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Friday, February 13, 2015

"I'ts not easy being green..."

Wherever have they been during all the hot dry days of summer and the cold of winter?!!  But here they are; back again, singing in the night. Night falls and first tentatively, then in earnest the frog chorus begins.  These are tiny Pacific Tree frogs – but they produce the sound of a brass band!  We do have other species in our locale – in deep cold ponds we have bullfrogs, and in ponds and streams there are spotted frogs and red legged frogs.  
Pacific Tree Frog
Most of us have a positive good feeling about frogs– whether we learned of them from Kermit on Sesame Street or what we remember from high school biology.  Maybe you were lucky enough to grow up with frogs living nearby in a pond. I associate frogs with the warm days of spring and summer – I think of them as fascinating but secretive little fellows.

Kermit the frog!  Hear his sing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpiIWMWWVco

First lets get a couple of things straight:

1.  Frogs and Toads are entirely different species.  Frogs are adapted to spend their life in and close to water. Toads are adapted to live on land…but they need moist settings.  They both must lay eggs in a similar manner in water.

Pacific Toad

2.  Handling frogs or toads will not give you warts.  When you pick one up they are not coated with mucous like a fish; their skin is leathery and wet…They feel cold because they are ectothermic– meaning that they take on the temperature of their surroundings– heat is not generated within their body by metaboolism.  Being an endotherm like us takes a lot of work to eat enough more to generate all the heat that we need to stay warm.

3.  Kissing a frog does not produce a prince – (or princess) – interesting thought though.
"Yes he did turn into a prince - but there were complications"

When I taught Biology, it was traditional every year to receive big sealed buckets of dead frogs stored in formaldehyde, The smell was so strong that it burned the nostrils!  I stored my frogs in fresh water for a day to remove some of the smell.  The organ systems of the frog are similar to those in the human and after studying human biology; it was fascinating for students to dissect the frog and see the same organs arranged in a complete organism.
Frog organs

There are significant differences –mostly in scale and size.  The frog heart has only 3 chambers – not four like ours, which results in a less efficient transfer of oxygen throughout the body. (In addition the frog  gains most of his or her oxygen directly from the water through their skin). They have a big long stomach, 3 lobes to their liver, 2 lungs, underneath the small intestines a small long ribbon-like pancreas, gall balder, urinary bladder, and reproductive organs.  The unlucky students who received a female find them loaded with eggs (unlucky because it was a lot of work to remove them).

Frog eggs - after they are released in water -

  The mouth of the frog had an opening to the glottis that leads to the lungs; there are also openings to the vocal sacs, which permit air to vibrate the vocal apparatus to produce the famous “ ribbit” sound… Since frogs have no diaphragm to breath they have to inflate the mouth sac (bottom of jaw) and force air into the lungs through the glottis.  Its even possible to study  the regions of the brain if you are a good surgeon and can cut  carefully through the bone… (I know some of you are my ex-students – does this bring back memories?)  http://www.biologycorner.com/worksheets/frog_alternative.html

Spotted Frog
So now when I hear my little Pacific tree frog friends I can visualize all of these systems doing just what they are supposed to do to lead to a happy healthy frog singing through the night

Frogs are also the “Canary in the coal mine” so to speak – Large numbers of highly abnormal frogs are being recently found – especially in polluted water – particularly in water polluted with vast amounts of plastic pollution.  A scientist in his laboratory was studying the effects of sex hormones on organisms… He had the apparatus set up and returned to do the experiment. 


Mutant frog
He checked his pure solutions one more time before the test and discovered that one was polluted with a female sex hormone – Impossible he said – this was pure when I set it us… through tests he established that water in contact with his plastic tubing had gained a chemical that mimics the hormone effect.  Think of a swamp with plastic bags and bottles contaminating the water. http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/plastic-not-fantastic-with-bisphenol-a/ Other chemicals also have mutagen (mutation causing) effects. These effects are most noted in frogs that live in the water with constant exposure – but what about us exposed to plastics and other contaminants – there is more research to be done.
Bull frog
It is also somewhat a mystery why whole population of frogs are dying due to a bacterial or fungal disease – worldwide.  http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/extinction-countdown/2013/05/23/amphibians-declining-alarming/ Is this due to a ‘new’ transplanted disease organism?  Is it due to something weakening the frogs and making them more susceptible?  Can we learn from populations that remain healthy?  Troubling mystery!
Spring P{eeper



Last summer I spoke to a frog researcher in Tuolumne meadows from UC Berkeley.  She had studies several species living in high mountain lakes that are frozen solid for several months each year.  Those high mountain frogs, she said, appeared healthy.  Possibly due to their isolation and to their long breeding cycle that could require more than one year.








