tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49753063473300503502024-03-05T19:17:37.091-08:00One Day in AmericaThis blog showcases my fascination with travel into the heart of America. Each blog post will transport readers from behind their screens and into the realm of the American experience. My goal is to inspire people with tales of travel and discovery and to motivate them to explore the world beyond their doorsteps.One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-7122825380175162292021-03-17T16:01:00.008-07:002021-04-14T12:11:11.644-07:00Happy 10th Anniversary to One Day in America!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> One Day in America celebrated its 10th anniversary in March of 2021. To commemorate the occasion I chose to share ten former posts written about destinations I have visited only once, but long to see again. </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8L9gFKjuvOz6nZMVvbcDHS3AfpAKjTZpul38-caJb_ozaqIbvzXvidIjV9RL_mSGuicL7OI-R5K0VOf3tMsKcJ1CULGGyQrH9l-MiyTVaJcQN9gMDUFeEzrOTv2kOsFw5zw92345a5Q/s1403/0001Iq.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="1403" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8L9gFKjuvOz6nZMVvbcDHS3AfpAKjTZpul38-caJb_ozaqIbvzXvidIjV9RL_mSGuicL7OI-R5K0VOf3tMsKcJ1CULGGyQrH9l-MiyTVaJcQN9gMDUFeEzrOTv2kOsFw5zw92345a5Q/w400-h184/0001Iq.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sandhill Cranes take flight at Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge.</td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> ****</span></p><p> 1. Redwoods State and National Parks, California. A stroll through California's Redwood forests should be required of every human. This may sound like hyperbole but I nominate Redwood Trees for the title: 'Earth's Greatest Living Beings'. I would like nothing more than to walk among the giants again. Feel small and insignificant—but in the best possible way—by clicking <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2014/10/in-realm-of-superlativeexploring.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIuu2Lfb2gYTX6v8YEyCJhl2inLirIBlOxq2qUrx3q759Ei_VwUqH368Dm9sbXPOrXGZJ3FaT9OtoXHcWiK9lbTCw99KtNjKFYwZmvcskbkPV_z4mftD4zhHLPWcGBKepQmiHb6tktBE/s2048/IMG_5189+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIuu2Lfb2gYTX6v8YEyCJhl2inLirIBlOxq2qUrx3q759Ei_VwUqH368Dm9sbXPOrXGZJ3FaT9OtoXHcWiK9lbTCw99KtNjKFYwZmvcskbkPV_z4mftD4zhHLPWcGBKepQmiHb6tktBE/w400-h266/IMG_5189+2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The big trees are calling, and I must go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, that's the trunk of <i>one</i> redwood tree, to my left.</div><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p><span> </span>2. White Sands National Park, New Mexico. Surely there are other phantasmagorical locales on our planet. But when you arrive at White Sands—as I did on a March day with few other visitors—and gaze upon the endless folds of white, you can't help but feel as though you're living a dream. My goal is to return and camp overnight in this ethereal world. Live the dream <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2012/05/white-sands-national-monument.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsEiRM4poSarUuBli3ffXJBGsV2Mw1y4Y_PXzz7y4iWUwbQxtflE9QWYWgbfQ2DDUmj4pV1H-pIyjJRpFfMZWHwFAWUL7QeYPKyIfSvm9s2tHdr0hJ_t_2qTHWtO-1W06ZVIol-8foZE/s2048/IMG_3863.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsEiRM4poSarUuBli3ffXJBGsV2Mw1y4Y_PXzz7y4iWUwbQxtflE9QWYWgbfQ2DDUmj4pV1H-pIyjJRpFfMZWHwFAWUL7QeYPKyIfSvm9s2tHdr0hJ_t_2qTHWtO-1W06ZVIol-8foZE/w400-h266/IMG_3863.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lone hiker in the White Sands.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>**** <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></p><p> 3. North Captiva Island, Florida. You know how we're advised to visualize our "happy place" when we're feeling stressed or sad? Well, North Captiva Island off Florida's Gulf Coast qualifies as one of my happy places. You can't help but smile when you're watching White Pelicans dip and soar while listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. Upon arriving home from North Captiva I vowed to go back within a few years. I regret to admit it's been 24 years and I have yet to return to this happy place. But, don't worry, be happy... and click <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2013/02/north-captiva-island-florida.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lxfIIi1HSr2BHZ6WvrskMVXpdBi3_0ksggy85vYPF-3-N5b26fx6UFhu1gzLKKGRDLFDpcfvA24nzuoQJpXvpAOxxKPfyU4k38bQPZhj9LdJ8jlYnL2zeuy6uYuzJwZEI4YNAAjeSZk/s1521/IMG_0002.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1521" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lxfIIi1HSr2BHZ6WvrskMVXpdBi3_0ksggy85vYPF-3-N5b26fx6UFhu1gzLKKGRDLFDpcfvA24nzuoQJpXvpAOxxKPfyU4k38bQPZhj9LdJ8jlYnL2zeuy6uYuzJwZEI4YNAAjeSZk/w400-h160/IMG_0002.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">White Pelican conference on North Captiva Island.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 4. Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, New Mexico. I have witnessed many a spectacular sunset, but the sunsets—and sunrises too—at Bosque del Apache are beyond spectacular. Add to it the cacophony of tens of thousands of migratory birds, and you have an "I can't believe I'm alive to witness this" experience. Share in the magic, by clicking <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2013/01/sunrise-sunset-at-bosque-del-apache.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5soR5DiMJSDNcbIZIx1DEU9yZcUvcqqqDTn8Ur_2Tbz37vTKlHPjaWglqH7IFlUPjsmNIbtr1pQ1qpj05xPTbgKVxY1NSYV-PUzhWeu8BqqqEt8vfBVVqsP8ELXCiNkAfwZY7zf8SMak/s2048/sunset5.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="2048" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5soR5DiMJSDNcbIZIx1DEU9yZcUvcqqqDTn8Ur_2Tbz37vTKlHPjaWglqH7IFlUPjsmNIbtr1pQ1qpj05xPTbgKVxY1NSYV-PUzhWeu8BqqqEt8vfBVVqsP8ELXCiNkAfwZY7zf8SMak/w400-h270/sunset5.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunset in Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge.</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span>5. Trail of the Coeur d' Alenes, Idaho. If you have a road bike and don't want to cycle in traffic, this 72 mile paved rail trail is the way to go. Spanning Idaho's panhandle, this easy trail is a delight. You'll ride past marshlands, woodlands and welcoming small towns. Go along for the ride, by clicking <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/04/riding-trail-of-coeur-dalenes-in-idahos.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-e2TOrOQ8fwmbtAGIfXbDlkcDzVhHkN1vEWxl6ID9jw7quFgc0kiG0mJUo1bzODCfzPviQvmOngzSBEuV51mhDaWsZ2153KPmo-dmq3exka_dOkijBQz4DU28y7Ae0MPUG3GfjG9nEk/s1544/Bridge+on+Lake+Coeur+d%2527AleneJPG.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1544" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-e2TOrOQ8fwmbtAGIfXbDlkcDzVhHkN1vEWxl6ID9jw7quFgc0kiG0mJUo1bzODCfzPviQvmOngzSBEuV51mhDaWsZ2153KPmo-dmq3exka_dOkijBQz4DU28y7Ae0MPUG3GfjG9nEk/w400-h265/Bridge+on+Lake+Coeur+d%2527AleneJPG.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing a lake in Idaho's panhandle on The Trail of the Coeur d' Alenes.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 6. Hovenweep National Monument, on the Colorado/Utah border. The treasures of Hovenweep inspire reverence for the ancient inhabitants of our continent. The Puebloan ruins there have stood for an amazing 10,000 years. Be amazed by the ancients <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/07/treasures-of-hovenweep.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXsZCUd1wXGT0eCxtGMlif0z5u1-clq7GCYlQctC56Be1FUFuX1XqS0kWwq8vNQmqPtvyd94laPwk5ACttShJoVAXlgBHtbGOhz-f0-K_34LWsxNKEdCEkpYv5CT1saiJJqsgZ8nMQc4/s1353/IMG_0004+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="1180" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXsZCUd1wXGT0eCxtGMlif0z5u1-clq7GCYlQctC56Be1FUFuX1XqS0kWwq8vNQmqPtvyd94laPwk5ACttShJoVAXlgBHtbGOhz-f0-K_34LWsxNKEdCEkpYv5CT1saiJJqsgZ8nMQc4/w349-h400/IMG_0004+2.jpeg" width="349" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A ruin with a view, in Hovenweep National Monument.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 7. Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park, Nevada. A gold and silver mine <i>and</i> giant prehistoric fish-lizard bones? Yes, artifacts of both can be found in this park which was once a great inland sea. Intrigued? Satisfy your curiosity <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2016/06/nevada-beyond-neon-berlin-ichthyosaur.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_nwqAybZHWEykmlC51xsUkTUunUGPDEX0Xlb8Isnprj2qDJmZi18a-fe-KZFe9j-MZfLhMqez4z6MQRnE9Sv2l3P2kCR8MPNGu4XQ3VUo8cQU-kV3FJLNypDbR2hWN0rNkv1bNSsB-E/s1551/berlin+sp1.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1551" data-original-width="976" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_nwqAybZHWEykmlC51xsUkTUunUGPDEX0Xlb8Isnprj2qDJmZi18a-fe-KZFe9j-MZfLhMqez4z6MQRnE9Sv2l3P2kCR8MPNGu4XQ3VUo8cQU-kV3FJLNypDbR2hWN0rNkv1bNSsB-E/w251-h400/berlin+sp1.jpeg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A return to this desert campground in Berlin-Ichthyosaur S.P. would be fine with me.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 8. Crater Lake National Park, Oregon. To those who have never been there, your first view of Crater Lake will take your breath away. When you begin to breathe again you will continually blink your eyes to be sure the vision in front of you is real. The <b>magnificent</b> blue reflected back to your eyes is the result of the lake's depth and clarity. To read about another of the lake's wonders, or, if blue is your favorite color (it is mine), click <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2019/09/the-mystery-of-old-man-of-crater-lake.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rMkLqA8l2MozuUSM9xKgnMNiTgoOclkrNBGPGvJY7aay88pMfKRntP7_ayBczKFFQQXjPXdvaXhl_tgzqYWYEpaS-3c3D6NAjaJW11ZsvpSEb_ZNpd-dSThleBK02cLqMS6tO_kkXv4/s2048/IMG_1469.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rMkLqA8l2MozuUSM9xKgnMNiTgoOclkrNBGPGvJY7aay88pMfKRntP7_ayBczKFFQQXjPXdvaXhl_tgzqYWYEpaS-3c3D6NAjaJW11ZsvpSEb_ZNpd-dSThleBK02cLqMS6tO_kkXv4/w400-h300/IMG_1469.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can stop pinching yourself now. The color is real.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 9. Coyote Buttes, Arizona. This is a tough one. Do I wish I could return to this geologic wonderland? Yes, I do. But in reality, like too many wondrous places in America, Coyote Buttes has been "discovered". To protect this fragile area only a certain number of visitation permits are issued per day. And while it was once easy to secure a permit in the off-season (I was there one January) people now wait years to secure a lottery permit, or wait in long lines at the BLM office to snag one of a handful of first-come-first-served daily permits. The area is worth a visit, but it will take some effort to do so. Check out the surreal landscape <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2013/01/coyote-butteswind-power-on-utaharizona.