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On Saturday, March 24ths, 2012 I left the wonderful little island of San Juan. I’ve been here over three months!

When I first arrived here there were still leaves on some of the trees, but I couldn’t tell you the names of any of them. The pump house archway wasn’t yet mudded and the windows were also bare. The cob house had only a small section of floor, some straw insulation in the living room ceiling and many more holes to the brisk outdoors. I didn’t know how to change the bit in a drill, or the blade in a saw, let alone scribe a wood to stone line.

Now as I get ready to move on new spring buds are opening around me and I can tell you the common and scientific names of many of them. The pump house is fully mudded and just waiting for some warm spring days to help it dry, and the cob house has a floor you can walk on and a ceiling that is fully insulated! And I have figured out how to change that gosh darn sawzall blade and a few other tricks of the trade. Of course I still have much to learn as I think I recently tried to cut through copper with a wood blade and definitely continue to make other silly mistakes. But Ryan has been a patient and willing teacher and I am incredibly grateful.

These are just some of the more tangible things I have learned. There are countless more subtle ideas and processes I have picked up as well, many of which I may not yet be aware of but I am sure will influence me as I continue on my journey.

While I have been on this island I have also played and listened to more music then I have in a long time. Weekly contra dances with an open band plus a weekly Irish session hosted by Art L. on his wonderful schooner have helped improve my ability to pick up tunes by ear. The jams I have possibly enjoyed the most though have been with Ryan and Ian and Chuck, where 90% of what I am doing is listening because the songs are ones that I do not know, and when I actually play it is often quite technically simple and meant to just support the other musicians. I thank the islanders for letting me be a part of this wonderful music scene for the months I have been here. And a special thanks to Cori who played a big part in making me feel welcome in the contra scene here and was always eager to sit down and help me figure out a tune phrase by phrase. All in all I have been re inspired to find groups to play with regularly back east in order to continue to develop my ear and expand my repertoire of tunes.

As I leave this island I realize that I have created a lovely community for myself here that I am quite sad to leave. A goodbye/equinox party on wednesday night left me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as we all sat around a fire on the beach roasting marshmallows and telling stories past midnight. And it seems I am leavings just as the season of bonfires begins.

Another highlight of my time on the island has been the friendship I have developed with Alan Boyne. He is like another grandparent to me or like that professor who takes a lucky student or two under their wing that I always wished I had at Cornell. We have enjoyed weekly contra dances together, frequent dinners at the Cask and Schooner, and shared some music as well. Our time is always filled with insightful conversations often having to do with right versus left brain thinking and trying to better figure out why things don’t always turn out quite as well as they should.

More recently I befriended another older man, Michael J Cohen, who is the caller at the Monday night contra dances and a folk musician himself. But when I found myself sharing a dinner with him at Cask and Schooner one evening before the Irish Session, I realized, of course, that he was much more than just the caller. I found out that he founded the Audubon Expedition Institute, which no longer exists in the form it used to, but is a program that I had heard of and have been intrigued by every time it came across my path for the last couple years. The individuals I have run into who were part of this program (that ran out of Lesley University in Massachusetts) were all now working in fields deeply connected with the outdoors and seemed to be dynamic, engaged individuals with values and backgrounds that resonated with me. So I got quite excited when I realized I had unknowingly stumbled into dinner with the founder of this program.

I learned  from Mike that the Audubon Expedition Institute no longer exists but that he had streamlined the institute, which is based in teachings of eco psychology, and had created a much more financially accesible program that people can do on their own, in their own backyard, with guidance from a few books and an online support group. And so I walked out of dinner that night with all the needed “text books” and decided why not enroll in the $100 intro course that I could complete in about 11 weeks from anywhere in the world. It seems that all I have to do is be willing to do a few activities each week out in some small patch of nature and write about them. I have just started the course and don’t yet have to much to say about it but it seemed like the universe was putting this opportunity right under my nose and making it pretty hard to refuse, so I will let you know how it goes!

All in all, my time here on the island has been great. I feel I have finally, truly embarked on my journey as a natural builder and have found an important mentor for me in this field. But perhaps more importantly, I found a community here on the island of truly good people. This place has a small town feel that took a little while to get comfortable in but three months here has been just enough time to give me a taste of the good stuff that keeps people coming back here. People here take care of and show up for each other in a way that you don’t see so much in a city. It is quite beautiful to experience and can’t quite be explained in words. As I sat around another spring equinox bonfire my last night here I felt my eyes tear up. I will definitely have to return one day to this wonderful little island.

