The last two days were set aside for training. Yesterday we
drove to the Blue Heron area, which was a bit of a drive. The station was down
by the river. It’s an old coal mining community that’s been partly
restored/reconstructed for displays, and visitors can either drive there or
ride a train. We just sat at some picnic tables outside until it was time for
the train to come.
There were about nine or ten of us there for training. We
were going over some of the basics of interpretation, which I’m familiar with
but it’s always good to have another perspective. Then the train arrived, with
a few people on it – including some families. There was a program on the mining
that had been done in the area from the 1930s-1950s, which we all attended –
the audience had more park employees than visitors!
After the train left again, we had lunch, then headed up a
trail. It was part of the Blue Heron loop, which is several miles round trip,
but our destination was the Crack in the Rocks, only about half a mile away.
This wasn’t just a walk for fun, though – we were supposed to put together an
interpretive guided walk! Each of us would pick a spot and have five minutes to
talk about their topic of choice. I decided on the rotting log, which I’ve used
in programs before.
It was a really amazing rock structure at the top of the
hill! I had my camera with me but didn’t take any pictures, since I knew we’d
be back on the same trail today. Of course, there was a cute little toad on the
rock, and I had to get his picture since he probably wouldn’t stick around
until the next day!
Today we had a lot of time to work on our program. We
decided to walk out on the trail again and figure out where everyone wanted to
do their talk at. There were several right before the log I had chosen, so I
decided to move mine further along, so there wouldn’t be a long section of the
hike without a talking point. I found a snag (standing dead tree) that we had
looked at the day before. I could work with that – especially since I realized
there were logs on the ground all around!
At this point I decided to head back down to the station. I
didn’t really have my program figured out – I knew what I was going to talk
about, but not what I was going to say!
I sat for a while working out a sort of script – writing out
what I might say, just to figure out the flow of it. I was getting near the end
when the train arrived, and I had a hard time concentrating after that. I did
get all the basic talking points worked out, and I knew the material, so I
wasn’t that worried – although a little worry is involuntary in this kind of
situation.
After lunch, before the train left, we got to go climb up in
the engine! The whistle was really loud from inside the car!