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>, then decide whether or not to get on the waiting list.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUyVdiCh0nDYhhdHU1VuD-0b_hst0PH88PNHKwddsvZkU02RPhbzxOcvyygBpEju5QTgsV6eebU_x8vOUKLuA3aBMY-fEi5YT6HK9I7Fqw8M_HXhJ8bc3Hp4pNroEsH55tgczWU2ek_M/s1544/42490029.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1544" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUyVdiCh0nDYhhdHU1VuD-0b_hst0PH88PNHKwddsvZkU02RPhbzxOcvyygBpEju5QTgsV6eebU_x8vOUKLuA3aBMY-fEi5YT6HK9I7Fqw8M_HXhJ8bc3Hp4pNroEsH55tgczWU2ek_M/w400-h265/42490029.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next time you complain about the wind, behold what the wind can do.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>****</p><p> 10. Medicine Lodge Archeological Site State Historic Park, Wyoming. When Tim and I drove into this park in July of 2020 I thought: <i>This could be any old campground in any old place</i>. We stayed for two nights, but I wished we could have stayed much longer. Medicine Lodge has an indescribable allure. It could be the wildlife, the wilderness, the archeology and paleontology, or even the blue-ribbon trout stream. Whatever it is, the attraction is strong. And before you realize it, you know you're in one of Wyoming's special places. Experience the enchantment of this park by clicking <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2020/11/medicine-lodge-archeological-site-state.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN9C5VAGD98-dySp_BYAnjdw1zqv80vLskV4tJ-qI1Y7j58afzTezN3dc8eHldHEHtHVAyNFy7U8IEvaisp_i61MTb8VhrkcVOvI-pAYIWvaczcViK6zsWxFfrgzm5_ph9nNqyQ0Q_yU/s2048/IMG_4650.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibN9C5VAGD98-dySp_BYAnjdw1zqv80vLskV4tJ-qI1Y7j58afzTezN3dc8eHldHEHtHVAyNFy7U8IEvaisp_i61MTb8VhrkcVOvI-pAYIWvaczcViK6zsWxFfrgzm5_ph9nNqyQ0Q_yU/w300-h400/IMG_4650.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not just <i>any old place</i>. Medicine Lodge takes hold of you.<br /> I will return.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-69559596914743299452021-02-04T15:00:00.007-08:002021-02-07T16:48:25.811-08:00All Alone in Yellowstone: Winter Treks and Trails<p> All alone in one of our nation's most heavily visited national parks? Well, technically, no. But practically, yes. The section of Yellowstone between the northern entrance in Gardiner, Montana and the northeastern entrance in Cooke City, Montana is lightly visited during winter.</p><p> Trails and byways along the 56 mile road between the two towns are open to cross-country skiing, snowshoeing and hiking. What they are <i>not</i> open to is snowmobiling, resulting in blissful quiet and solitude. </p><p> The map below shows the locations of six trails Tim and I accessed on a recent trip to Yellowstone National Park. (Numbers and arrows in bold black.)</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSqlkUurKbtZ563AFERV3vc0Yzzb48U23mKtATLX9xuyNOkH3A_jXrUxvxG7b5Hy1q9nmJko1kLrpdd8ShzbrPyOKhFpefFeTU9KlumkuQVD8vafrfch3fGe6OitGwjR5lZyRkVq1aNQ/s1224/Yellowstone+map+2.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="1224" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSqlkUurKbtZ563AFERV3vc0Yzzb48U23mKtATLX9xuyNOkH3A_jXrUxvxG7b5Hy1q9nmJko1kLrpdd8ShzbrPyOKhFpefFeTU9KlumkuQVD8vafrfch3fGe6OitGwjR5lZyRkVq1aNQ/w400-h131/Yellowstone+map+2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on map to enlarge.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><blockquote> **** </blockquote><p></p><p> 1. Mammoth Upper Terrace Loop Trail. This trail, just south of the town on Mammoth Hot Springs, leads to views of hot springs, travertine terraces, and the surrounding mountains. </p><p> What are travertine terraces? The following definition is from Wikipedia: <i>"In Yellowstone, travertine results from a simple interaction of hot water, limestone, and a fault zone. The mineral-rich water then travels to the surface along a fault zone. Travertine terraces are some of the most bizarre-looking geological formations on Earth. The rock that makes up these unique formations is a type of limestone commonly deposited by mineral springs through a process of rapid precipitation of carbonate minerals.”</i></p><p> And there you have it, the reason we ski the travertine terraces loop every time we're in the park—to view these bizarre and beautiful formations without the crowds. We encountered six other people while skiing this loop.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYjEW1YBJzu2FY2XnqHTgNXw2dBF0DbDBBnpZeGeB26Vr1ZrSbx2O-7auxK9WnXIVsCqc2OtY-olSfGQRzARXBizTWQ8xjVxNu3yczDyXSKma5rJ8G3wAcadg6WATexXzvlU9rkqOGJc/s2048/IMG_5759.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikYjEW1YBJzu2FY2XnqHTgNXw2dBF0DbDBBnpZeGeB26Vr1ZrSbx2O-7auxK9WnXIVsCqc2OtY-olSfGQRzARXBizTWQ8xjVxNu3yczDyXSKma5rJ8G3wAcadg6WATexXzvlU9rkqOGJc/w300-h400/IMG_5759.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Upper Terraces Loop Trail winds around this travertine terrace formation.</td></tr></tbody></table> <div> ****<br /><p> 2. Blacktail Plateau Ski/Snowshoe Trail. This groomed 8 mile trail follows open meadows and then descends into a spruce-fir forest.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQi43bYU6pG8xpfhH4bGlN8zZuHy1kXBp2PVhu9np7Dly1L-_WMZnHzFkhZ9GhXC1gC4YW5oeJ3s5Gs2gDzIRp_b8VkhS5YEc9eQbGOOEtQkoAdqpzsqy-3D35epvXAkS0JvcFzgQt8Q/s2048/IMG_5603.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQi43bYU6pG8xpfhH4bGlN8zZuHy1kXBp2PVhu9np7Dly1L-_WMZnHzFkhZ9GhXC1gC4YW5oeJ3s5Gs2gDzIRp_b8VkhS5YEc9eQbGOOEtQkoAdqpzsqy-3D35epvXAkS0JvcFzgQt8Q/w400-h300/IMG_5603.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We traveled only a short distance in the open meadow. <br />Tim snowshoed along the edge while I skied.<br /><br /><br />****</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> 3. Tower Fall Trail. This trail ascends a gradual slope to Tower Fall and Campground.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPLXojRWoa87fPJfkNd5tRC9HQM3j7asiEViddmuyEUcM_3k-j7BLZ3AOSHcCBh9uXZbsjHcllM3d_CtftAjQgilyFrbOlTVQ2lYA9ssiUedAOfy_XZjOhCXPJUu3uRSCxpCVZM2NOrQ/s2048/IMG_5703.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPLXojRWoa87fPJfkNd5tRC9HQM3j7asiEViddmuyEUcM_3k-j7BLZ3AOSHcCBh9uXZbsjHcllM3d_CtftAjQgilyFrbOlTVQ2lYA9ssiUedAOfy_XZjOhCXPJUu3uRSCxpCVZM2NOrQ/w400-h300/IMG_5703.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skiing the Tower Fall Trail. Notice two bison grazing in the distance<br />to the left of the trail. The Park Service requires visitors to remain 25 yards <br />from Bison and other large animals, and 100 yards from wolves and bears.<br /><br />****</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div> 4. Trout Lake Trail. This trail is more easily snowshoed than skied. During the summer season a steady stream of tourists crowds this trail on their way to the lake—renowned for its trout fishing. On a January afternoon—save for a lone bison grazing in the forest—we had this trail to ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXa_VxPLgvZboOzBdRLZ8z-bZUVPm3c1q1taWviBYQFvEFC7xZbhwObXG928U4hxD1ebaUeQOYllsQBFZyHlUuuc8DnoDSDaXX9b-PIyrf3At_hjmYfZVQqlIr2tIpse9RXNNjClKJ48s/s2048/IMG_5650.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXa_VxPLgvZboOzBdRLZ8z-bZUVPm3c1q1taWviBYQFvEFC7xZbhwObXG928U4hxD1ebaUeQOYllsQBFZyHlUuuc8DnoDSDaXX9b-PIyrf3At_hjmYfZVQqlIr2tIpse9RXNNjClKJ48s/w400-h300/IMG_5650.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the Trout Lake Trail.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqQ9l0gvT18dOWREQHUjk1dEZvlnurhe0kWIZIb1XaFgZEHfyrgUS2ZkS7lM7fv7GwTJfjdPBgcdpR-D4fXzZACReTHkueDTfymsGm46fLxtd3sIKtFo8gHOTM-cZqPvKubEtBDp3pgU/s2048/IMG_5651.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqQ9l0gvT18dOWREQHUjk1dEZvlnurhe0kWIZIb1XaFgZEHfyrgUS2ZkS7lM7fv7GwTJfjdPBgcdpR-D4fXzZACReTHkueDTfymsGm46fLxtd3sIKtFo8gHOTM-cZqPvKubEtBDp3pgU/w400-h300/IMG_5651.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim crosses a bridge at the west end of Trout Lake.<br /><br />****</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> 5. Pebble Creek Box Canyon. This very short trail leads from Pebble Creek Campground (closed in winter) into a stunning box canyon. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JKQtMuNHKbSBbrszp1wGITOY7dQwRB56rzlFbJLUGn_RxbvC5QqAgQ9aHRGAjmqBv3ST8QCoFzF0nG_XTaOpTBzedD-YTwxErSP78UY2v_TZpbQf0Lf9R0HGdexfyIxWZDuwZyzcGiA/s2048/IMG_5723.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JKQtMuNHKbSBbrszp1wGITOY7dQwRB56rzlFbJLUGn_RxbvC5QqAgQ9aHRGAjmqBv3ST8QCoFzF0nG_XTaOpTBzedD-YTwxErSP78UY2v_TZpbQf0Lf9R0HGdexfyIxWZDuwZyzcGiA/w300-h400/IMG_5723.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We snowshoed into the canyon until a tangle of deadfall blocked our path.<br /><br />****</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> 6. Barronette Trail. This trail, in the northeastern-most section of the park, is a 3.5 mile section of the Old Cooke City road. The trail lies mostly in conifer forests beneath Barronette Peak.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi-9G2rN1AFXztv2yciS3vI3h3MDK2oHn6Tzr5URoDD0oskZnfDG8G131MyS4r0J58KrZg-iNh0DFb1NhpU6R3GoLb9Zs5kVeNsgSusKIORAXjCZt6d9tTrnN116sa8pgChiw7Jdh5Tk/s2048/DSCN1923.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi-9G2rN1AFXztv2yciS3vI3h3MDK2oHn6Tzr5URoDD0oskZnfDG8G131MyS4r0J58KrZg-iNh0DFb1NhpU6R3GoLb9Zs5kVeNsgSusKIORAXjCZt6d9tTrnN116sa8pgChiw7Jdh5Tk/w300-h400/DSCN1923.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orange blazes (tree on the right) mark this trail.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ8zMO11jo4L8nGX12o6sMnRMrambB8skK0TIfj2J20cMdgoAHCiNdYx1pAh6oIEGKyAzauawr6wuFCWQVu8wnY7YfgwRp24H0sCjektYQoCp20HVO1p3bFfWTsnNXEn9N0egR-gUTug/s2048/IMG_5738.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQ8zMO11jo4L8nGX12o6sMnRMrambB8skK0TIfj2J20cMdgoAHCiNdYx1pAh6oIEGKyAzauawr6wuFCWQVu8wnY7YfgwRp24H0sCjektYQoCp20HVO1p3bFfWTsnNXEn9N0egR-gUTug/w400-h300/IMG_5738.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the Barronette Trail.<br /><br />****</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> Do tourists visit Yellowstone in winter? Yes, they do. Snowmobilers and wildlife photographers "crowd" some sections of the park. Less popular are the trails through meadows and forests. Perhaps this post will inspire others to experience solitude while exploring Yellowstone's winter wonders. </p><p><br /></p></div>One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-71077870092090653492021-01-04T15:10:00.012-08:002021-01-04T19:08:16.527-08:00A Snowshoe Outing in Southeast Utah's Ashley National Forest<p> One advantage to living in Price, Utah is the ability to find snow—somewhere—all winter long. No snow in town? Hop in the car and drive to the top of the nearest mountain. </p><p> Last week Tim, Annie and I snowshoed Gray Head Peak Trail at Indian Canyon Summit in the Ashley National Forest, half an hour from our house. To reach the summit—at 9100 feet elevation—a long, winding, and sometimes treacherous drive is required. But it’s all worth it to arrive at this winter wonderland destination.