November 9, 2006
story & photos by BENNETT BARTHELEMY
When I dredge out the murky lessons of my state-sanctioned education, what are most clear are ones learned far from the four walls of a classroom. In fact, many of the outdoor lessons are crystalline -- like my sixth-grade trip to the mountains above Santa Barbara. From the view of a quarter century (and after a BA in Native American studies), I can comfortably say there is nothing better than learning about California native history in an oak grove, in warm dappled sunlight and in a spot that had actually been used to gather and process acorns; to see the mortar holes left in soft sandstone. It is far easier to imagine the gritty taste of the food and molars wearing out prematurely when rooted in the reality of location, where you can bear witness to physical evidence.
Today it amazes me how those outdoor lessons have stuck. My guess is that the learning was disguised, like a pill given to a dog in a piece of bread. Easy to choke down and good for you, too, in ways that I could not fathom then. So when I got my first teaching assignment -- Native American history at CR -- I sent the students outside to do research and experience first-hand the incredible opportunities to gain perspective right in their backyards. Humboldt is rich with native history and vibrant native culture that many students were oblivious to; it would be criminal to teach a class and not give students the opportunity to explore what surrounds us here on the North Coast.
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to tag along with my wife on her plant taxonomy field trip to Horse Mountain. The sciences are great -- they encourage you (and later pay you) to get out there and have crazy adventures. Serpentine soils hold high concentrations of certain minerals and drain quickly, which require trees with hearty dispositions, like white pine. I never would have remembered that if I read it in a book! There is adventure in being on location for learning, and even the best multi-media presentation can't match it. So, thank you to all the teachers that are daring enough to get students outside and provide extra little tap over the edge of wonder.
So what happens when you have maxed out the allowable units and financial aid has cut you off? Then the real fun of learning begins. How many times have you rushed past the interpretive signs to get down to the beach? Now is your big chance to glean a quick and dirty geology or botany lesson with the escarpment or trillium staring you in the face. These face-to-face moments mean that long-term retention hovers around a whopping 70 percent, rather than the 15 percent found in the average classroom. Think how smart you will be, and in so little time, and without spending all the money on textbooks that will no doubt become obsolete next semester anyway.
The Ah-Pa interpretive trail at Prairie Creek Redwoods is just one example. For those that clue into the existence of interpretive signs, or numbered posts with a pamphlet, they find them secretly lurking all over -- like telephone poles that become part of the landscape. It's amazing the amount of back and forth haggling that goes into one of these signs when it deals with something human -- if you have ever been to a cultural committee meeting of a local tribe when park officials are there trying to hash out the proper language, what images to use, where to put them, it is truly impressive that any ever get pounded in. However, this assures that you are getting good, solid, appropriate info that you would be paying a lot of money for in a university.
One of the best days I have had was out with interpretive ranger Jim Wheeler in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park on a guided tour. A distillation of some two decades of knowledge crammed into a few hours on the trails. Tales of old-growth wood robbers and poachers, the history of the local environmental movement and what it has meant to the local parks, identifying obscure plants, learning about eco-systems and native history -- I would have had to take two semesters worth of science and anthropology classes to get all that he shared!
Take Alexander von Humboldt. Did he get so smart and become the Renaissance man he was because he hung out at the university? No way. He climbed peaks, paddled rivers, backpacked and brought with him an incredible thirst for adventure and first-hand knowledge that propelled him to be one of the most impressive naturalists of all time.
So my advice for higher education is to go the park and read the signs and talk to the rangers. Hard to beat the quality of the education and it will certainly be cheaper. Then, invest in hiking boots, kayak and climbing gear and notebook, and the learning will come naturally, without all the stress of GRE scores and mountains of loan debt. If you have unmotivated or recalcitrant kids, send them on a month-long Outward Bound course and save the hassle of expensive private schools. They will thank you in 10 years. Or do what I wish had done and take a semester-long National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) course somewhere exotic like Alaska or Baja -- or, even better, sign on for a Sierra Wilderness Institute seminar. (You can get college credit for both!)
My humble opinion is that you can and should be in charge of your own education. Too many of us have moldered away the hours in a stale, static, controlled environment, chained to the ivory tower of state-sanctioned education in a classroom. Request that the teacher unlock the door. If even for just a few hours here and there, exchange the ivory tower for a grove of towering redwoods, and your chains won't cut so deeply. Hell, they may not even leave permanent scars.
Enjoy your wanderings and adventures. Relax and know that you are being educated just by being outside! Just don't forget to ask a few questions.
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