

"Awaken people's curiosity. It is enough to open minds; do not overload them. Put there just a spark. If there is some good inflammable stuff, it will catch fire." -Anatole France


Ever wanted to get a taste of what it’s like to work as an intern with a nature-based education organization? Step into my shoes and join the Primitive Pursuits team on this nonstop journey of learning.
The great benefit of this experience is that I instantly became an active participant…..a learner among the kids, a mentor to my peers and to the kids, a leader of program activities, and a contributor to an organization which encourages my input.
Would you love to work with kids in nature, but have never had the opportunity to learn about primitive technology and aidless survival? Have no fear! I was in the same boat when I first started interning with Primitive Pursuits. One of the best aspects of working here is that I am constantly in a state of active learning; I learn by doing. I then put these skills to use in other scenarios, thereby reinforcing them.
In addition to learning primitive skills, I feel that throughout my time here I have learned more life skills such as leadership, teamwork, community building, risk management, and self-awareness than I do in a typical classroom setting. I may be working at a program with other instructors out in the field one day, and the next day I may be in the office working at the computer. Either way, the skills I master will stay with me for the rest of my life because I am putting them to use by observing, doing, and teaching them.
Katie Power grew up in Newtown, Connecticut exploring the woods and creeks near her house. Now a student at Ithaca College studying Outdoor Adventure Leadership, she has continued her love for exploration, seeking out new adventures withinthe woods of Ithaca and surrounding areas.
Today was a day too cold for cameras. It was a day too cold for most electronics, and most people, for that matter. Beginning at 8:30 am somewhere around 0-2 degrees Fahrenheit, and soaring around noon to somewhere close to 20 – I didn’t even bother to bring a camera. So, I sadly have no photos from this day as evidence that it was not too cold for a group of 6 and 7-year olds at Primitive Pursuits. So, below I present to you a couple snapshots of our day.
We started around a huge fire, meeting each other, learning names, talking about the unique adventures and mysteries that a snowy winter day could provide. With snow as our inspiration, we did a tracking game, learning a little about animal foot-patterns and the number of toes that correspond with some of the mammal and bird families
My group (or clan as we sometimes call ourselves) consisted of 8 children, all roughly six or seven. Using only our arms, legs, hands, and heads as tools, we started piling the powdery, grainy snow into a pile. Our goal was to make a pile large enough to hold someone inside. After pushing together piles, the students mastered techniques such as the human bulldozer, and worked together to make the mound larger and larger. The instructors explained that in this cold, you can’t just pack snow and make a snowball. But if you leave a mound like this to set for a while, it will harden and you can then tunnel into it to create a snow shelter. Sure enough, at the end of the afternoon, it was firm enough that several of the students worked on burrowing into it to create an entrance.
As we walked through the woods, a couple kids showed particular interest in the tracks made in the snow. One boy had even brought his own tracking book. He would look up his best guesses, and ask me questions to guess at the measurements. I in turn would ask him questions to get him thinking of other possibilities. He was so excited about finding out who his animal neighbors were – and later when I pointed out another familiar set and asked, “Hey Perrin, who’s this one?” he was proud to be able to show the mouse trail to his clan-mates.
We decided it would be a fun experiment to try to build our camp fire on ice, since the day’s theme was called “Fire & Ice.” We explored a swampy area around the hemlock woods, and the kids settled on a spot that had cool patches of smooth black ice, and a nice hemlock tree with broken-off branches that was perfect for hanging our backpacks. Together we made small log benches to sit on up off the ice, and built our fire together, learning safe ways to add wood to the fire, how to respect fire, and how to choose dry firewood.
After lunch, we played a game where the kids were squirrels, seeking out their last winter food cache. However, the Great-Horned Owl in the woods was about, hungry from building up her nest and preparing to incubate her eggs. As the squirrels searched for their food, the Owl could either tag them, or be distracted if presented with a really nice “wispy,” - a thin, fine twig (perfect for starting a match fire, if collected in a bundle). This game led to lots of running, hiding, and chatter – and eventually to a cache of hot cocoa, which we cooked on our fire.
In the afternoon, we met up with the other clan to play an epic game – a favorite Primitive Pursuits tradition. This one involved building up two fires and then protecting them from the opposing team trying to throw snow at the fire.
Here is one last snapshot I want to leave with you - and it is also what I carry away from my day with the most joy. One Primitive Pursuits routine is to take some time each day to feel thankful. Today we closed our day to mittens clapping to our “thank you” song, where anyone is invited to say a word of what they are thankful for from the day. Our collected words of thanks were: snow, fire, ice, games, sticks, trees, hickory nuts - to name just a few. Usually once this song begins, it starts a gratitude avalanche, and we need to stop just because somewhere (just beyond the woods) there are parents ready to pick up their kids, and probably wondering if they survived the coldest day of the year.
So I close here with my last thank you – to all you parents for supporting us in the work that we do, for taking the time to pack extra socks and mittens (we used them!)and for giving us this great blessing of being out there with your children.
The American chestnut might have been the greatest tree to ever live on this earth. It lived up and down the Appalachian range and throughout New York State (excluding the Adirondacks). The chestnuts of the old days grew to over 150 feet tall; they were called the “redwoods of the east.” Great pillars of life, these trees were highly valued for their wood and enormous crops of chestnuts.
Chestnut wood is rot resistant, light, and easy to work. It was used for everything from building barns and houses to fence posts and furniture. The nuts were another story. Not only did they benefit humans, entire populations of animals came to rely on the dependable annual crops. It was said that in an old grove of American chestnuts the forest floor would be ‘knee deep in nuts’ every fall. I did not believe this until I saw a photograph of two loggers standing in front of one of these giant trees. It is hard to believe that they were not redwoods or sequoias.
In old time Appalachia selling chestnuts was a guaranteed income bonus every autumn. The streets of New York City were busy roasting and selling the nuts. Everything changed suddenly- in the early 1900s the trees started dying. People watched in horror and astonishment as four billion trees died in a 20 year span. A disease called chestnut blight accidentally introduced from China spread like a fire that could not be put out. Lumbermen salvage logged every chestnut tree they could, ignoring the possible presence of disease resistant trees.
No one gathered nuts for roasting. Countless turkeys, deer, bears, raccoons, squirrels, crows, etc. were devastated. Huge white tree skeletons stood from Maine to Georgia. Chestnut had been the dominant tree of Appalachia, in the heart of its range, comprising 70% of the forest. The loss of the American chestnut tree is considered by many biologists to be the biggest ecological catastrophe in human history.
Many people gathered any seeds they could find and began the great breeding project that continues today. Disease resistant trees became the holy grail of American chestnut growers. Some cross-bred American and Chinese chestnuts to create this tree, while others focused on pure American species. People have been trying everything imaginable to save this tree, including radiating nuts and genetic engineering. To this day a chestnut tree that is immune to the blight and is able to reach the forest canopy is still being sought after. Growing American chestnuts takes place at research stations, in our local wild forests, and in backyards.
I recently planted 18 American hybrid chestnuts on my land in Spencer and 25 with a group of kids at 4-H acres with Primitive Pursuits. The money to buy the trees came from donations acquired through the monthly tree walks I lead and from Primitive Pursuits families. The next walk is on May 9th at 2 pm at Lindsay Parsons Biodiversity Preserve in West Danby. You can come for free or make a $5 donation toward American chestnut restoration. The walks cover tree identification, natural history, edible plants, and survival uses of trees and plants.
Akiva Silver can be reached by email at akivasilver@yahoo.com