Last week, in case you didn't notice, was extremely hot. Despite this, our dedicated senior high campers came out near noon on Thursday to observe honeycombs being extracted from our apiaries. And of course, Tristan and Camp Director Rick Hargreaves were very dedicated as well, since they were the ones who put on a second layer of fabric over their normal clothes to retrieve the honeycombs in the first place.
|The Campers Watch the Beekeepers Suit Up|
|Smoking Them Out|
|Like a Hot Knife Through Beeswax|
|Putting it In|
|Taking it Out -- It Needs to Be Turned Over|
At this point, if you turn the spigot on the bottom, the raw, unfiltered honey runs out.
Said raw, unfiltered honey has dead bee larvae and bits of beeswax in it (both of which are technically edible), so we pour the honey through a fine sieve.
|They say eating bugs is the way of the future...|
|...but you probably don't want to get in on that yet.|
I also got a look at the honey barn where the Petit Jean Farmer's Market takes place on Saturdays! It was rather deserted when I was there, but during the market it is very crowded, usually.
|The Sales Counter|
By the way, on the way to the kitchen, we determined the well by the abandoned house is about 25 feet. One lucky camper got to name the monster in well after himself for guessing the depth right.
|Little does he know it's already called the Witch of Camp Mitch.|