THE MONTEREY BAY AQUARIUM

We are fortunate to have passes to the Monterey Bay Aquarium for the entire time we are in Monterey!  Last week we had a behind-the-scenes tour of the facility.  The aquarium is housed at the site of the old Hovden Sardine Cannery.

Julie Packard with a model of the proposed aquarium in the 1970's.  The Hovden Cannery is in the background. Photo courtesy of The Monterey Bay Aquarium

The establishment of the aquarium was the idea of several academics from San Jose State University and Stanford’s Hopkins Marine Center in 1970’s.  They, along with Nancy Burnett and Julie Packard recognized a need for ocean education and literacy.  Nancy and Julie appealed to their father David Packard (of Hewlett-Packard) who provided the funding for the aquarium they envisioned.  Today, Julie serves as Executive Director and Vice Chair of the Aquarium's Board of Trustees.  David Packard, in the aquarium’s Policy Statement states, "The purpose of Monterey Bay Aquarium is to provide a facility to expand the public interest in and enjoyment of the marine life and the environment of Monterey Bay and the surrounding areas and shoreline." 

In addition to spectacular displays, the staff at the aquarium conducts research on marine organisms,  rescues and rehabilitates sea otters, and establishes safe seafood educational materials including a iPhone App (Seafood Watch) to educate the public on seafood sustainability.  

  

Kelp

Where in the World is the camouflaged fish?  

 

 

An incredible example of bioluminescence.  The colored areas flash  from top to bottom.

Sand Dollars

Brittle Stars

THE INTERTIDAL

“[...] it is a strange thing that most of the feeling we call religious, most of the mystical outcrying which is one of the most prized and used and desired reactions of our species, is really the understanding and the attempt to say that man is related to the whole thing, related inextricably to all reality, known and unknowable. This is a simple thing to say, but the profound feeling of it made a Jesus, a St. Augustine, a St. Francis, a Roger Bacon, a Charles Darwin, and an Einstein. Each of them in his own tempo and with his own voice discovered and reaffirmed with astonishment the knowledge that all things are one thing and that one thing is all things—plankton, a shimmering phosphorescence on the sea and the spinning planets and an expanding universe, all bound together by the elastic string of time. It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.” --- John Steinbeck, The Log From The Sea Of Cortez

Steinbeck’s words must suffice for this entry.  I will only elaborate to say the tide pool at 6:00 a.m. was a moving experience and, though sore from falling twice, I am blessed to have been part of the tide pool community if just for a brief moment.

The intertidal zone at low low-tide

The same area at a much higher tide

Carefully navigating through the kelp and seagrass.  Shortly after this photograph was taken, I was in the water!  I'm wearing the yellow boots.

Illustrating the difference between a sponge (upper organism) and a colonial tunicate.

Sea anemone.  These are related to a jellyfish.  I chose to stick my finger into the middle of the anemone to feel it close around my finger as if my finger was prey.  The prickling sensation wasn't painful though it felt as if I were the smoother side of velcro and the anemone had the barbs.

The Blob!  We noticed this undulating blob of protoplasm and wondered what it was!

Picking it up, we discovered it was a Sea Hare, a sea slug related to the slugs that frequent gardens, only much bigger, heavier, and with a defensive ink.  If you look closely, you'll see my fingers were stained purple (for my science geeks, I felt like I'd performed a messy Gram Stain!)

THE SALAD BOWL OF THE WORLD

My schedule from Monday through Wednesday—agricultural tour of the Salinas Valley, “East of Eden” film, small group discussion of the film and novel, a lecture on the Populuxe by Dr. Scot Guenter, San Jose State University, a lecture on civil religion and the status seekers of the 1950’s (the time when East of Eden was written but not the time when the novel was set)by Scot Guenter, an introduction to the intertidal by William Gilly of Hopkins Marine Center and one of the Steinbeck Institute directors, a 4:30 a.m. wake-up call and exploration of the intertidal region (at low tide, of course), a lecture on the death and life of Monterey Bay by Steve Polumbi of Hopkins Marine Center, and finally a behind-the-scenes tour of the Monterey Bay Aquarium!  Whew!  Please forgive my laxity in writing.  I’m tired!  A very good tired, but tired nonetheless.

The agricultural tour of Salinas Valley

Our tour began at The Nunes Company, Inc., a family-owned business since the 1930’s that owns all aspects of the production of lettuce, broccoli, celery, asparagus, and more on their greater than 11,000 acres of produce.  We saw the fields being harvested and I was so impressed with the skills required of the harvesters.  This video illustrates the speed at which the iceberg (head) lettuce is cut, trimmed, wrapped in plastic, popped into a box, and the boxes loaded on palettes all while this machine (for lack of a better word) slowly moves towards the harvesters!  There isn’t even time for a sneeze or you’ll get out of sync!  Appreciate your salads!

We saw trucks delivering the palettes to the Nunes packing facility where the product is weighed and checked for quality assurance and cooled to 34^oF.  The refrigerator room was at this same temperature.  The product is distributed from here. 