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjhY88Gzo6CUhSu-ptGD5GTZFhvVEuRYAkEzq1SRJt4vuQ2pg17I8YPXUpl6gx971_iR41iSPW_GiP4fDh_GL8fKhzcEd5ngwWjenpOXRXxYbSZmm1Nvg5LNhIyD-OrgaXntI7rITU8I/s2048/IMG_5490.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjhY88Gzo6CUhSu-ptGD5GTZFhvVEuRYAkEzq1SRJt4vuQ2pg17I8YPXUpl6gx971_iR41iSPW_GiP4fDh_GL8fKhzcEd5ngwWjenpOXRXxYbSZmm1Nvg5LNhIyD-OrgaXntI7rITU8I/w400-h300/IMG_5490.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> Annie is a happy dog who loves all sorts of adventures. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">But I think she’s at her happiest </span><span style="text-align: left;">when dashing through the snow.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PVrvwbkRaTWVcScoSRO8T285ytKKJnl4tmDHpHKfU9w5TvrV_G46GYiCErnRR_VzFXbqUs9rl9dEjlXd9oJtW9j8YdxXbny5AgRXQzlBiQRdTPLenaREfk4sOSyEWv5rwkIJ1-souCI/s2048/DSCN1892.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PVrvwbkRaTWVcScoSRO8T285ytKKJnl4tmDHpHKfU9w5TvrV_G46GYiCErnRR_VzFXbqUs9rl9dEjlXd9oJtW9j8YdxXbny5AgRXQzlBiQRdTPLenaREfk4sOSyEWv5rwkIJ1-souCI/w400-h300/DSCN1892.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;">Gray Head Summit (center) is straight ahead. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">From this point it’s another 3.5 miles to the summit. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I’ve never made it that far but this trail is a rewarding one—no matter how far you go.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_8qk82yDFaE6WJhzo7E426cE4W7gI4kCwqMxOWg-qlYxCK7vYgvC8TyOYFxiPqIUndaGgac_9yp4UdphfvyGYlvp1bdsEtIzkxoBla_8JFcVUcs91Kfix4FUCdJHfJ_oUnJ3wjarUak/s2048/IMG_5493.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_8qk82yDFaE6WJhzo7E426cE4W7gI4kCwqMxOWg-qlYxCK7vYgvC8TyOYFxiPqIUndaGgac_9yp4UdphfvyGYlvp1bdsEtIzkxoBla_8JFcVUcs91Kfix4FUCdJHfJ_oUnJ3wjarUak/w400-h300/IMG_5493.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p> Trail magic is the name for those unexpected delights you discover while walking in the wilds. In the Ashley National Forest on Indian Canyon Summit trail magic is supplied by a couple of old-time "Mountain Men" named Steve Fischer and John McCurdy. </p><p> Steve and John have been hiking and cross-country skiing the mountain top for decades and long ago they decided the trails could use rest stops along the way—sheltered places to set up camp, or simply to build an afternoon campfire, rest on a large log, and revel in quiet and solitude.</p><p> While hiking Gray Head Peak trail last summer I discovered one of these hiker's havens set off the trail in a small group of trees. </p><p> "Who built this?" I asked my hiking companions.</p><p> "That would be McCurdy," they replied. "He's old-school, a real mountain man, skis on wooden skis, carries a bota bag of wine, builds campfires in the woods."</p><p> Last week, as Tim and I prepared to snowshoe Gray Head trail a beat-up pickup truck pulled in to the trailhead and a lean, white-haired gentleman emerged. He retrieved a pair of old wooden skis from the bed of his truck. </p><p> Seeing the wooden skis (but no leather bag of wine) I had to ask: "Are you John McCurdy? I heard you built the fire pit up on the mountain."</p><p> "No, I'm Steve Fischer," was the reply. "John and I are friends and he's the more flamboyant of us, the one people remember. But yeah, I'm the one who mostly built that fire pit, and several others in the mountains around here. John and I have skied almost every square foot of these mountains and we never tire of the fresh air and the views."</p><p> "So then <i>you're</i> the original mountain man," I said.</p><p> "Well, I don't know about that, but I sure would have loved to have been alive in 1850 and explored this area back then."</p><p> "Did you cut the logs for benches?" I said.</p><p> "Yep, and every year—after the hunters have gone—I haul a load of firewood up here for the pits."</p><p> "Thanks for taking care of these mountains."</p><p> "Oh, sure," said Steve. "Hey, you should come up here sometime to snowshoe or ski when the moon is full. It's magical. Well, have a good time out there today."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUB4h06cHQh0TemHazJkh3kv8rFwzn1cBVtI_TapNlkhlsPJlOuGlXwjm4H2zUZ9opbMnNxH5bn7fSnFpYt2PhaTb1dJJkYe-aa15hbyow3vocnzOTlKrN-qF4cKAYbXyyECUl8sH1B8Y/s2048/IMG_5500.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUB4h06cHQh0TemHazJkh3kv8rFwzn1cBVtI_TapNlkhlsPJlOuGlXwjm4H2zUZ9opbMnNxH5bn7fSnFpYt2PhaTb1dJJkYe-aa15hbyow3vocnzOTlKrN-qF4cKAYbXyyECUl8sH1B8Y/w300-h400/IMG_5500.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">We <i>did</i> have a good time out there. And maybe we'll take Steve's advice and return on a full-moon night, to snowshoe this mountain top by magical moonlight. </span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-65937836512810721492020-11-20T16:37:00.002-08:002020-11-20T18:42:13.890-08:00Medicine Lodge Archeological Site State Historic Park, near Hyattville, Wyoming<p> First impressions can be fickle. Like a novel which begins with an enchanting opening line, only to deliver an uninspiring, boring tale. Or the log-cabin cafe in the mountains that at first glance appears appealing, and then dishes a dreadful, tasteless meal.</p><p> First impressions, however, can also be the other way ‘round...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1sAoLxnn6nnrGdpFDof0QxwrJbkIU76j4n2PghyZwtQusG4Yjz5Ib3wzqIekyZrFOjtBuuh0W8w3nXY6RpE6qhrSpI-Ibz-5WpCJYEDXMazwKLpnDJh2fQ4E8aYfOY4qfr9ZQKxhZbo/s2048/IMG_4648.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1sAoLxnn6nnrGdpFDof0QxwrJbkIU76j4n2PghyZwtQusG4Yjz5Ib3wzqIekyZrFOjtBuuh0W8w3nXY6RpE6qhrSpI-Ibz-5WpCJYEDXMazwKLpnDJh2fQ4E8aYfOY4qfr9ZQKxhZbo/w400-h300/IMG_4648.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p> “We drove all the way here for this?” My frustration is evident as we pull into our reserved campsite at Medicine Lodge Campground. An outhouse sits directly across the lane from our site. Beyond that three house-sized travel trailers host a large family gathering. Kids splash in Medicine Lodge Creek and race their bikes on the dirt road, creating dust and noise. Adults hoot and holler as they listen to Grandpa’s stories. </p><p> The campground is located miles from anywhere in a high desert prairie. Medicine Lodge Creek, which flows through the campground, has its origins in the Big Horn Mountains to the northeast and its cold waters support a healthy population of trout. A designated wildlife habitat area, dinosaur tracks, archeological dig sites, and a wilderness study area surround our oasis in the desert. </p><p> The boisterous city park atmosphere however, is antithetical to the wilderness setting I had expected.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjqKVRCW1h3-eWJ_QLRU8r3Q1YjfcsGu9dMv8ibB6xQKuJ4DsBnucTuycrsavKgXrh1UYE1HuT4nfZTiu4eIrzan4nTr8-XbYqTYjJnzU1ZcbNeN6bnVnj99m2MnlUJvM54Xv7nsdm_Y/s2048/IMG_4628.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjqKVRCW1h3-eWJ_QLRU8r3Q1YjfcsGu9dMv8ibB6xQKuJ4DsBnucTuycrsavKgXrh1UYE1HuT4nfZTiu4eIrzan4nTr8-XbYqTYjJnzU1ZcbNeN6bnVnj99m2MnlUJvM54Xv7nsdm_Y/w400-h300/IMG_4628.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This creekside boardwalk trail is well away from the group campsite.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> After setting up camp it’s time to stop complaining and begin exploring our “home” for the next couple of days. We walk the creekside trail, immersing ourselves in the riparian habitat. Then we visit the campground’s main attraction—a 750 foot-long rock wall filled with pictographs and petroglyphs. The 2000 year-old rock art includes etchings and paintings of shield-bearing warriors, grizzly bears, bison and elk, and also abstract symbols.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwZk5PvZpibQ81UmZioqMZ5o5e9kpSVnhmtXIEyFc6zYyTTDeV5boeN5LbtTfOFwBkb3ab_TfA2yj4wXfU_YBcgAi3oHdd8HVe5FFGHz2tXL51X9hb6K5Yl8Vk2y3dvZ6gejUa-uiYE4/s2048/IMG_4642.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwZk5PvZpibQ81UmZioqMZ5o5e9kpSVnhmtXIEyFc6zYyTTDeV5boeN5LbtTfOFwBkb3ab_TfA2yj4wXfU_YBcgAi3oHdd8HVe5FFGHz2tXL51X9hb6K5Yl8Vk2y3dvZ6gejUa-uiYE4/w400-h300/IMG_4642.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The imposing rock wall doubles as an artist's canvas.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-tSozYiWbYXGM7iLAbGn5QtHSciTistnK5NfZ2ERdR9cJVcgsIGgSxhTkVgvctm5n1XPH_epO2Sb1lfalvo2ufCqEJ0dAO924eaMnGgRyHT50rfyLcDqyzIiVyHm8SMV3tuMi-mlK7Y/s2048/IMG_4637.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-tSozYiWbYXGM7iLAbGn5QtHSciTistnK5NfZ2ERdR9cJVcgsIGgSxhTkVgvctm5n1XPH_epO2Sb1lfalvo2ufCqEJ0dAO924eaMnGgRyHT50rfyLcDqyzIiVyHm8SMV3tuMi-mlK7Y/w400-h300/IMG_4637.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shield-bearing warriors etched into the wall.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> The more we explore, the less annoyed I am by our noisy neighbors. Tim fishes Medicine Lodge Creek in a remote desert basin north of the campground and proclaims it the best fishing of the summer. And just like that, the frolicking kids downstream are forgotten.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYj6BOfpvU4uubZqcBOy6RRJaIlSQkC_ZsOWejYLKiCOxSMOnW-9uP3GbHYYUk-3Drs1hrIhJHabtnLDv1vjO442B21ATvuCgZsX82wk-5hEmDbfbEWp82AvgqLzU1dJxHaFa5wmYUp3Y/s2048/IMG_4634.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1094" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYj6BOfpvU4uubZqcBOy6RRJaIlSQkC_ZsOWejYLKiCOxSMOnW-9uP3GbHYYUk-3Drs1hrIhJHabtnLDv1vjO442B21ATvuCgZsX82wk-5hEmDbfbEWp82AvgqLzU1dJxHaFa5wmYUp3Y/w214-h400/IMG_4634.jpeg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim caught brown and cutthroat trout in Medicine Lodge Creek.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> Our neighbors pull out on day two, hauling their homes behind them. All is quiet. The following morning I listen to a variety of bird song in the cottonwoods, accompanied by the melodic, bubbling stream.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZkRSW7lCnME7NfQCxl1Au9Sxy8LANatnld-0SABxzVjgo5sslX6UGRYL_mY5xBMn5Jqsqst5AdozCWuYbkghYXD0Ma_civQpnTa3lWH0s6evD2sKLxkUfLIp9If6I1FVBbwSQZqGb4E/s2048/IMG_4631.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZkRSW7lCnME7NfQCxl1Au9Sxy8LANatnld-0SABxzVjgo5sslX6UGRYL_mY5xBMn5Jqsqst5AdozCWuYbkghYXD0Ma_civQpnTa3lWH0s6evD2sKLxkUfLIp9If6I1FVBbwSQZqGb4E/w400-h300/IMG_4631.