the fish (coated wire tags in the snout) we had to cut off the snout and it would go back to the lab where it would be dug out and read.  Many of these fish had PIT tags, which are essentially a microchip similar to one a pet owner might have in their dog.  Some of these fish could be traced all the way back to the hatchery they were hatched at.  It is truly an amazing science.  Genetics with this has come so far that they can almost to a certainity trace the exact parantage of these fish. 

To know that these fish travelled for 8 months from the Pacific ocean to spawn and create new life is amazing.  These fish do not eat during this migrating time and the power they still have at the end of the journey is unbelievable.  Some of the fish return with many battle wounds from other fish or sea lions.  During this experience I realized that I knew little to nothing about these great fish, but I walked away with so much knowledge that I can't put a price on it.

After the blood bath, the carnage is documented, and all the fish that were killed will return to the surrounding rivers and streams.  After a fish spawns, they die.  They have no energy left to make the journey back and they have already left their progeny, so their purpose was served.  Since they naturally do not get back to the rivers when spawned manually, the workers take the carcasses and put them in the environment so they can decompose naturally and provide food and nutrients to the other animals and organisms that depend on it for survival.

The eggs at this point must be carefully handled, so after clean up there was no time to hang around, and we took off to the hatchery to deliver the eggs.  I now had a whole new set of questions for our now chef-turned-chauffeur again.  He probably thought we were done asking questions but now I think we had more than we did before we began.  When we got to the hatchery, the eggs were delivered to another person there and the eggs placed in an incubator.  Here the fish would stay for a year and  a half where in the Spring of 2012, the would return to the Powell station and placed down the fish ladder so they can imprint and know where to come in 2,3,or 4 years where they will spawn themselves. 

We took a small tour of the hatchery, and then loaded up to go back to Jim's house.  It was an exhausting day.  I enjoyed my entire time up there but was ready to get home.  I wish I had more time to relax out in the wilderness.  I didn't see any wild game, and I didn't really have much time to relax and just soak in the atmosphere, but I will definatly make some time to do that in the near future.

All in all, it was a wonderful experience and I will never forget it and the people that made it possible.  I felt a kinship with these people that only comes from sharing an experience that is done so for the respect of nature and for the sake of benefiting a species.  It is amazing how at this one place.. life ends for some, and thousands of lives begin.  A place of Life and Death.

Adventureland- day 2

After a restless nights sleep, I got up the next morning and packed my bag for the trip to the hatchery.  I'm always amazed when I drive through Idaho at the diversity of the landscape.  As we left scalding hot White Bird, we drove through Grangeville where my husband grew up.  Everytime we go through there I try to imagine him as a young boy growing up there.  I am always in awe at the vast expanses of farmland and especially all the wheat fields.  I don't believe I had ever seen a wheat field until we moved here and I keep hearing "Amber waves of grain" going through my head and I realize I never knew the honesty of this line until I witnessed it myself.

We had a bit of a goose chase looking for our ride, but when we realized it wasn't the Dworshack hatchery, but the Ahsaka hatchery down the street, we were on our way.  Now, I honestly had no idea what to expect out of this trip, so the entire way up to the station, I picked that poor guy's brain who was instructed to haul us around.  I asked every little thing that came to mind.  He once said he was beginning to think he needed to take some refresher courses so he could better answer the questions we were throwing at him.

Prior to my trip, the manager of the hatchery asked me what I would be interested in doing when we got there and had told me that the huckleberries would be ready to be picked.  Now for those of you who don't know what a huckleberry is, think blueberry, but smaller, but sweeter, and much more rare.  These little bushes are unable to be grown commercially and are sought out by gatherers in great numbers as they fetch a pretty penny on the market.  They are also well-loved by the local bear population.  My husband made it very clear that I was NOT to come home without some.

So berry picking was on the agenda again.  This was perfectly ok with me.  Before we went to the sweet spot, we drove up to an overlook and peered out over Walton Lakes and a view that was spectacular.  Its amazing how refreshing it is out in nature like that.  I could feel it was where I was meant to be.

The berry picking went smoothly, all my chattering with the assistant manager kept bears at bay and I was able to ask more questions.  This guy, Brad, was such an amazing guy.  He lives like I would love to live someday.  The majority of his food comes from the land.  His entertainment is the outdoors.  When I hear how he and his family lives, it makes me wonder how anyone can truly be happy living any other way.

After we gathered our berries we headed back to the cabin and our chauffeur-turned-chef grilled some fantastic steaks and made a wonderful salad.  Then we all gathered around the campfire with the rest of the crew and watched the Perseid meteor shower and various satellites fly by and located various astrological signs and planets.  It was truly refreshing.  Knowing that the morning would come quickly and tomorrow would be a busy day,  we all retreated to our various beds, tents and sleeping bags for the night.  Thankfully the babbling stream outside our tent helped lull me to sleep as I was worried my excitement would keep me up all night.

Hello Salmon, here I come...

The weekend I had been planning for since the spring had finally came.  I had blogged about this trip before and how I was going to "get in shape" to toss some salmon around.  Well that didn't happen...at all, but I wasn't about to pass up this experience.  This weekend was the Chinook Salmon Spawning Experience (and a mini-vacation for me).

My attempt to leave very early on Saturday was sidelined so my hubby could take our dog to a Rattlesnake avoidance class.  It was an educational and rather humorous experience to say the least.  I never thought I would be one who would think seeing dogs getting shocked by a shock collar as funny, but man, some of those dogs put on a show.  Knowing it was something that would potentially keep them safe in the future made it more bearable.  All I know is I don't think Kati will go near a snake anytime soon.