We learned about the economics of California produce (produce is shipped to all States and 26 countries), the richness of the soil, and, of most interest to me, why this small stretch of land is so fertile.  The Salinas Valley (90 miles long) is boxed-in by mountains and the Salinas River runs west through the valley.  As the sun warms the land, the hotter air from the land rises and moves towards the bay where it is cooled and blown back over the valley and deposited as mist or rain.  I think I have that right.  Any corrections would be appreciated!

Michael and Jamie contemplate lettuce

Celery field

Our agricultural guide was Veryl, a former schoolteacher who was absolutely passionate about agriculture science.  He regaled us with lessons in history, science, geography, economics, and he even picked some celery, lettuce, and strawberries for us to enjoy. 

 

Hmmm...where did THIS strawberry come from?

Gilly, Amber Jensen, and Rebecca Oberg with
legally obtained strawberries!

                                                The Salinas Valley

That same evening, we watched the 1955 film “East of Eden” with James Dean as Cal.  Though the film only covers the last part of the book and several characters were left out entirely, it was well written and acted and wholly enjoyable (yes, I teared up in the end).  After the film, we discussed, among other things, whether or not the character of Kate was treated the same in the film as Steinbeck described her in the novel.  There seemed to be some liberal interpretation of her character (modeled after Steinbeck’s second wife, Gwyn Conger).

I’ll write more of our discussion on East of Eden later.  The Populuxe and intertidal will also have to wait for another day.            

CARMEL AND EAST OF EDEN

Early discussions of East of Eden involved themes of good and evil and the role of brotherhood; family dynamics and rejection; the construction of narratives and the identity of the narrator in East of Eden; redemption, memory and forgiveness; contrasts; and timshel or the idea of a personal sense of choice, of free will.  My group talked about guilt and whether free will exists in its purist sense (how our choices might be tangled by the life we are given or the by the choices made by others). 

In the novel, timshel is translated as thou mayest, not thou shalt as it is translated in the King James Bible.  Both groups’ discussions made their way to a Kate.  We struggled with the end of the novel and Kate’s final act.  Was it just another act of evil?  Did she feel remorse (a human emotion)?  If Kate does show form of humanity, if she is not evil, does Cal really have a choice to make?  More to come…

A blog to anticipate: Susan told us there is a good chance we will be able to visit East of Eden ranch!  Stay tuned!

Sharon and Jamie at Merlot's

Today, Jamie Vermaat and I took the bus into Carmel, roamed the streets, and kept our eyes opened for glimpses of Clint Eastwood (no luck).  We discovered that what really determined whether or not we entered a shop, was the smell emanating from within!  Merlot’s ended up being our destination for lunch and it was such a good choice.  Both of us had a salad that was so fresh it tasted like the earth and three-cheese polenta over fresh (really fresh!) vegetables.  It was so good!  Later we drank coffees and ate cannoli’s made with fresh orange zest in a local park.  How many times can I use the word ‘fresh’ in one blog?!

Three-cheese polenta and fresh veggies!  So good!

A Carmel alley

Jamie, in an alley!

Cannoli's in a Carmel park

Several Steinbeck Institute participants rented a car today and drove north to the redwood forests near Santa Cruz.  We opted to have a guide take us through the old-growth forest in the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park and it was well worth it! Our guide was an engaging storyteller, full of knowledge of the trees and their various adaptations, the legends surrounding the forest, and the efforts to preserve the Coastal Redwoods.  To clarify (because we were confused), Coastal Redwoods are a type of sequoia that grows in a belt along the west coast of the United States (and very near the coast).  They need acidic soil, summer fog (they require 200 gallons of water each day), and a temperate climate.  The biome is a temperate rainforest.  These Coastal Redwoods are the tallest trees in the world.  The tree referred to as the Giant Sequoia (Giant Redwood) is found only on the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.  These are the widest trees in the world.  If you've seen photos of cars driving through tree trunks, the trees are Giant Redwoods.

I am going to let the photos speak for themselves (hmmm… with the exception of the captions I think are necessary)!

This Coastal Redwood was about 2200 years old!

Sharon, Trish, Beccie, Jamie, and Courtney

A forest 'nursery'

My neck hurt taking this photo!

Courtney and Sharon inside a Coastal Redwood (rumored to have sheltered Lt. John Fremont, his fellow Civil War soldiers and their horses!  It was BIG but not that big!) 

A rare albino redwood.  These are genetic offspring of a normal redwood and rely on the 'parent' for nutrition.

 

A banana slug!

The beach at Santa Cruz

Obviously, I am not a Californian!  The beach-goers in the back were in swim suits while I sported a coat and knit hat!