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evening campfire in our cozy campsite.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> First impressions can be wrong indeed! Our conversation around the campfire on our final night is filled with reflection and contrition. </p><p> Medicine Lodge Archeological Site is one of Wyoming’s special places. Unlike a boring novel or a dreadful cafe, my experience here has left me eager for the next chapter and hungry for more. I will return.</p><div><br /></div>One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-72840009339311807132020-10-24T12:40:00.007-07:002020-10-27T09:10:05.577-07:00Scarecrows on Main, Price, Utah<p> The first annual 'Scarecrows On Main' contest is taking place this October in Price, Utah. Street lamps, doorways and storefronts on Main Street have been decorated by various businesses and organizations. </p><p> Below is a sampling of this season's contest entrants, photographed on a brilliant October afternoon.</p><p> I've chosen my picks for first, second and third place awards. Have a look at these scarecrow creations and judge for yourself.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJOU11eSERMDT3Ndb9pqv2cuAmmMhus00s2qBscassVk5XNuxBGHdUO3id6MB2Y61E0uRrwvNlwL5NsubN78K2X-uTeowNYO_8jMvCRxIZcnHBLvLi3_-aEFho7EQz_WWYYXvUi_QCM0/s2048/IMG_5061.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJOU11eSERMDT3Ndb9pqv2cuAmmMhus00s2qBscassVk5XNuxBGHdUO3id6MB2Y61E0uRrwvNlwL5NsubN78K2X-uTeowNYO_8jMvCRxIZcnHBLvLi3_-aEFho7EQz_WWYYXvUi_QCM0/w300-h400/IMG_5061.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the first time I've seen a beach/snorkeling scarecrow.<br />Could it be this business owner would rather be in Hawaii?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCd4Qvv_vLIlT1koiXWvkQpF8HO3QGs6LL99ZmgWfn425nTrxFK93BMEOoNzJeKA9Xawm_VBdq0mZIxvAgPqUWOk0kv613tYRqENf3TQB9-jrjisbANp_HmWEiljOOadv_olVIjwiS070/s2048/IMG_5072.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1352" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCd4Qvv_vLIlT1koiXWvkQpF8HO3QGs6LL99ZmgWfn425nTrxFK93BMEOoNzJeKA9Xawm_VBdq0mZIxvAgPqUWOk0kv613tYRqENf3TQB9-jrjisbANp_HmWEiljOOadv_olVIjwiS070/w264-h400/IMG_5072.jpeg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like the dia de los Muertos theme of this brightly attired scarecrow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6LCs3nhBbisOFPeVnzsB2az5De1WCqyhWDWdkpc7DocpDFkB_9gYiXM4x2Iy73MnwLTQr9RVZ0YcLWSqooN_1XbOf01lbrWas4_HxuOmZ81dvxM-yS4gtm2iDJeD1OX6d6m_wIenzCk/s2048/IMG_5062.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6LCs3nhBbisOFPeVnzsB2az5De1WCqyhWDWdkpc7DocpDFkB_9gYiXM4x2Iy73MnwLTQr9RVZ0YcLWSqooN_1XbOf01lbrWas4_HxuOmZ81dvxM-yS4gtm2iDJeD1OX6d6m_wIenzCk/w400-h300/IMG_5062.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How about a real "Crow scarecrow"? Makes sense to me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">And so I chose this avian scarecrow as my #3 pick.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimULYcNXfrf4jgmbvedeU1Ry-EG6VDrU57YICo2ZZMm90KNT5veHXHqGaXjjH0dAz0o1n7gvpKR4JhMNhtg0u9-8AxBZ80o6G8oOFmdIGaReqGIcwdTYxW4Oj76Xs2R2T5eW5BTxwk5G8/s2048/IMG_5075.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimULYcNXfrf4jgmbvedeU1Ry-EG6VDrU57YICo2ZZMm90KNT5veHXHqGaXjjH0dAz0o1n7gvpKR4JhMNhtg0u9-8AxBZ80o6G8oOFmdIGaReqGIcwdTYxW4Oj76Xs2R2T5eW5BTxwk5G8/w400-h300/IMG_5075.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, this one is truly creepy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQBzcfI79ak56BnbV1GFgGBY40iUpIexdhU683bAx3cXhPgHu1uUlLsUd94PDAnzwzXdFi99X5vVhHmzbc9e9IZuJKaq9usUjHXnr8wRV9ZsEYZvdZKa1r3EQ2oev9zRQcicFhtflajY/s2048/IMG_5081.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQBzcfI79ak56BnbV1GFgGBY40iUpIexdhU683bAx3cXhPgHu1uUlLsUd94PDAnzwzXdFi99X5vVhHmzbc9e9IZuJKaq9usUjHXnr8wRV9ZsEYZvdZKa1r3EQ2oev9zRQcicFhtflajY/w400-h300/IMG_5081.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Star Wars scarecrows in front of the library.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eZmeT50H0uLv2ELmx1NEdyWbA1g1gGpJ-J3ld7X85Dl5tqLjk0gR-Ai6obHH11Rqv0Dk8AEAYVu_d_cPCy5m_sgmIlidpVsKkmQGBJklhryGiJLbDI58iL24dNXGnYaOvZYIlbDjeA8/s2048/IMG_5067.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eZmeT50H0uLv2ELmx1NEdyWbA1g1gGpJ-J3ld7X85Dl5tqLjk0gR-Ai6obHH11Rqv0Dk8AEAYVu_d_cPCy5m_sgmIlidpVsKkmQGBJklhryGiJLbDI58iL24dNXGnYaOvZYIlbDjeA8/w300-h400/IMG_5067.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After reading 'Crow Scaring for Dummies' this one should have an advantage over the others.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">This is my #2 pick. I love an educated scarecrow. Love the boots too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bPPLsOx_x0Ef995FfjrFY4yqmJmO3b15kEOYrCXCnpJKsOs57ZcArnnM2YyL9QwVj-XYgnmGlKYlOJz0mgNJ8YIdEYboDgfKX0Os8_bhKH3_gRodiGbM9egUnZYlvLBaxrGAdnC0ZTM/s2048/IMG_5071.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bPPLsOx_x0Ef995FfjrFY4yqmJmO3b15kEOYrCXCnpJKsOs57ZcArnnM2YyL9QwVj-XYgnmGlKYlOJz0mgNJ8YIdEYboDgfKX0Os8_bhKH3_gRodiGbM9egUnZYlvLBaxrGAdnC0ZTM/w300-h400/IMG_5071.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The curse of Chucky?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8r4V-5vIASEX8U1eyCL8frFFwe_oFjyHsBJnkObrjYMzxlg-2atkm5qLNVbJfjail52mbc10pTikbQpNctTRhTno9HD5ykpxNvJ9pQd4lc8vjTBk4T0sQGAd0jig5NRElXJMxQTZNyYA/s2048/IMG_5155.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1905" data-original-width="2048" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8r4V-5vIASEX8U1eyCL8frFFwe_oFjyHsBJnkObrjYMzxlg-2atkm5qLNVbJfjail52mbc10pTikbQpNctTRhTno9HD5ykpxNvJ9pQd4lc8vjTBk4T0sQGAd0jig5NRElXJMxQTZNyYA/w400-h373/IMG_5155.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's a guy representing Bookcliff Workwear, dressed for the job.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbGKScbyZeCeyB52T_hqfSLhXaVUrT_zMcV3vIw1kvVR-hISJyMZQoKbG1nv8YPoVxcvbZx-1zXNks7717DmhwoBasMFOJoxNYu1yjMvFwrDM8taOqjzZ4HxHFqgSYAYD1lvV0cV1LJ4/s2048/IMG_5077.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1911" data-original-width="2048" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbGKScbyZeCeyB52T_hqfSLhXaVUrT_zMcV3vIw1kvVR-hISJyMZQoKbG1nv8YPoVxcvbZx-1zXNks7717DmhwoBasMFOJoxNYu1yjMvFwrDM8taOqjzZ4HxHFqgSYAYD1lvV0cV1LJ4/w400-h374/IMG_5077.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This foxy scarecrow in bird slippers stands outside the "Corner Coffee and Tea" shop. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FKUaDwWMBsbbtB8bFF39pamc1rnmFKN4w3eVdrqSM2xVYCKC2JhECXImq6MqJgJivslCK6mxmT7Mp7i32rLA5Cgr3i0fDgHKl1BdCXK4x_j-JGqh2BmVI9ojI6TWfXaEivP0AJFPGlk/s2048/IMG_5085.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1892" data-original-width="2048" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FKUaDwWMBsbbtB8bFF39pamc1rnmFKN4w3eVdrqSM2xVYCKC2JhECXImq6MqJgJivslCK6mxmT7Mp7i32rLA5Cgr3i0fDgHKl1BdCXK4x_j-JGqh2BmVI9ojI6TWfXaEivP0AJFPGlk/w400-h370/IMG_5085.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Dino Scarecrow is stationed in front of the USU Eastern Prehistoric Museum.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">It's my #1 pick. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The museum is a national treasure and features collections and exhibits focusing on specimens indigenous to the Price area. If you're ever in Price, check it out: <a href="https://eastern.usu.edu/museum/" rel="nofollow">https://eastern.usu.edu/museum/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Would you like to see more scarecrows? If so, check out these photos from the annual <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2018/10/scarecrow-bash-del-norte-colorado.html" rel="nofollow">Scarecrow Bash</a> in Del Norte, Colorado. <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div></div>One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-52229933932701191162020-09-29T15:38:00.005-07:002020-10-01T12:35:38.426-07:00A Taste of The Colorado and Continental Divide Trails near Lake City, Colorado<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWMIexSHUz9-d6YPkQ-Pb1EsYqPsrenAcuyF2BrwImZQV6ngA1QJOJstV4LXucL7uCXbEYtXP3ZYkbhxEctUkTwbf7w5lXTZfSVob8yQwEW29RUc7I12EaT7J5cfoMndWJ1yjNNTKb9o/s2048/IMG_4894.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWMIexSHUz9-d6YPkQ-Pb1EsYqPsrenAcuyF2BrwImZQV6ngA1QJOJstV4LXucL7uCXbEYtXP3ZYkbhxEctUkTwbf7w5lXTZfSVob8yQwEW29RUc7I12EaT7J5cfoMndWJ1yjNNTKb9o/w400-h300/IMG_4894.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p> The Colorado Trail (CT) meanders through The Colorado foothills and mountains for 486 miles from Denver to Durango. Over its length it shares the same path as the Continental Divide Trail (CDT) for 234 of those miles.</p><p> I've hiked in Colorado for decades but had never spent any time on either The CT or The CDT. During a recent vacation to Lake City, CO my husband Tim and I made up for lost time by sampling both trails simultaneously. </p><p> Seventeen miles southeast of Lake City The CT/CDT crosses Colorado Highway 149 at Spring Creek Pass. A large parking lot, picnic area and restroom make this an appealing spot to begin a hike in either direction on the trail. </p><p> ****</p><p>Segment 21 of the CT—San Luis Pass to Spring Creek Pass.</p><p> Tim and I hiked a few miles of this trail in the "opposite" direction (Spring Creek Pass to San Luis Pass) to an area just above treeline. This 14.8 mile segment is one of the most remote on the entire Colorado Trail. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3e2m50PuuOvPkwxjqtItj1iKfw3998rm4DxHQwzgUSnOmXIAgVo7RqdEPTL7wc7pZEzoJuFZYL-7QCHO8goJZ52CCEmmp621fQoZCLFSiBqxNTuSEMSFPWQx7deufll5JChrNXxiMRiM/s2048/IMG_4866.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3e2m50PuuOvPkwxjqtItj1iKfw3998rm4DxHQwzgUSnOmXIAgVo7RqdEPTL7wc7pZEzoJuFZYL-7QCHO8goJZ52CCEmmp621fQoZCLFSiBqxNTuSEMSFPWQx7deufll5JChrNXxiMRiM/w400-h300/IMG_4866.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A rest stop above treeline on The CT/CDT.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJ6bL9vMbQUS5zcRSCGIgSmYWWgCnwBaEQNJzh8ISD_EgQ1Ue77F_rWUf9_ZawZ5MdYXCOMANQpOd6fK6T6NCSpYuGrbVeIqXCB3J7PHJ30R3Xxc8l-kRwFXQKQYYVHOYfsyPKQVR0gA/s2048/IMG_4864.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJ6bL9vMbQUS5zcRSCGIgSmYWWgCnwBaEQNJzh8ISD_EgQ1Ue77F_rWUf9_ZawZ5MdYXCOMANQpOd6fK6T6NCSpYuGrbVeIqXCB3J7PHJ30R3Xxc8l-kRwFXQKQYYVHOYfsyPKQVR0gA/s320/IMG_4864.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Annie rests on an uphill section of Segment 21 of The Colorado Trail.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We always dress Annie in her day-glo orange vest during hunting season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyX_Va3InWj7hdFC60DvK-hkjjajrqA9vugmfqimQtXnrmJItiaDRHNpdRIwxp-DviISc4CyAEaX6nicCZl8ha-RGJpjEEFnryWwMKyghoccT8BgcfiT2BE0uq0W3XK9q6zAewx6yh7Y/s2048/IMG_4872.