Session 1 begins Monday, Sept. 11 at the Winter Ridge Educational building. To register please come to the Kaniksu Land Trust office, 1215 Michigan Ave, suite A (the Westside center) during normal business hours M-F 9am-5pm. Cost per 4-week session is $20, scholarships are available and one can sign up for a maximum of two sessions this fall.
Classes are Mondays and Tuesdays:
3-4 pm 8-12 yr. olds (12 participants max.)
4-5:30 pm 13-18 yr. olds (12 participants max.)
Session 1: Sept 11- Oct. 3 (Arrow making, Baskets, Carved spoons, Coal-burned bowls, friction fire kits)
Session 2: Oct. 9-Oct. 31st
Session 3: Nov. 6-Nov.28th
To download a registration form, click on the link below:
YOUR BEST SHOT
Photo: Fred Forssell
Do you have photos from your latest outdoor adventure with wildlife or scenic moments you captured along the way?
We would love to see them and share them with our followers.
When you send them to us we will post them in our weekly picture gallery published every Friday on the KLT website and FB page.
Photos don’t have to be related to a specific location – they could be a local landmark, a gathering of friends enjoying the outdoors – anything really that depicts life outside wherever you are.
If you send in photographs of children, we must have written permission from a parent or guardian of every child featured (a grandparent, auntie or friend will not suffice).
Email your pictures to email@example.com
Please give us your name, where you live and brief details about the pictures.
If you want to send your picture from your mobile phone, email them to the same address as above. You can send them from any network or phone.
If you would like your image to be included in the weekly picture gallery, please make sure it has a landscape photo with a minimum size of 976×549 pixels.
You can also tell us what you think of the week’s pictures on the Kaniksu Land Trust facebook page.
Terms and Conditions
If you submit an image, you do so in accordance with the KLT’s terms and conditions below.
In contributing to KLT photo contest you agree to grant us a royalty-free, non-exclusive licence to publish and otherwise use the material in any way that we want, and in any media worldwide.
KLT cannot guarantee that all pictures will be used and we reserve the right to edit your comments.
At no time should you endanger yourself or others, take any unnecessary risks or infringe any laws.
- Entrants must be over 18 years of age. Entrants expressly declare that they are duly authorised to participate in the competition.
- All caption, personal and technical information that is requested must be supplied by the photographer.
- Photographers must have taken the image that they submit themselves and be able to supply RAW or original files when requested. Photographers must receive permission in their private capacity to photograph any subject matter (be it human or animal) before entry to the competition. Kaniksu Land Trust and any KLT sponsors bear no legal responsibility for images published or used.
- You still own the copyright to everything you contribute to KLT and if your image is accepted, we will endeavour to publish your name alongside it on the KLT website and all form of media.
For subject matter
- Only photos where the subject matter is taken outside are eligible for entry.
- Harassment of both people and animals or destruction of the environment in pursuit of an image will not be tolerated.
- Images will be rejected should there be any baiting and/or manipulation of animal behaviour to the advantage of the photographer. Animals must be free-roaming and not held in captive or restrictive environments, even for rehabilitation purposes. Images taken from hides will be accepted.
For image editing
- Images must accurately and realistically represent the natural world. Minimal editing will be allowed within the following guidelines: Normal processing of RAW and JPEG images (minor adjustments to colour, contrast, gradients, sharpening, noise reduction and HDR) are acceptable. HDR composites and panoramic stitching will be allowed so long as the final image bears a realistic resemblance to the original scene. No cloning, additions or removal of subjects from an image will be allowed. Cropping must be kept to the minimum – images with a cropping factor of greater than 30% of the original image will be judged negatively. We will request the original RAW or JPEG file if any queries arise.
Camp Kaniksu is nature-connection based, and will include activities such as:
Hiking, mapping and navigation, learning about local flora and fauna, & how to be safe outdoors.
Participants will also learn:
Outdoor skills, including how to find water, make shelters and fire, basic tracking skills, and how to identify edible and medicinal plants.
Participants will have the opportunity to try crafts such as basket making, hide tanning, making cordage, and sewing bags.
There will also be lots of games and time for fun in the outdoors,
which is crucial for inspiring a love of nature in children.
Camp Kaniksu Camp sessions:
June 26-July 21
Ages: 7-9 Monday and Wednesdays
8:00 am- 12:00 pm
Ages: 10 & 12 Tuesday’s & Thursdays
8:00 am – 12:00 pm
July 31- August 25th
Ages: 7-9 Monday and Wednesdays
8:00 am- 12:00 pm
Ages: 10 & 12 Tuesday’s & Thursdays
8:00 am – 12:00 pm
Camp Kaniksu will take place at the University of Idaho property on North Boyer located in beautiful Sandpoint Idaho.
All campers will receive a Camp Kaniksu t-shirt, mid morning snack (provided by Bonner County Food Bank, lunch and a Camp Kaniksu water bottle
WHAT TO BRING:
Additional clothing to address weather conditions; coat, rain coat, sweatshirt etc…
Any additional snacks or lunch if your camper has any food allergies.
Camp begins at 8:00 am.
Please make sure your camper arrives at least ten minutes before camp begins
Pick up time is 12:00 pm. Please make sure your child has arrangements to be picked up at 12:00 pm as there will be no post camp supervision available
All camp activity will take place on site
For more information: 208-263-3613
$80 per four week session
Register at Sandpoint Parks and Recreation, Sandpoint Idaho.
Space is limited so register quickly
Right There in the Dirt and the Pine Needles
I read a story written by a teenager, let’s call him John. His life was troubled. In his words, he was “trapped deep within the frightening jungle of the New Jersey suburbs”. Computers were slowly draining him of energy and passion. “I was numb, and I didn’t care that I was failing high school, and I didn’t care that everything sucked; I was perfectly content with my empty life”.