Friday, February 6, 2015

Hitchhiking - Part 2

I feel like the Hobbit who returned from his adventures to sit in his comfortable Hobbit-home and recall the adventures of his younger days… For me, my early travels provided me with perspective and an ability to deal with "whatever came up".…And this was served me my life long.


The Hobbit
I am like the Australians I met; who said that many of their young people go out on an extended once in a life time  “walk about” early in life and them settle down at home for the rest of their lives. Now I am quite content with smaller travels every year or two, just to add a bit of  ‘spice’ to our lives...but I can never be content with the 'usual tours'... Fortunately I married a woman who also enjoys the challenge of occasional good travel experiences.

---  Back to my hitchhiking days... Part 2


The Amphitheater in Delphi - site of presentations of classic Greek dramas
Greece was magnificent! The ancient and the modern blended quite harmoniously.   The land itself is beautiful – the mountains in the north, the broad green planes, and the warm Mediterranean Sea  (it is so blue that it looks like dye).  Athens is a large but navigable city. The hostel there was jovial and alive. In the hostel I met two Canadian women with whom I travelled for some time, making forays to surrounding sites and villagers…visiting such sites as  Olympus, Delphi, and Crete.

This is where the famous oracle of Delpi was housed
Southern Greece, the Peloponnesus, was beautiful but more rural.  I stayed one night in a small village hotel, and woke in the cool fall morning air, hefted my pack onto my back, started walking south, hoping to find a place to sell me breakfast. There was no traffic so I walked…

Before long I passed a small farm with a simple stone hut near the road.  The family was cooking breakfast over an outdoor fire. When they saw on – one of the teen-age boys came over to me and gently took my arm and pulled me off the road toward the family – where they invited me to eat with them.  
Not the exact house - but very similar style
We sat at a rough pine table in the hut and had a memorable breakfast of fried eggs, thick slabs of fresh Greek bread, olives, white goat cheese, and glasses of the pine rosin flavored wine (Retsina)  produced locally.  We couldn't share a word in common but we laughed and both spoke our own language.  On the wall was a magazine picture of a Massey Ferguson Tractor (that they wished for) – and I went to the wall and read them the words in English to their amusement and delight… they sent me on down the road with bread and cheese and olives.  Those people have no idea how their act of generosity has stayed with me my whole life.  All I can do is repay the kindness to another person in the great pool of humanity to which we all belong.
Typical Greek country traffic (they gave me a lift)
After visiting the family of my brother in law (in the region lived in by the
Ancient Spartans) I started on the road back to Athens – again no traffic.  Shortly along came a military convoy – a jeep and a troop carrier.  They stopped and the soldiers motioned for me to climb in – One of the Greek soldiers gave me a jacket and cap to put on so that I wouldn't stand out… we stopped in the next village and they bought fresh hot raisin bread and a bottle of retsina wine… and so we went on down the road having a jolly time.  


Not my truck - but very similar - except everyone was in  uniform ( even me)
After a bit they had to turn off and they let me off… They were on official business to buy wine for the military base and had to go directly to the winery to do their business.   I continued on my way.