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyX_Va3InWj7hdFC60DvK-hkjjajrqA9vugmfqimQtXnrmJItiaDRHNpdRIwxp-DviISc4CyAEaX6nicCZl8ha-RGJpjEEFnryWwMKyghoccT8BgcfiT2BE0uq0W3XK9q6zAewx6yh7Y/w300-h400/IMG_4872.jpeg" width="300" /></a><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><p style="text-align: center;">The section of trail above shows beetle-killed spruce trees. Unfortunately much of the high-altitude forest has been destroyed by climate-change enabled beetle-kill. </p><p style="text-align: center;">****</p><p>Segment 22 of the CT—Spring Creek Pass to Carson Saddle.</p><p><span> <span> <span> This 17.2 mile segment of trail spends most of its time above treeline with sweeping mountain views, and reaches the high point of The Colorado Trail (13,271') at mile 15.6. Tim and I hiked a few miles one-way to an alpine meadow which provided a glorious setting for a lunch stop.</span></span></span></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5UwlwseM57U-nT1CRsLOgG0wNHvN0H1pIT2x1AS0iCe0iN6UGW5X3MXwyM55lP22dzuHodCbtj6KhyphenhyphenYT5q94Oz6VMvwW0ScDfB96WhAACd_2eFInGLUrFJHyzUv1wQV8IYD6tiDHiWk/s2048/IMG_4883.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5UwlwseM57U-nT1CRsLOgG0wNHvN0H1pIT2x1AS0iCe0iN6UGW5X3MXwyM55lP22dzuHodCbtj6KhyphenhyphenYT5q94Oz6VMvwW0ScDfB96WhAACd_2eFInGLUrFJHyzUv1wQV8IYD6tiDHiWk/w300-h400/IMG_4883.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This meadow is a perfect place to plant your poles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and sit down for lunch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLczbX9D3aoUowROnCJe9QPkIbgvX_TmqmgOOOFi_whKiC2ChdEojhAXLs7kZJrz-OnGFMLRA6hKz7Me_e7dB8DGtCKMF6bQ3coVJrAxpgZgY3tnonaKm_psIZ31YK41Xf2s4pINjDLIE/s2048/IMG_4908.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLczbX9D3aoUowROnCJe9QPkIbgvX_TmqmgOOOFi_whKiC2ChdEojhAXLs7kZJrz-OnGFMLRA6hKz7Me_e7dB8DGtCKMF6bQ3coVJrAxpgZgY3tnonaKm_psIZ31YK41Xf2s4pINjDLIE/w400-h300/IMG_4908.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our public lands are mostly multiple-use. We passed this shepherd and his flock while hiking on Segment 22 of The Colorado Trail.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAle0RSPNEhq_0ba7ZjvD8JLjRD3xv2cVs92N_RrFDKc8BPPflbVeuP600QLdtBPqiHzi3_sWeybbT4_8wb5TXEpjQF-Es9K0FhdObGNLQb03TOWsu9sCmpXJ-cw0437KMxu_p4APMIs/s2048/IMG_4914.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAle0RSPNEhq_0ba7ZjvD8JLjRD3xv2cVs92N_RrFDKc8BPPflbVeuP600QLdtBPqiHzi3_sWeybbT4_8wb5TXEpjQF-Es9K0FhdObGNLQb03TOWsu9sCmpXJ-cw0437KMxu_p4APMIs/w400-h300/IMG_4914.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The view across the valley—returning to Spring Creek Pass from our alpine meadow </div><div style="text-align: center;">lunch stop.</div><span><br /></span><p></p><p><span><span><span> ****</span></span></span></p><p> If you have an appetite for adventure, satiate it by adding all, or part, of these high-elevation trails to your menu.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPLoHfh3EHhgIf_sHRu6QK24pduJzLiAUXPdbJ1yY8e1U3OEJS3YPQDqdjBpjZgLDYpYInMlpqqF27MH8QrziN451d2kGLuRJMvLETUqTF7gl-G6oUvIiHCdOWVo0gd_YwBqgWeyxrYo/s2048/P9240029.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRPLoHfh3EHhgIf_sHRu6QK24pduJzLiAUXPdbJ1yY8e1U3OEJS3YPQDqdjBpjZgLDYpYInMlpqqF27MH8QrziN451d2kGLuRJMvLETUqTF7gl-G6oUvIiHCdOWVo0gd_YwBqgWeyxrYo/w400-h300/P9240029.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Silver Street, Lake City, CO on a late September morning.</div><p> The town of Lake City has been designated an Official CDT Gateway Town and offers free shuttle service to and from Spring Creek Pass. In the quaint mountain town you'll find lodging, showers, two grocery stores, a brew pub, and various eateries.</p>One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-71527462484641925942020-08-11T16:55:00.000-07:002020-08-12T09:11:15.249-07:00Outlaw Cave Campground, Wyoming: Livin' in the Wild, Wild, West <br />
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Butch Cassidy and his Wild Bunch used Outlaw Cave as a hideout to stash stolen money and cattle during their fugitive days in the late 1800s.<br />
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One hundred and thirty years later Outlaw Cave Campground retains that Wild West spirit.</div>
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After setting up camp Tim and I walked the premises, searching for the trail into the canyon leading to the Middle Fork of the Powder River. We passed a neighboring campsite and spied a young man reading in the shade of his pickup truck.<br />
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"Where's the trail to the river?", Tim asked. "And how's the fishing?" <br />
"Right across the way", he said. "The fishing here is great. It's my favorite place on earth."<br />
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As the young man stood to face us we noticed a hand gun strapped prominently to his chest. <br />
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We returned to our campsite where we met another camper, a gentleman from North Dakota.<br />
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"Will you two be hiking into the canyon?", he asked. "My knees are too bad to make the trek, but when my wife hiked down to the river yesterday I sent "The Judge" along with her." <br />
"The Judge" by the way, is a short-barrel revolver, capable of firing both shotgun and pistol ammo.<br />
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Are these folks expecting The Hole in the Wall Gang to reappear? Do they have their own stolen goods to protect? No.<br />
"There's bear and mountain lion around here", said Mr. North Dakota. (By way of explanation for all this open-carrying, I presume.)<br />
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Our plan for tomorrow is to hike into the canyon to the river; we'll take our chances with the lions and the bears. Humans are more of a threat in the backcountry than wildlife and, in any case, we wouldn't consider taking firearms into the wilderness.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could these caves by the river be the ones used by Butch Cassidy to stash<br />
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The following morning, under crystalline blue skies, we hiked the trail to the river—no bears, lions, or outlaws in sight. Tim fished for several hours while I hiked back to our campsite to relax on the plateau overlooking the gorge.<br />
Tim returned in the mid-afternoon and reported fantastic fishing in the pristine, remote waters of the Middle Fork of the Powder. A little later our neighbor from North Dakota walked by camp.<br />
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"How was your day in the canyon?", he asked. "Did you have your guns?"<br />
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It's been a long time since outlaws inhabited the isolated high plains and steep-walled canyons of north-central Wyoming. <br />
But, if Butch Cassidy and his gang ever return to this region of the Wild West, the gun-totin' campers in Outlaw Cave Campground will be ready for them.<br />
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(Green tent, white vehicle.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Overview of Outlaw Cave Campground from the rocky outcrop above our site.<br />
Outlaw Cave Trailhead is near the car parked at the center of the photo.<br />
The campground is remote; the nearest town, Kaycee, is 26 miles away<br />
and boasts a population of 274 people.</td></tr>
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-27235850129401779992020-05-31T18:02:00.002-07:002020-06-29T12:22:03.063-07:00One Day in America's Top 10 Social Distancing Destinations <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All alone in the universe. Hiking with a friend near Horsethief Canyon Trail<br />
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Summer travel season is here, and so is the coronavirus. We Americans have grown weary of COVID-19, but the virus hasn’t tired of us. Uncertainty and unpredictability face travelers this year and the summer of 2020 may be unlike any other in our lifetimes.<br />
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Jet-setting across the globe is now difficult at best and dangerous at worst. As a result people all over this country are warming to the idea of domestic discovery.<br />
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For nine years this blog, <i>One Day in America</i>, has promoted travel in the United States. In this post, I’ve chosen to re-visit 10 stories from favorite places where social distancing is not the exception, but the rule.<br />
Here then, are my top picks for fun and adventure in lightly-visited locales.<br />
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1. <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-one-at-swan-lake-cabin-in-alaskas.html">Swan Lake Cabin in Alaska's Kenai Peninsula.</a> <br />
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This may be the most socially distant place I've ever been. And one of the most enchanting. One caveat to visiting the Kenai Peninsula—a flight is most likely required to get to Alaska. Also a float plane is the best way to access this cabin. However, for the hardy, this cabin may be reached by backpacking the Resurrection Pass Trail in the Kenai Peninsula.<br />
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2. <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/10/crystal-lake-trail-near-lake-city.html">Crystal Lake Trail, Lake City, Colorado.</a> <br />
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3. <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2012/06/powderhorn-lakes-trail-colorado.html">Powderhorn Lakes Trail, north of Lake City, Colorado</a>.<br />
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Crystal Lake Trail is located in a county with 900 year-round residents. The trail is easily accessed from the town of Lake City, the only incorporated town in the county.<br />
Powderhorn Lakes Trail is 20 miles north of Lake City in the Powderhorn Wilderness.<br />
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Both Powderhorn Lakes and Crystal Lake offer fishing and backcountry camping; the likelihood of seeing others is practically nil.<br />
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Update on the above trails: Last week (June 2020) I hiked both Crystal Lake and Powderhorn Lakes Trails. The once lush spruce/fir forests above 11,000 feet in elevation now consist of mostly dead trees, all beetle-killed as a result of increasingly warm winters and longer summers. <br />
The lakes themselves are still gems, however be apprised of entire hillsides of dead trees on the Powderhorn Lakes Trail and of deadfall across the trail in some spots. <br />
