Saturday, August 31, 2013
The Great Plains; Where is Waldo? Waterfront Views; Was That Darth Vader? A Migrating Donkey; Perry, Iowa; A Cool Bridge; Utopia
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Fish or Dog? Biker Babe’s New Toy; Is Ty a Redneck? A Tale of Two Oreos (Size Does Matter); Slide #1 Back in Action
We had just returned to our home on wheels when Suzanne returned from Safeway with a big smile on her face. “I’ve got dinner under control. You go sit down and have a glass of wine.” Well, this was going to be a treat. A few minutes later, the dinner bell rang, and we sat down to a feast. Perfectly prepared salmon, spinach and Asiago cheese-sprinkled bread… a meal fit for a king. As we were eating, Suzanne mentioned what a bargain the Keta salmon was… she even asked the fishmonger if it was overdate or anything, because she had never seen salmon marked down to $2.00/pound (this particular type was normally $7.99). He replied that, no, it was fine, they had just over-ordered, and their customers were reaping the benefits of their mistake. Great! I said to her, “Keta salmon… I’m not familiar with that particular fish…” So, I looked it up on Google right in the middle of the meal. (MISTAKE #1)
I shared with her the Wikipedia entry for “Keta salmon (Oncorhynchus keta), also known as chum or dog salmon, the least commercially valuable salmon. Despite being extremely plentiful in Alaska, commercial fishermen often choose NOT to fish for them because of their low market value…” Also, it’s what the Eskimos used to feed their dogs before Alpo arrived in Univik. (MISTAKE #2)
Today, Suzanne got together with two friends at Pinocchio’s Italian Restaurant in Longmont, Colorado. Rusty is Suzanne's good friend Elizabeth's cousin. Suzanne had given a very touching and evidential reading to Annell's daughter/Rusty's goddaughter last year. Annell had ordered Messages of Hope for a friend, and Suzanne was happy to be able to deliver it in person. This was also the first opportunity for the ladies to get together since we returned to the Denver area.
Speaking of the outdoors, you cannot think about American outdoorsmen without at least a passing reference to "rednecks". What is a "redneck", really? Well, historically, in Scotland in the 1640s, the original term referred to a group of Presbyterians who objected to rule by bishops, and in the days preceding the rise of Oliver Cromwell and the Bishop's War, wore red neck cloths to display their rebellious nature. The earliest documented usage of the term refers to Presbyterians of Fayetteville, North Carolina. Today, it is a term often used derogatorily by Eastern liberals against Southern conservatives. This leads into our next paragraph...
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Then yesterday Suzanne had lots of work to catch up on, so it was my chance to tackle Flattop Mountain, a “hard” 9 mile round-trip with 3,000 feet of elevation gain, from 9,400 to 12,400 feet. I did the math, and it was a 12% grade; going up was tough, with my pulse rate about the same as when I run hard. At the top it was cold, in the high 40s with a 25 kt wind. I sent this photo from my iPhone, with the caption "Sent from Hooters". Here's the reply I got back from Suzanne: If there is a girl in skimpy, tight orange shorts who took that photo, I am never letting you go off by yourself again!
This fly fisherman was casting for trout, and caught and released one while I was watching. (You can’t keep them here in the park.) You will note that he has waders on; the water temp is probably in the 50s.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Assistant Scribes; Canadian Bacon; Custer’s Last Stand; A Dinner Treat; Cub Lake; New Hiking Friends
On the trail, Suzanne decided to commune with nature, in the form of this little baby bunny. It was an adorable little thing, only about 6 inches long, and well-hidden in the twigs under a tree. We were lucky to get a glimpse of him.
This last photo is of Cub Lake. It is a sublimely beautiful spot, showing the starkness of the burned forest above the beautiful shades of green in the lake itself. We could have stayed for an hour just watching the colors and light change, but Rudy and Gretchen were awaiting us back at The Coach, and you don’t keep dachshunds long from their dinner…
Saturday, August 17, 2013
New Windows; Lewis and Clark; A Crow Fair; Custer, Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse; I Scream! A Deere View; "Sans Cullottes?"
Speaking of history, one of my favorite subjects in American history was the Lewis and Clark Corps Discovery expedition back in 1804-06. For those who may be unfamiliar with this expedition, a team of 28 Army men (and one unofficial dog, a Newfoundland named Seaman) were tasked by President Thomas Jefferson to explore and map the recently acquired Louisiana Purchase, traveling from present-day Wood River, Illinois, to the Pacific Ocean. They were also to find a usable transcontinental route, study flora, fauna and natives encountered, and return safely. Along the way they picked up five civilians, including Sacagawea, a Shoshone Indian woman and her husband, a French trapper.
In closing, I would like you, Faithful Readers, to know that we do not always reside in campground scenic splendor alongside babbling brooks and with glacier and mountain views. Here is the view tonight, in Hardin, Montana, from our coach's front window. The campground owner also mentioned that this site is particularly good for those guests who like to parade around naked (in their RV's, at least) because there is nothing but a field in front of us. (I won't go any further, to protect the privacy and reputations of the guilty and innocent alike, except to say that "Yes, we do dress for dinner.")