{"id":512,"date":"2009-10-10T14:50:56","date_gmt":"2009-10-10T22:50:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=512"},"modified":"2009-10-12T01:05:25","modified_gmt":"2009-10-12T09:05:25","slug":"apples-ho","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=512","title":{"rendered":"Apples, ho!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/sailboatatshaw.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" alt=\"[IMAGE] anchored at Shaw\" \/><\/p>\n<p><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;click to listen:<\/font><br \/>\n<a href=\"\/RealAudio\/WaterVoyageclip.mp3\" style=\"text-decoration:none\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/WaterVoyagepg1.html\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/moregn.jpg\"\/><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;about the music<\/font><\/a><\/p>\n<p><i><font color=#346513>Fruits of a water crossing.<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n<p>A few days ago, we got a last minute call from a pal to join him with a few other island friends on his 46&#8242; sailing ketch&#8230;<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/goingout.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"381\" alt=\"[IMAGE] headed to Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\n&#8230; to go apple picking.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nNow, most folks don&#8217;t take a sailboat to an orchard, but this ain&#8217;t most places. By noon we were underway the very short distance to Shaw Island, a place of serenity, fruit, and remarkably clear water.<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/rocksinwater.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" alt=\"[IMAGE] water at Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nAfter anchoring in a little bay, we loaded the rowboat with empty bins and, thinking ahead, a large hand truck (not standard equipment on either a sailboat nor a dinghy), and oared to shore over lovely clear jellies floating atop the eel grass.<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/jelliesineelgrass.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"330\" alt=\"[IMAGE] jellies at Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nThe Shaw Invasion had begun (the jellyfish were shaking in fear, I&#8217;m certain). Climbing up from the beach, we walked down a rural path about a hundred yards until we found ourselves in the middle of an apple orchard, and wasted no time determining which of the bright red orbs were worth plundering.<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/apples.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" alt=\"[IMAGE] apples at Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nThe answer turned out to be, &#8220;quite a lot of them.&#8221;<br \/>\n<br \/>\nHauling our winnings back to shore, we realized that we could add more than enough fiber to the diet of a small nation with the number of apples we had in tow.<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/shawroad.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" alt=\"[IMAGE] road on Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nIt took a few strong shoves to get the overladen rowing dingy out to sea again, there were so many pounds of fruit.<br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/applesaboard.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"533\" alt=\"[IMAGE] back from Shaw\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nAt this point in the story I should be showing you a beautiful photo from my kitchen of the incredible delicacies I created from this windfall. Instead, I admit that since returning to shore that afternoon, life was too busy for me to learn how to cook or bake (someday, someday!), and instead I&#8217;ve enjoyed the apples one raw bite at a time. This was my very first time apple picking, in fact: growing up in Manhattan, I used to think that they came prepackaged under a cellophane window on styrofoam in polite groups of six. I had never before seen apples in their natural habitat. The whole Newton\/gravity thing finally came alive for this aged school girl when she saw what happens when you shake a ripe tree. Apple-ied physics!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;click to listen: &#8230;about the music Fruits of a water crossing. A few days ago, we got a last minute call from a pal to join him with a few other island friends on his 46&#8242; sailing ketch&#8230; &#8230; to go apple picking. Now, most folks don&#8217;t take a sailboat to an orchard, but this [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-512","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=512"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":514,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/512\/revisions\/514"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}