Pelicans flying to their roost on the rock to the right of the photo

THE GRAPES OF WRATH

“I figured about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road.  I figgered, ‘Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus?  Maybe,’ I figgered, ‘maybe it’s all men an’ all women we love; maybe that’s the Holy Sperit—the human sperit—the whole shebang.  Maybe all men got one big soul ever’body’s a part of.’  Now I sat there thinkin’ it, an’ all of a suddent—I knew it.  I new it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.” (The Grapes of Wrath)

We spent Thursday and Friday in discussion of the novel, talking about Steinbeck’s life at the time and the journal he kept (Working Days), Steinbeck’s use of the two great narrative traditions of the 20^th century (the adventure novel and the domestic tradition) in writing The Grapes of Wrath, and the process of publishing the novel (Steinbeck first published “Harvest Gypsies”, a series of objective articles written for The San Francisco News, about the Hoovervilles and the plight of the migrant worker).  Steinbeck Institute participants learned the history of the Dust Bowl through discussion and while watching the 1936 documentary film, “The Plough That Broke The Plains” (though we could not come to a consensus as to the root cause of the environmental, economic, and humanistic disaster).  Our discussions moved from the music of the time to other texts and novels that stand in comparison (e.g. Uncle Tom’s Cabin), from the act of ‘unpacking’ (finding a word/phrase that doesn’t seem to fit as in Steinbeck’s repeated use of forms of the word 'participation') to the intent of the interchapters, from the notion of ‘home’ and ‘family’ to the novel’s relevance to issues of today (e.g. housing foreclosures and immigration reform).  Really, I could go on and on and on…

I began this entry with Casy’s words spoken early in the The Grapes of Wrath.  In these few sentences, to me, is the crux of the novel.  Whether you are talking about the ‘I’ to ‘we’ prevalent throughout the story, the oneness with the land, or the evolution of what the characters view as ‘family’, this “one big soul”, this “human sperit” lies at the heart of the novel. 

I am so lucky to have been able to experience the wisdom (and incredible passion) of Dr. Robert DeMott (Ohio University) and to gather wonderful teaching ideas from Dr. Persis Karim (San Jose State University) and Dr. Mary Adler (California State University Channel Islands).  All of the lectures and discussions had me writing furiously in my journal, as I didn’t want to miss anything they taught us!

We’ve spent a week at this institute and I find that our directors Dr. Susan Shillinglaw (San Jose State University) and Dr. William Gilly (Standford University Hopkins Marine Center) are so well suited to leading this institute and to working with each other.  

In their presence, you immediately feel relaxed.  They are quite capable of getting you to speak your mind and then gently question what you’ve said in an effort to make you really think about your words.  The mark of truly great educators!

Dr. Susan Shillinglaw
(Photo courtesy of San Jose State University website)

Dr. William Gilly
(Photo courtesy of Standford University website)

THE SALINAS VALLEY

Today was one of those days you hate to have come to an end.  Piling into the great white whale of a van, Dr. Susan Shillinglaw (one of our enthusiastic directors) navigated eager Steinbeck students to the Salinas Valley.  We passed fields of strawberries and lettuce and saw farm hands, doubled at the waist, picking and cutting, and then moving on to the next plant.  The sky was blue with “dumpling summer clouds” (The Red Pony) and the air was warm with little wind.

 Our first destination was Red Pony Ranch (Herbert Ranch).  Steinbeck's visits to the ranch, his pony Jill, and a death in the family, were the inspiration for his Red Pony Stories.  Some of the photos I include here have been altered to reflect my own emotions as I kicked up clouds of dust and listened to the barking dogs and lowing cattle.

Looking toward the Gabilans

The Herbert Homestead

Our second stop was The Steinbeck House in Salinas.  It is here Steinbeck was born in 1902 to John E. Steinbeck and Olive Hamilton and where he wrote the stories in The Long Valley.  The home is now a noisy, crowded restaurant, I did not find my visit the emotional experience I was expecting. The structure houses some memorabilia donated by members of Steinbeck’s family and it was interesting to note those personal belongings especially the bed where Steinbeck was born. 

 Walking a few blocks down the street, we arrived at The National Steinbeck Center.   The exhibits are designed around Steinbeck’s novels with interactive displays, personal letters, and memorabilia that put Steinbeck’s novels within an historical framework. 

               

                           

Next stop was the cemetery to pay homage to Steinbeck’s grave.  Also buried here are his parents, an uncle, two sisters, and the Hamilton family that Steinbeck depicted in East of Eden.  I love cemeteries.  Steinbeck’s marker was decorated with pinecones, coins, a medal, and a little volume of ‘thank-you’ notes left by devotees.  I tried to block the noise and presence of everyone out of my head so I could have my moment of alone time at the grave (fellow institute participants, please do not be offended by this).  I know it’s just a memorial, a block of granite, a ‘spot’.  Still, it really meant something to me to be there.

Susan Shillinglaw reads from East of Eden

Our final destination was the setting of Pastures of Heaven.  It was here that Steinbeck visited his Aunt Mollie and pretended the sandstone cliffs were the protective buttresses of a medieval fortress.  He also penned the short story “The Murder” based on an actual murder on the ranch.

Somewhere along the line, photos were deleted (imagine that!).  I regret I do not have more from the Steinbeck House and I somehow missed Olive Hamilton's grave marker.  I will beg photos from other institute participants and submit them later.