Back in Athens I hooked up with a couple of young Germans who along with me planned to go over into Turkey as we continued out travels.  This however turned out to be expensive.  It wasn't hard to take a ferry to Rhodes – but how to get into Turkey?… So in Rhodes we discovered a local merchant who had a good small rough wooden boat with canvas sails – And so as sailors have done for thousands of years we crossed this portion of the Mediterranean sea by sail power.  
Not my boat - but exactly similar size and style
We landed in Marmaris Turkey – and I knew at once that I had entered a different world – We arrived as the muezzin was calling the people to prayer ( "Allah is Allah and Mohammed is his prophet").   I was in an Asian world with everything different!  As luck would have it – we stayed in a small hotel for a night and the next day found a Turkish tramp steamer … the SS Tari – an ancient local steam ship that plied the southern coast stopping at every small town to take on the peanut crop.  It was warm and so we arranged to be transported by deck passage – For 6 nights  we went to sleep in one location, covering ourselves with pieces of ships canvas, travelled at night, and woke the next day in a charming new location.  In those days these villages were isolated since there was not yet a coastal road to connect them with the "outside world".
Not my ship - but similar to the "SS Tari" - it had booms like this to lift cargo from small boats... We had the top deck under the stars every night for a week. and the kitchen crew brought us left-over food, each night,  from the kitchen... delicious!
We hired local fishermen to take us ashore in each village, to explore and see the local life.  This was an anthropologists heaven... the people, the crafts, the animals, the smells and sounds ... I so remember the delicious village restaurant food – vegetable stews with lamb or chicken…and such good bread…

 We entered Syria at Iskenderun – From where it was a short ride into magnificent Aleppo.  First impressions – Arabic writing, men in long white robes and white head scarves, few women visible, Arabic music, Loaded camels and donkeys… navigating was a bit more of a challenge – but I had a map...and I mastered the art of communication by drawing quick pictures.   We travelled by bus or walked...


One of a gazillion shops in "Souk el Zarb" - the covered market
Emperor Saladin's "citadel" - Allepo - 13th century fort
Magnificent historic sites – huge extensive markets inside a labyrinth of dimly lit enclosed stone passageways… There were incredible craftspeople, weaving, melting, carving, butchering, bargaining … all right there… I felt like I had entered  into the Arabian Nights…


More "Souk el Zarb"
the next morning in the hostel we woke to find that there had been a ‘bloodless coup” in the night and that we had to stay put until things calmed down – for the next few days tanks were evident in the streets – but all was calm.  (The current destruction of so much of Syria is so very sad to me - The cities and towns were so beautiful, so historic, and the people were good to us traveling youth.)


Palmira ruins... absolutely open - no one to sell us a ticket - no guards 
When I entered Hama (Hamah) late in the evening I discovered that there was a religious event and no hotel rooms were available – but as I asked around a man said that he was the director or the cities youth program and, if I didn't mind, I could sleep in the simple youth house (one room) – but he would have to lock me in for the night.  First he took me to a restaurant – where he bought me my first hummus and bread … then locked me in for the night…


The water wheels of Hama
The only time in my life I have been “locked up”… Early the next morning he unlocked the door and took me down the street for fresh hot pida bread, goat cheese,  and strong sweet red tea.  This is also the city with the famous creaking wooden water wheels , going back to the 15th century.



Bedouin tent
I boarded a decrepit windowless bus to travel into the desert to visit the ancient ruined city of Tadmore.  To get there the route east wanders through nearly barren desert.   Along the way, we passed several Bedouin encampments with their camels, horses, and goats. Tadmore was a large oasis with many Palm trees watered from the central well, and the extensive ruins of an Alexandrian era trade route city – the modern houses by contrast were made of mud bricks with earthen mortar.  It was a magnificent location to explore…The city of ruins is 'Palmira'.
Bedouin goat herd



Yikes! – I’m not even half way through my travels – so many more stories to tell – on through Syria, Jordan, Israel… then home through Turkey, Italy, Spain, and a bit of North Africa…  and I made it home in time for the spring semester...  
One final note - when evening came on and I was in a smaller place without a youth hostel I would stay in one of the Syrian or Turkish Inns ... I often  used my Hostel muslin sleeping  sack inside of those beds... just because I wasn't sure how often the sheets were changed... 
In my travels, I met so many wonderful people.  Staying in hostels with an international group of young people all traveling in the same manner as me - we would become immediate good friends and both had an opportunity to share and to learn from others.   Thank God I was never bothered in any way or robbed, never got lost ( well, badly anyway)… never sick.  My guardian angel must have been sorely tested at times but I come home thankful and appreciative for my experiences.




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