The Crystal Lake trail makes its way uphill through a still-healthy aspen and ponderosa pine forest—and views from the trail are spectacular—however the lakeshore at 11,700 feet is surrounded by mostly dead spruce/fir trees. <br />
Scenic backcountry campsites are still available at both lakes, in open meadows away from the dead trees.<br />
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4. <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2015/05/sand-wash-herd-management-area-in.html">Sand Wash Herd Management Area, Moffit County, Colorado.</a> <br />
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You have to be a fan of wild horses for this one. And you have to be prepared for travel in a 4,751 square mile county (four times the size of Rhode Island) containing 13,287 people. Definitely a place to get away from it all.<br />
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5. <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/06/backpacking-st-joe-river-wilderness.html">The St. Joe River Wilderness in Idaho.</a> <br />
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It's been over a decade since Tim and I have been to the St. Joe River Wilderness so I can't speak for 2020, but we camped there for three days in July one year, and didn't see another person the entire time.<br />
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6. <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2014/05/price-canyon-recreation-area-near-price.html">Price Canyon Recreation Area, Price, Utah.</a> <br />
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I have hiked Price Canyon Rec many times and friends have camped there. The campground is beautiful but lonely and, in 17 years of hiking the Bristlecone Pine Trail, I've encountered maybe five other people on the trail (other than the people I'm hiking with, of course.)<br />
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7. <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-november-hike-in-san-rafael-swell-of.html">Horse Thief Canyon Trail, in The San Rafael Swell, Utah.</a> <br />
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I admit it. Finding this trailhead is a little tricky. A few miles north of the junction of US 6 and Interstate 70 is a dirt road turn-off to the west. The first right turn on this dirt road takes you several miles to the trailhead. It's unlikely you'll see others on this trail.<br />
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8. <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2019/04/avintaquin-campground-in-ashley.html">Avintaquin Campground in the Ashley National Forest, Utah.</a><br />
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If you're looking for a campground that is never full, even during the 4th of July holiday, this is your place. The high alpine setting makes this the perfect place to cool off during the summer heat.<br />
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9. <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2013/07/bread-and-puppet-museum-glover-vermont.html">The Bread and Puppet Museum in Glover, Vermont.</a><br />
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This fantastical museum is so worth visiting that I would recommend it even if other (masked) people were there—which they weren't when I toured it in July of 2014. As a matter of fact after leaving Burlington and Lake Champlain behind, most of northern Vermont was devoid of people.<br />
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10. <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2011/07/born-in-iowa-you-could-be-famous.html"> Famous Iowans Birthplaces.</a><br />
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Yes, even Iowa made it into the top ten. While I can't vouch for the "safety" of motels near these Iowa towns, and I'm not sure about the locations or plenitude of Iowa campgrounds, what I can vouch for are the little-traveled backroads and the absence of crowds at these birthplaces and museums. You might even discover that you rather like touring in rural Iowa.<br />
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Honorable Mention:<br />
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<a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2017/07/great-basin-national-parks-untrampled.html">Great Basin National Park.</a><br />
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Due to COVID-19 I might not be visiting any National Parks this year, but if I were to travel to a National Park it would be Great Basin. Campgrounds may fill on holiday weekends but otherwise you should have your pick of campsites, and your pick of untravelled trails in this magnificent park.<br />
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<a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2016/02/sand-creek-massacre-national-historic.html">Southeastern Colorado.</a><br />
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The link above will take you to Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site—a locale with one of the saddest histories of any site in the entire National Park Service.<br />
There is much to see and do in Southeastern Colorado and not many people seeing and doing it, at least not in September of 2015 when I toured the area. The Comanche National Grasslands offers birding, Bent's Old Fort National Historic Site is a re-created 1840s trading post, and on a ranger-led tour of Picketwire Canyon near La Junta you can walk where Sauropods trod, in the longest set of dinosaur tracks in the United States.<br />
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Humans are a social species, and being asked to stay away from others is difficult for us.<br />
All the locations above are places where you and your loved ones can experience solitude—and perhaps discover a bit of inner peace as well—in these trying times.<br />
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-46111972091240304082020-04-07T13:39:00.000-07:002020-04-07T13:39:33.457-07:00Searching for Rainbows During Viral Times Last Friday, April 3rd, was "National Find a Rainbow Day". These past few days I've searched my digital photos for rainbow pictures I've taken over the years.<br />
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Rainbows are considered an international symbol of hope and so, if it's raining where you are today—either literally or figuratively—don't stop searching for rainbows.<br />
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-71307862187152356402020-02-09T10:31:00.001-08:002020-02-10T08:14:03.018-08:00Ruby's Inn Cross Country Ski Trails—Bordering Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah Location. Location. Location.<br />
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The year: 1916. <br />
The place: South-western Utah, where Ruby and Minnie Syrett decided to shake off the dust of their small town and search for a place to call their own.<br />
Without the benefit of Realty signs pinpointing desirable locations to settle, they picked a broad open meadow bordering a pine forest, literally "in the middle of nowhere".<br />
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One day a neighbor stopped by and asked Ruby and Minnie if they had ever traveled a mile south of their property to see, as he called it: "Just a big hole in the ground." No they had not. <br />
"Well," said the neighbor, "It's worth seeing."<br />
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So one Sunday afternoon Ruby and Minnie hitched their horse and buggy and ventured out to see this "hole in the ground".<br />
Here's what they saw:<br />
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And, just like that, Ruby, Minnie and their young family had hit the location jackpot. <br />
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In 1920 Ruby built a lodge to accommodate visitors. In 1928 Bryce Canyon became a National Park. And by the late 1920s Ruby's Inn had become a vacation destination.<br />
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Today, Ruby's and Minnie's grandchildren and great-grandchildren run the place and—in my opinion—it's become a rather kitschy tourist trap. However, every winter Ruby's Inn grooms a network of cross-country ski trails on the boundary of Bryce Canyon National Park.<br />
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The Ruby's Inn Nordic Area, with just under 17 miles of mostly beginner trails, is not particularly challenging or large. <br />
But the location? It can't be beat.<br />
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These views from the Ruby's Inn ski trails illustrate why it's one of my favorite winter destinations:</div>
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-39105422494786071782019-12-06T17:19:00.002-08:002020-03-26T12:26:52.770-07:00Joy and Wonder in the Nevada Desert<div style="text-align: center;">
Our day in Great Basin National Park was not going exactly as planned.<br />
A good news/bad news scenario awaited:</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> The good news: We woke to a glorious blue-sky framing the mountains above our </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span style="white-space: pre;">campsite </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span style="white-space: pre;">in </span></span><span style="white-space: pre;">Wheeler Peak Campground and, after breakfast and coffee by the campfire, </span><br />
<span style="white-space: pre;">drove </span><span style="white-space: pre;">into </span><span style="white-space: pre;">the </span><span style="white-space: pre;">backcountry for sightseeing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The bad news: My Ford F-150's engine shut off after pulling out from our lunch stop at Baker Creek. Due to a malfunction in the key's computer chip, the engine no longer recognized the key. As a result the truck "thought" it was being stolen, and all systems were shut down. <br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I don't know about you, but I prefer my truck's engine not to do its own thinking.<br />
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The good news: We had cell service in this remote location, and AAA arranged for a tow truck to pick us up.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The bad news: It would be a five hour wait for the nearest available tow truck to arrive. <br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The good news: During the long wait my sisters, nephew and I would have time to hike the Baker Creek Trail, as previously planned.<br />
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The bad news: As we began our hike thunderstorms rolled in, trapping us in the truck for our five hour wait.<br />
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The bad news: The nearest service station was 70 miles away in Ely, Nevada, where we would have to spend the night and have a new key re-programmed in the morning.<br />