I am sad to leave and am also excited to go home in a month and have an opportunity to start applying what I have learned on my own small projects. But before I go home I return to Seattle for a few days to say goodbye to Penny, and then will take a 2 week detour into Canada to Lasqueti Island where I will learn from another natural builder, Mark Young. In my mind, the more teachers I have the better as I develop my own skills and style. And so my journey continues…. Wish me luck!


My travel luck seems to be continuing. My bus from Seattle to Anacortes, where the ferry’s leave the mainland for the San Juan Islands, got to the dock just minutes before the 2:40pm ferry left. Had I missed it I would have had to wait until 4:30 for the next ferry, which would not have been the end of the world but given that I was filled with excited anticipation it felt good to make the earlier boat and be on my way.

I quickly camped myself at the very front of the boat where I could stand in the wind, looking eagerly out over the beautiful water at what lay ahead; a much anticipated opportunity to work one on one with a skilled natural builder.  I had heard lots from Peter about Ryan and his cob house that he has been building on his own for the last three years, but now I am finally going to get to meet Ryan and see and work along side him on this house!

A beautiful afternoon on the ferry from the mainland to the islands

The ferry ride over was beautiful. Islands dotted the horizon in front of me, the sun was out and the water was blue. A seal poked its head out and said hello, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of dorsal fins disappear under the water.

As a lone traveler it has always been easy for me to make friends on my travels. On the bus ride over to the port I met a man who was on his second sail around the world! He had gone to University in Binghamton, NY, not too far from Ithaca but had gone to the virgin islands after graduating and had ended up staying 6 months longer then he intended, learned to build boats, and has been doing that ever since.

On the ferry ride over I talked with a woman who was a holistic veterinarian. She was headed to the islands to learn from and film this woman who works with horses, developing an equal partnership with them rather than having a domineering relationship over them. I love hearing the stories of people I meet while traveling.

Upon arriving at Friday Harbor I sling one back pack on my back an the other on my front and head out to meet Ryan. There he is waiting for me right at the top of the ramp, with unmistakable shoulder length blond hair. This is our first actual meeting, although we have exchanged e mails and skyped a bit, but we give each other of hug hello and my adventure on the islands has begun!

The first evening we drove around the island a bit and went on a short hike near and old limestone mine. The views are breathtaking and conversation is easy. My first lesson in plants begins with learning about the beautiful Madrona tree that has an unmistakable red-purple bark that contrasts with vibrant yellow wood. Apparently this tree has the ability to photosynthesize through its wood so it often purposely sheds its bark where the sun is hitting it to make use of the light. So cool!

Rocky outcroppings right in front of the beach house.

He treats me to dinner and then after running a few errands we head to his parents beach house. The approach to the house is long and windy but then we arrive. The house is sitting just a couple hundred feet from the water, with huge glass windows that face southwest. The waves crash on rock outcroppings and you can hear the wind blow through the open fields.

Over the course of the week I  learn that much of the grasses growing around the house are not native. There is also a Himalayan Blackberry that seems to be aggressively taking over, and although the berry’s are yummy, the thorns are vicious and they choke out all other plants. Ryan has been working to cut back some of these Himalayan Blackberry bushes and give some of the native species a competitive advantage. The native species include a type of rose and a shrub called snow berry.

The view from the beach house porch.

After calling it a night I retire to my loft that will be my home while I stay here. It is a nice big open loft from which I can see right out the big windows to the ocean. I wonder if I will be able to sleep as I am so excited to see the cob structures the next day!

Indeed I find myself awake at 4am with anticipation. I manage to fall back into a light sleep but am up as soon as I hear Ryan moving about downstairs at about 6:30, before the sun has even risen.

So we are up before sunrise, drinking tea and making eggs with some beans a cheese for breakfast. We eat a relaxed breakfast, pack some lunch and are on our way out the door by about 8:30 or so.

First stop is GD cat. I soon learn that Ryan is responsible for taking care of his parents cat, who stays at their town house (which I am thankful for as I am allergic to cats).  This means each day begins and ends with a stop at the town house to feed the cat and let it in or out. The abbreviation, GD, stands for a not so affectionate term that Ryan occasionally uses when the cat is being particularly difficult.

Then we are off to The Pump House. The pump house is exactly that, a cob pump house that Ryan is building for someone on the island whose old pump house had partially burned down. When we pull into the driveway I am amazed to see an almost finished, adorable little round structure with a cedar shingle roof on it that makes me think of an owl’s wings. Yes, something about the structure makes me think that it is just going to lift off and fly away! It is absolutely wonderful.