As a last resort, his parents sent John to a therapeutic boarding school in Montana. It was there that he started to climb trees, play outside, and run on trails – natural things that children have done for generations. It was there that he came out of his numbness. It was there that he blossomed into a young man that is now a senior in college, majoring in music. As John says about his years at the schools and specifically his nature experiences: “I found the inexhaustible spirit that everyone is born with but many lose. I found it right there in the dirt and dead pine needles, I found it in the top of a partially dead Douglas Fir, and I found it in the view of the mountains out of my classroom window”.
When we ask: why we need to feel the forest under our feet? Why do we need open spaces? And why do we need to get outside and experience them? remember the story of John. Whether it’s the stress of the day-to-day, or a medical complication, a dose of nature goes a long way to prevent or heal what ails us.
Dave Kretchzmar is a happy, wonderful man. He lives in a pocket of natural beauty in Idaho’s panhandle. He now works about two days a week, and then spends the rest of his time actively learning about nature. He found his passion, and now has shaped his lifestyle into what he wants it to be. Dave is a wise man. He discovered happiness in simplicity. I “infinitely” admire Dave.
“After you climb into the tree, I want you to perch like an owl and without moving youer eyes, observe everything.”
While Dave was first discovering his desire to teach nature connection to teenagers, I was trapped deep within the frightening jungle of the New Jersey suburbs.
I wasn’t connected to much of anything, except for my office chair and keyboard. Video games and Netflix were slowly draining me of energy and passion. I was numb, and I didn’t care that I was failing high school, and I didn’t care that everything sucked; I was perfectly content with my empty life. My parents and teachers didn’t know what to do, or how I would graduate. And no matter how hardmy dad tried, I never wanted to go kayaking with him, or hiking, or camping, or fishing.
“Remember to always have three points of contact with the tree, and watch for dead limbs. I’ll give a crow call in forty minutes.”
© Christopher L. Wood
I guess I had climbed trees as a kid. My family used to go apple picking every fall, and my mom would bake delicious pies. I used to climb up to pick the apples, with my mom watching nervously. Where’s the fun in that? Climbing an apple tree while your mom watches is like playing on a playground at recess. There’s no letting loose, no giving in to the primal urge to explore. So I never knew how to be free truly, until I met Dave.
“Hey Sam, do you think maybe you should come down now?”
There I was, the frail Jersey boy who hid in his room for all those years, thirty feet up in a double trunked Douglas Fir in the mountains of Montana. I was having the time of my life, and the goofy grin that was plastered to my face may have scared my friends even more as I continued to ascend. I could see them below me, and the further up I went, I could see most of my boarding school’s campus. But I was more drawn to the sight of the distant Cabinet Mountains, their ancient spires looming above constantly. “Oh shit.” This time the dialogue belonged to me. I could hear the branch clattering down through the tree, and its sound was quickly met by the frantic yelling of my friends. Turns out the branch that had very recently belonged to my feet was deader than I thought it was, and that’s how I found myself dangling off of one single branch, forty feet off the ground. One hundred and sixty-five pounds of frightened teenager very suddenly hung from this one branch, and my life was very suddenly put at risk. Clumsily, my feet found their way to a new branch. Maybe I should have listened to Dave more carefully, back in Nature Connection class.
“There he goes again.”
This is a common occurrence. I’m genuinely engaged in conversation, and a magnificent Red Cedar catches my eye.
Three minutes later, my friends continue walking and tell me they’re not waiting for me any longer. Obviously my scary Douglas Fir experience has not stopped me from climbing my heart out on an almost daily basis. It’s my way of being a kid again. We all have those “childish” urges, somewhere deep down, wherever we shoved them when it became apparent that these things weren’t okay. But sometimes, you just need to climb a tree, and really enjoy it, because it’s fun as hell. That’s what I learned, that I can find happiness in these small things, which brings me back to Dave.
“You all know this game—it’s good ol’ capture the flag.”
Thirty minutes after Dave made the teams, I was submerged in the thick boughs of some young Grand Firs, stalking into the enemy’s territory. A thought came into my mind: this is ridiculous. That was my old self talking, voicing in my mind what many millennials would be saying about capture the flag in the woods. And it is ridiculous. It’s ridiculous that I might at any point not enjoy myself playing capture the flag, because capture the flag is a damn fun game, no matter what age you are. Dave probably had a better time than I did, this small, smiling man guarding his team’s flag. I had made it to their base and I was watching him through the trees. He hadn’t seen me yet but was mimicking the actions of a hawk peering through the foliage and searching for prey. At that moment, Dave was quite happy.“Hey Dave, I think there’s someone coming up on you.” His body tensed up, his grin widened, and his gaze swept through the surrounding trees, right into my eyes. Our eyes were locked together for five long seconds before I bolted away, dropping my camouflage and sacrificing stealth for speed. Knowing those woods well, I charged into a stand of young pines and huddled into my favorite hiding spot. I could no longer hear Dave behind me; I was safe for the time being.
Well, I wasn’t actually safe. Dave’s just really good at moving silently in the woods. After he tagged me, we both fell back and laughed as I good-naturedly cursed his stalking skills. Over the months I spent in Dave’s class, I found the inexhaustible spirit that everyone is born with but many lose. I found it right there in the dirt and dead pine needles, I found it in the top of a partially dead Douglas Fir, and I found it in the view of the mountains out of my classroom window. We’re all born with a fiery ardor; no matter how many times the pressures of the world stomp it out, it’s never too late to go and discover that innate enthusiasm.
“And Sam— don’t climb so high this time.”
Bird sitting with Kindergartners