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And now… the very good news: After turning west toward Ely on lonely Highway 50 the tow truck driver and we four weary passengers let out a collective gasp as we came upon this breathtaking scene:<br />
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A horizon-to-horizon double rainbow! Our driver stopped the truck and we all jumped out to gape at and to photograph this amazing phenomenon.</div>
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During all my years of outdoor exploration I’ve never been witness to a such a wondrous sight, and likely never will be again. That evening in the Ely Holiday Inn—far from our campsite in the national park—we four travelers agreed that the day’s travails and misfortunes had all been worth it, for that once-in-a-lifetime experience of joy and wonder in the Nevada desert.<br />
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Fifty years ago old Mr. Miller arrived at our community swim club, slipped into the shallow end of the pool, swam a few yards to the deep end and turned over on his back. He closed his eyes, rested his hands on his belly and floated. And floated. And floated some more.<br />
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And so we kids, being kids, did everything in our power to disturb his repose. We dove in next to him, swam under him, and splashed beside him. And still old Mr. Miller floated, peaceful and calm as could be. "Dead Man's Float" we called it.<br />
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An hour later—and still very much alive—old Mr. Miller turned onto his tummy, swam to the shallow end and climbed out. He toweled off, walked through the gate and drove away, never acknowledging us youngsters and our attempts to rattle him as he drifted about the pool. <i> How does he do it?, </i>we wondered.<br />
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The Old Man of Crater Lake is also a floating phenom. And, <i>how does he do it?</i> is a question that has long baffled scientists and observers. This old man is not human—he's a Hemlock log first spotted in 1886. He floats upright and traverses Crater Lake from side to side and end to end; every day finds The Old Man in a different spot than the day before. <br />
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Crater Lake is 6 miles in diameter from east to west and 4.5 miles<br />
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Many questions surround The Old Man. Where did he come from? Why hasn't he decayed? Why does he float upright instead of turning on his side as logs are prone to do? Mysterious indeed.<br />
At one point scientists wished to remove the Old Man to study him. But after taking a core sample to determine his age—a miraculous 400 years old—they decided to return him to the lake and leave him in peace. <br />
The above questions may never be answered and I find that somehow thrilling in this age of instant information. <br />
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Old Mr. Miller is probably long gone; may he rest in peace. Meanwhile The Old Man of Crater Lake floats on, traversing Crater Lake day-in and day-out as he has done for at least 133 years. And the enigma of The Old Man of Crater Lake endures.<br />
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Have you seen the Old Man? Crater Lake National Park offers guided boat tours of the lake, staffed by park service volunteers. You'll learn all about the volcanic eruption which created the lake. And, if you're lucky, you'll catch a glimpse of the Old Man.One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-79037659310527800982019-06-08T20:47:00.002-07:002019-06-09T12:51:28.557-07:00Congaree National Park, South Carolina<br />
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<b>Bottomland Hardwood Forest:</b> <i>a type of deciduous and evergreen hardwood forest found in US broad lowland floodplains along large rivers and lakes. These forests are occasionally flooded, which builds up the alluvial soils required for the gum, oak and bald cypress trees that typically grow in this type of biome.</i></blockquote>
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In the mid 19th century 35 million acres of Bottomland Hardwood Forest dominated the landscape from Virginia to Texas.<br />
But then came the settlers and lumber barons; in five decades virtually all of the old-growth forest was cut down—the lush forests transformed into farms, pastures and cities, and the timber sold for ships, buildings and railroads.<br />
We humans are remarkably efficient at destroying the natural world to suit our purposes.<br />
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Today, less than one percent of Old-growth Floodplain Forest remains; 11,000 acres of it is protected in Congaree National Park in South Carolina. <br />
Bordered by the Congaree River on its southern edge the park provides the perfect habitat for this lowland forest and, as such, contains the largest remnant of old-growth floodplain forest in the United States.<br />
Representative trees include Sweetgum, American Beech, Swamp Chestnut Oak, Bald Cypress and Loblolly Pine, with individual trees reaching heights of 150-200 feet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bald Cypress Trees. Notice the small stumps, known as Cypress "knees" alongside the trees.<br />
These "knees" function as both anchors and snorkels for the Cypress.<br />
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The diversity of plant and animal life in the tiny 26,000 acre park is astonishing; at the same time it's an atrocity that such a tiny remnant of this once-magnificent forest remains.<br />
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I didn't know a thing about bottomland hardwood forests until visiting Congaree National Park in May of 2019.<br />
And I didn't plan to become righteously indignant about the plight of old-growth trees in the south. Really. My intention was only to discover a lightly-visited national park I hadn't been to before. <br />
But after visiting this little-known gem of a park in South Carolina I can only hope to inspire others to raise their voices to protect old-growth groves—wherever they still exist.<br />
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-84594848213257527272019-04-03T15:48:00.000-07:002019-04-03T20:25:19.903-07:00Avintaquin Campground in the Ashley National Forest of Southeastern Utah For many years I drove by the turn-off for Avintaquin Campground and two questions came to mind:<br />
<i> What's up with the unusual name?</i> and, W<i>hat's it like to camp there?</i><br />
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According to the book <i>Native American Place Names of the United States </i>the word<i> </i>Avintaquin is "presumably from Ute, the translation is not clear". So the answer to the first question is basically an unknown.<br />
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To answer the second question I finally camped at Avintaquin, 15 years after first driving by that US Forest Service sign. What's it like? Splendid! <br />
And I now feel qualified to hazard a guess as to the Ute interpretation of Avintaquin. How about: "Where the Earth Touches Sun and Stars".<br />
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At an elevation of 9000 feet this campground-in-the-sky certainly embodies a heavenly spirit. The morning sun sets the tree-tops afire and the night sky glitters with starlight. Situated among towering Douglas Fir trees and quaking Aspens, the sites possess commanding views of rolling valleys and distant mountains.<br />
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Last summer our group of seven women and four dogs spent a dazzling June weekend in the group campsite at Avintaquin. Nighttime and early morning temperatures dipped below freezing but a blazing campfire provided warmth and good cheer.<br />
We had such a good time that we reserved the group campsite for the July 4th holiday this year.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The spaciousness of the group campsite was an attractive feature of this campground.<br />
Notice the large "kitchen", far removed from the sleeping quarters.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Temperatures drop in the early evening.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bring your dogs! <br />
Annie, Lucinda, Jax and Kala (left to right) had as good a time<br />
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Avintaquin is not really on the way to anywhere but that's part of its appeal—far from the madding crowds. If you've had enough of the mob scene in National Parks like Zion and Arches head for our National Forests. You might discover a hidden gem like Avintaquin Campground.<br />
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-46582983115564711112019-02-22T15:20:00.000-08:002019-02-22T22:24:04.379-08:00Rock Art of Nine Mile Canyon, Price, Utah<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been called The World's Longest Art Galley. Nine Mile Canyon cuts through the Book Cliffs Region and West Tavaputs Plateau of Eastern Utah, and the rock art it contains is intriguing and mysterious.<br />
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My curiosity is piqued when viewing The Great Hunt Panel. Who carved this? How long did it take? Was this done just to pass the time, or to convey information to passers-by? Is the figure between the sheep at the top of the panel a "god of the hunt"? Why is the hunter on the right—with bow and arrow—much larger than the hunters to the left and below him? A Dad and his sons hunting together perhaps? Why does a figure appear to be walking away from the hunt (lower right), and one of the sheep appear to be falling from the group?<br />
Part of the mystery of rock art is that we'll never know the answers to these questions. The Fremont Indians who carved these figures lived in the canyon from 900 to 1200 A.D and then disappeared.<br />
For one thousand years though, their outdoor artwork has endured.<br />
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Consider the panels below. In the first one a giant bison-like animal appears alongside smaller animals and a person or two. In the second one, people and animals are scattered about. And why is one person lying on his side? What are the scribblings between the two people and the animal in the center-right of the drawing? Are some of these chiselings just a type of ancient graffiti? Or could it be that the Fremont peoples continued to add to these al fresco drawings throughout their tenure in the canyon? More intrigue, more mystery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apparently, large buffalo used to live here. <br />