The pump house from the front.

Ryan begins with a bit of an orientation to the site, the project, where he is at and what he has left to do. He points out to me the little stone borders he has used to create walkways, reminders to himself

and others to stay on the path and minimize impact to the area. He shows me how he decided to build the pump house right on top of the water tank, which already had a cement top, there giving him a pre-made floor and preventing him from having to create much more disturbance to the site. Then we get down to business and do a bit of cobbing, just adding a few more inches around the windows and the door. You can’t put too much on at a time without giving the cob time to dry because the wall will slump with all the weight. Because Ryan is pretty far along now he likes to do just a little bit of actual cob work each day, sealing up holes around windows, doors, and ceilings, and doing finishing work.

The pump house from the back.

Now it is off to the “Mud Hut,” or the real cob house that I am SO excited to see. After a short drive we are there. Before we pull into the driveway Ryan asks me if I can see the house. I look, but all I see is woods. This is what he hopes for as he wants his houses to blend into the landscape. Then we pull into the driveway and walk down a short little windy path, also bordered by stones. And there it is! Tucked back into the hill, an adorable little cottage!


Although it is not quite finished it is beautiful, with a living roof, earth bermed in the back, and as inviting as any little cottage in the woods I have ever seen. As I enter the house there is a large blue stone inset into some beautiful sunburst woodwork in the floor – quite impressive. On the right is what will be the kitchen area, with a water and electrical line already coming in, and a large wood stove that Ryan obtained for free from someone

Approaching the cob house from the path.

replaces theirs. Then in the right back is what will be the bedroom; a kind of raised loft with a partial wall. This structure wraps around a little atrium that Ryan calls the tree room; a little out door room with a tree standing in the middle. He thinks the tree will have to be cut but he may put a little table and an outdoor hearth there. From a separate entrance a root cellar wraps around the back of the structure helping create an air barrier between the cob structure and the living roof that becomes the hill. Lastly, the roof extends a bit on one side giving Ryan a bit of a covered shed where he can store stacked wood and other things.

The cob house from the front, in all it's glory.

But before I go too much into the building itself I must tell you that Ryan spent three months on the land just deciding where to site it. He wanted the building to blend in and he wanted to create as little additional disturbance as possible. He tells me how he knew the site had been quite disturbed previously from looking at the soil horizons, the plants that are growing, and some of the clearly chain sawed stumps that are around. Ryan also has an amazing ability to see and anticipate succession. He points out a few pines that he says aren’t very happy and are probably on their way out. Also there are a few deciduous that he anticipates will be shaded out soon by the Douglas Firs  that dominate the island. He explains how the fact that the trees are rather small and still growing quite close together means that it is a young forest in which it is basically a free for all race to see who can survive. But as the forest matures it will thin out and probably lose some of its diversity in trees as early transitional species get shaded out and die.

All of this is fascinating to me and as the week goes on I find that I will be learning lots about not just cob, woodworking, and building, but also plants and ecosystems. By the end of the first week I am learning to be able to tell the difference between a Douglas Fir, Grand Fir, and Pine up close and even at a distance as we drive by. Ryan is also really good at identifying what kind of tree a piece of driftwood came from – that one is more difficult for me.

Working on the mud hut and pump house is slow and steady work, but it feels like it is

Sunburst woodwork in the floor. I can't wait to see what it looks like when it is sanded, stained, and varnished!

feeding my soul. I like the rhythm of our days a lot. We go to bed early and get up before the sun rises. We eat a big breakfast, take a lunch break and eat yummy dinners. Each day we probably do a bit of cob mixing (two buckets of sand mixed with a bucket of wet clay, add more of each to taste and then some straw. All mixed with your feet of course.) and a bit of cob laying on one part or another of the wall. Right now the priority is to try and get all the holes filled before winter really sets in we have been working on getting windows how we want them and installing them. Ryan is a perfectionist who values craftsmanship so we work carefully, seeing how each modification to the window framing and the cob affects the light, the aesthetics of the window etc. At the end of each day we try to do a reflection, noting everything that we did that day and giving ourselves a pat on the back for our hard work. We also seem to work really well together, bouncing ideas off each other and trouble shooting together. I find myself not wanting to stop and we often work past sundown.

All in all it has been a fabulous week. I am a bit sad to leave honestly and excited that I will be coming back after the holidays. The first week, which was meant to be sort of a trial week, has been a huge success. Maybe I could do this for a living….!

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