The great camping adventure

first_img Sitting in a yurt with sweat pouring down my face and sugar ants parading across my feet was not exactly the peaceful, relaxing weekend I had planned with Mother Nature.The scenic “shortcut” that I had taken along Potato Creek to High Falls had only added an hour and a half to the journey.I stepped out of the car into the South Georgia sauna and dog paddled my way through the humidity to the yurt, opened the flaps and both doors and begged a breeze to enter. Published 10:32 pm Friday, September 4, 2009 I didn’t know why Mama was saying all that stuff. She’d said I wasn’t afraid of the ol’ devil himself, so why would she think I’d be afraid of sleeping out in the backyard.Our tent was “pitched” over an old wooden table that we turned upside down. We draped a sheet over the four upturned legs and put down feather pillows to sleep on.We built a fire and cooked hotdogs and then crawled inside our tent to tell ghost stories about Blood Bones and other mean, scary things. After a while, we got sleepy. Julia Faye put her head at one end and I put mine at the other.In the stillness and the quiet, we could hear the night sounds. But the croaking of the frogs that sounded so merry through the screen window of my bedroom then sounded rather menacing. The ol’ hoot owl made a dark, scary noise, the crickets and katydids jeered and the ol’ hound dogs howled. Plans underway for historic Pike County celebration The Penny Hoarder Issues “Urgent” Alert: 6 Companies… By Jaine Treadwell Around the WebMd: Do This Immediately if You Have Acid Reflux (Watch Now)Healthy LifestyleIf You Have Ringing Ears Do This Immediately (Ends Tinnitus)Healthier LivingHave an Enlarged Prostate? Urologist Reveals: Do This Immediately (Watch)Healthier LivingWomen Only: Stretch This Muscle to Stop Bladder Leakage (Watch)Healthier LivingRemoving Moles & Skin Tags Has Never Been This EasyEssential HealthRemember Them? 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We were blood brothers.Back then, really good friends would cut their thumbs with a Tuf-Nut knife and press the bleeding thumbs together and become blood brothers and be friends forever.The air cooled in the early morning hours and we woke to a bright sunrise and the singing of birds.That remembrance lulled me to sleep on that hot, miserable Georgia summer night.And just as the wee hours of the morning had brought cooling and comfort when I was brave little girl, they also did to the High Falls yurt.The state park offered much in the form of outdoor entertainment – magnificent hiking trails, a beautiful lake for boating and fishing, swimming and putt-putt golf and, thankfully, a cool afternoon breeze.Nearby, there were several mom and pop eateries, country markets and roadside stands. All in all, it was a fun place to be.The next night, Mother Nature was kind.A soft shower of rain and a gentle breeze “air conditioned” the great outdoors.Miles away from Tommy Edison’s invention, thousands upon thousands of stars twinkled in the night sky. It was an amazing thing. My thoughts drifted back again.When I was knee high to a grasshopper, as my granny would say, my blood brothers and I would go out in the pasture, lie in the grass and watch the stars “come up.”Usually, at full darkness, the realization of how small we were in the big, dark world would cause us to jump up and run home to our mamas.It had been decades since I’d gazed at the stars from the vantage point of pasture grass.There was a sudden longing so I grabbed a blanket, went out into the darkness and spread the blanket on the hillside above the lake.And right there right by myself, I gazed up at the stars.What an amazing sight and what an awesome feeling to realize again how small I am in God’s great, vast universe.It was a lonely feeling, too, being left only with memories of the blood brothers who were once there with me … If only I could have run home to Mama. Remember America’s heroes on Memorial Day Latest Stories Pike County Sheriff’s Office offering community child ID kits By The Penny Hoarder Troy falls to No. 13 Clemson The great camping adventure The fastest way to get morning to come is to sleep. So, I slipped into a pair of shorty pajamas — the closest I could get to sleeping in nothing – and tried to go to sleep.Lying there sweating, itching and watching the ceiling fan try to cut its way through the hot, heavy, humid air, I thought of my grandson’s motto — If it ain’t an adventure, it ain’t worth doin’. This was an adventure.Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, my thoughts drifted back to my first campout adventure. Mama reluctantly agreed for “me and Julia Faye” to camp out in our backyard. “But you’ll have to be brave little girls,” she said. “You’ll have to stay out there all night.”last_img read more

Production of extracellular hydrolase enzymes by fungi from King George Island

first_imgFungi are known to produce a range of extracellular enzymes and other secondary metabolites. Investment in extracellular enzyme production may be an important element of the survival strategy of these fungi in maritime Antarctic soils. This study focuses on fungi that were isolated from ornithogenic, undisturbed and human-impacted soils collected from the Fildes Peninsula, King George Island, Antarctica, during the austral summer in February 2007. We (1) describe fungal diversity based on molecular approaches, (2) describe the thermal characteristics of the fungal isolates, and (3) screen extracellular hydrolase enzyme production (amylase and cellulase) by the isolates. Soil samples were cultured using the Warcup soil plating technique and incubated at 4 and 25 °C to allow basic thermal classification. In total, 101 isolates were obtained. All the isolates were screened at culture temperatures of 4 and 25 °C in order to detect activity of extracellular hydrolase enzymes. At 25 °C, ornithogenic penguin rookery soils recorded the lowest diversity of fungi, with little difference in diversity apparent between the other soils examined. At 4 °C, an undisturbed site recorded the lowest and a human-impacted site the highest diversity of fungi. The majority of the fungi identified in this study were in the mesophilic thermal class. Six strains possessed significant activity for amylase and 13 for cellulase at 25 °C. At 4 °C, four strains showed significant amylase and 22 significant cellulase activity. The data presented increase our understanding of microbial responses to environmental temperaturelast_img read more