Once I finally hit the road on my way to my father-in-laws house, my excitement grew immensly.  I had no idea what to expect and the stress from home seemed to melt away mile by mile.  I have loved the drive up there since the first time we drove it, but this was the first time I drove it myself.  I actually did quite well  winding along the Payette and Salmon rivers, through tourist-laden McCall, and among the cattle filled meadows. 

We weren't expected at the hatchery until Sunday, but I wanted to go up to Brent's dad's a day earlier so I could do some other things I don't normally get to do when we are up there.  Thankfully I was up there this time at the peak of the blackberry season.  I don't think there is anything I love more than blackberries.. except maybe huckleberries, but more on that later.  Shortly after I arrived, we gathered up our supplies, changed clothes and went on the search of a ripe blackberry patch.  Luckily we didn't have to look long and fell right into a nice patch that eventually yielded us about 3 gallons of ripe blackberries.  Even though we took our snake sticks, we saw no snakes, and after managing to wander my way into a poison ivy patch I remained itch-free.

We drove back to his house and I cleaned up and packaged the berries into the freezer for future use, took a shower, ate dinner and relaxed with my book.  I could already tell that this was going to be an amazing weekend.

to be continued.......

Milestones

It seems every year we are approached with a new set of detours and roadblocks.  Whether it is babies, moving, job loss and changes, it seems every year we were presented with something else.  This year was no different.  The setbacks thrown at us this year were unexpected to say the least, and at first they were very unwelcome. 

I usually see myself as a person who can handle a difficult situation and accomplish whatever is needed to get done and move on.  This time I found it more difficult.  I found myself questioning my roles as a parent, wife, daughter, sister.  I questioned the decisions I have made in my life and wondered if I had made the right decisions along the way.  I wished I had taken different paths at times, I was more emotional than I think I had been in my life. I felt more alone than ever before, farther away from the people that were important to me.

So I decided I needed to try looking at things through rose colored glasses.  Maybe this was going to be better.  Maybe the life we had was toxic, maybe it was sucking the life out of us as a family.  Lots of people said maybe it was a blessing in disguise.  Whatever the case, we needed to make the best of the situation.

So here we are.  After visiting Middleton over the 4th of July, we had our minds made up that this is what we wanted.  We wanted to raise our kids in a little simpler town, with a little less hustle and bustle.  We both grew up in small towns, we both miss the closeness of it.  Meridian was voted many times over for being an "ideal" place to raise a family, but I don't think it was ideal for us.  There was too much competing with the neighbors, and friends.  Not feeling as worthy because our house wasn't the biggest, or that it wasn't ours period. 

Here are just a few things I have already determined that I love about small-town life.

- Ridley's.  I love running to "town" to grab something at the supermarket and recognizing the cashier every time.  It reminds me of the days mom and I would go to Doug's IGA.

-Driving through the neighborhood and having people we don't know and kids we have never seen, wave to us.

-Going to local events and realizing most of these people know each other.

-Horses EVERYWHERE.  All kinds, Quarter, miniature, Mules, English, Western.  The whole town is covered in horses.

-minimal stop lights.  I haven't counted but I don't think there are many, if any, in Middleton.

We have only been here a week and already I feel the stress melting away.  We are mostly moved in, the kids are meeting new friends, we are finding things to do locally instead of running all over the place all the time.  I think it will take some adjusting to and realizing you can't just go to town anytime you feel like it.  But I like that.  I think in the long run it will be a good thing for us.  We all needed a new and fresh start.

The Silver Lining of my Rain Cloud

With all that is going on in life lately, you would think I would have a ton to write about, but instead it is the opposite, I cannot think of what to write.  It's quite possible that lately, not much has been going well and I don't feel like reflecting or bitching about how my life seems to suck lately and things just aren't fair.  Inside I am a screaming two year-old throwing that kind of tantrum that embarasses the parent, the checkout girl, the other patrons and the siblings of the one throwing the tantrum.  I tend to wear my emotions on my shirt sleeve and it's hard to put on the game face.  So yes, I will admit that things aren't so great now, and I don't always cope so well, but, I am trying to take the time to reflect on what is going right in my little chaotic mess of a world and when I look hard enough I can find some good.

Among these would be:
-My 5 children.  They drive me absolutely batty all the time, and I don't realize it all the time.. but snuggling with my oldest watching a movie, having a tickle fest with the second, a sweet kiss from the third, the HILARIOUS things my son says, and the grins and dimples of my precious baby.  There is nothing that compares.
-My husband. All odds against us, we have conquered a lot. I think we make a good team.

-Having a job.  I don't like my job, but like people keep reminding me... at least I have one.
-My family.  They are thousands of miles away, but always there if I need them.
-Being able to experience the awesomeness of this state.  If only we had gotten here a little sooner.
-My friends.  I admit, I have very few people I can call a great friend.  But the few I have managed to keep over the years and miles, are all I really need.
-My health and mind.  I may not be slim and trim, but i'm relatively healthy and thankful I have the ability to use my mind and am able to keep learning every day.

I know some of these are so cliche.  But these are THE things that keep me going daily.  If not for the kids and my husband? What would I be dreaming for?  Why would my desire to keep working matter, who would I be providing for?  I wouldn't be where I am today without my family and Brent's family.  If we weren't in Idaho, we would be in hell #1, Wyoming, or hell #2, Nebraska still.  My friends! They listen to me even if I know they probably don't care, they still listen to me vent.

I like to hope that things will get better soon, that things could always be a heck of a lot worse.  We aren't rich, but are surrounded with other riches that cannot be bought or have a value placed on it.