They were all exterminated by the European settlers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lot of incongruous activity is going on in this scene.</td></tr>
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Most people visit Nine Mile Canyon to see The Great Hunt Panel, but there are hundreds of rock art sites scattered along the canyon's 40 mile length. Why is a 40 mile long canyon named Nine Mile Canyon? The canyon is named for Nine Mile Creek, which cuts through it.<br />
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When visiting Nine Mile Canyon during the spring, summer or fall, bring along a picnic lunch and relax for awhile. The shaded picnic area provides the perfect spot for pondering the fascinating works within The World's Longest Art Gallery.<br />
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From Badwater Basin I travel the park’s undulating roller coaster roadways, making stops at The Artist’s Palette, Natural Bridge, Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes, and Mesquite Springs. During short hikes at each stop I guzzle more water and return to the comfort of my car. I now understand why this is not high visitation season in Death Valley. One upside: No crowds.<span class="s1"></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;"> Farmer's markets are all the rage. Every city and town seems to be vying for the title of </span><i style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;">Coolest 21st Century Farmer's Market</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;">, describing themselves with adjectives such as "organic" "original" and "artisan". But how about an authentic 18th Century Market? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;"> Central Market in Lancaster, Pennsylvania is the hands-down winner in all of the above categories, providing market-goers with <i>the</i> bona-fide farmer's market experience in the same location for a remarkable <b>288 years</b>.</span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;">A public marketplace was deeded on this site in 1730 as part of the settlement of Lancaster. The marketplace was officially chartered by </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_II_of_Great_Britain" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px; text-decoration: none;" title="George II of Great Britain">King George II</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;"> on May 1, 1742, officially designating Lancaster as a market town. The Central Market occupies a portion of the original marketplace, with the first permanent building erected in 1757.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 22.4px;"> You can't beat a farmer's market chartered by King George II. And you can't beat the shopping at Lancaster's Central Market for all your holiday culinary needs. The photos below provide a mouth-watering taste of Central Market's offerings.</span><br />
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<span class="s1"> Vermont is the number one maple syrup producing state in the country. They're proud of it, and while you’re touring the state they don’t let you forget it. During my last couple trips to Vermont I sampled these foods:</span></div>
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maple sugar sprinkles,<br />
maple-leaf sugar candy,<br />
maple creemees (soft-serve ice cream),<br />
maple shakes,<br />
maple malts,<br />
maple french-roast coffee,<br />
maple-bacon ice cream,<br />
maple-bacon cream cheese,<br />
maple-chocolate topping,<br />
maple ricotta,<br />
maple-mustard dressing,<br />
maple scones,<br />
maple sparkler (a dessert liquor),<br />
maple sticky buns,<br />
maple sugar-coated walnuts and, of course,<br />
maple syrup.<br />
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Let’s see, have I forgotten anything? Oh yes, maple lemonade. <br />
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In the distance, 14,309' Uncompahgre Peak dominates the skyline.<br />
Read about our previous summit of Uncompahgre <a href="http://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2014/09/uncompaghre-peak-in-san-juan-mountains.html">here</a>.</td></tr>
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Sometimes the perfect day aligns with the perfect trail. On the final Thursday of August in Lake City, Colorado the sky was sparkling blue, the temperature was a comfortable 72 degrees, and I was in the mood for a hike with big rewards and not too much effort. Tim had a place in mind. </div>
"How about that trail near the top of Engineer Pass?" he said. And I agreed. <br />
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Horsethief Pack Trail starts at an elevation of 12,400' and over the course of a few miles the trail gains and loses little more than a couple hundred feet of elevation. A bit of exertion is required due to decreased oxygen levels at that altitude, but the real effort is getting to the trailhead. The 16 mile dirt road leading from Lake City to Engineer Pass is rough; 4-wheel drive is needed for the final 6 miles and the going is slow—it takes over an hour to drive those 16 miles.<br />
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But after arriving at the top of the world the arduous drive is forgotten. The trail starts with 360° views of the surrounding mountains and keeps getting better.<br />
As Tim, Annie and I walked along, pikas and marmots serenaded us with their chattering and chirping calls. Most likely they were scolding Annie but she didn't seem to notice. Annie did notice, though, a group of camouflaged White-tailed Ptarmigan nestled in a rocky chute. She flushed the birds but thankfully didn't chase them. <br />
The Ptarmigan scurried away to bed down in a nearby rock-strewn meadow, and Tim and I were treated to as fine a view as we've ever had of these alpine and tundra game birds.<br />
We hiked for a few miles, then stopped for lunch near a hillside rock cairn. This would be our turn-around point, but the trail continues above treeline for several more miles.<br />
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The perfect totally-above-treeline trail on the perfect day? You decide.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tim and Annie find the right spot for a refreshing alfresco lunch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the group of White-tailed Ptarmigan, showing off its summer plumage.<br />
During winter the ptarmigan turn white, and are camouflaged by snow.</td></tr>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">The Way Life Should Be</span></i></div>
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Maine's state slogan (above) is reflected in the photos (below).</div>
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Enjoy these pictures, taken during an August 2016 excursion on the Maine coast:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Portland Head Light—the most photographed lighthouse in America—on Casco<br />
Bay at the entrance to Portland Harbor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...lobster boats. A lobsterman sets his traps in Casco Bay.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaks for rent on Bailey's Island.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Five Islands Harbor, Georgetown, Maine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lobster boat motors in to Five Islands with its catch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a lobster shack on every cove.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The marsh near Wells is home to Billy's Chowder House.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Billy's is home to the delicious "lazy lobster" dinner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Life isn't just all about lobster, you know.<br />
How about doughnuts? The Holy Donut in Portland is one of Maine's delectable donut shops.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A lobster, a doughnut and a cup of coffee.<br />
What's not to like?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahhhh. August on Maine's mid-coast.</td></tr>
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<span class="s1"> Four months ago, on March 20, 2018, Tim and I walked into our rental house in Kapoho Vacationland on the Big Island of Hawaii. </span><br />
<span class="s1"> "Feels like coming home," Tim said. Agreed.</span><br />
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<span class="s1"> The house, christened Punana Kiowai, provided rest and relaxation for three nights, a comfortable and welcome tropical refuge. </span>A variety of outdoor living areas graced the premises, including a naturally lava-heated pool.</div>
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But the best thing about this rental was its location, mere steps away from a significant marine conservation area, the Wai`opae Tide Pools. The Tide Pools formed when the ocean found its way into an ancient lava flow, creating a series of pools and passages populated by coral, sea creatures and tropical fish. Tim and I first discovered this area on a 2015 trip to the Big Island and I have returned three times since then, renting a total of four different homes in Kapoho near the spectacular Tide Pools.<br />
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We unpacked our bags, settled in, and the backyard pool beckoned.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These lava-heated pools were a common feature of many homes<br />
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“You know”, I said to Tim as I floated in the warm water, “<i>lava-heated</i> means there’s lava flowing underground, probably close by.”<span class="s1"></span></div>
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As it turned out, the phrase <i>Naturally</i> <i>Lava-Heated Pool</i> was indeed a warning. Nearby Kilauea Volcano was biding its time, lying in wait to reclaim the land.<span class="s1"></span></div>
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<span class="s1"> And reclaim the land it did. By mid-June of 2018, our rental home, Punana Kiowai, as well as 320 other homes in Kapoho Vacationland, the Kapoho Bay, and the Wai`opae Tide Pools, lay buried under up to 20 feet of lava. </span></div>
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<span class="s1"> Kilauea, one of the most active volcanoes on earth, has been oozing lava for 35 years. This spring, pressure building in underground vents caused thousands of earthquakes, then massive amounts of lava spewed to the surface and bulldozed its way over the land. </span></div>
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<span class="s1"> What is lost:</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gone. This view of the Tide Pools from our 2015<br />
rental home—Mika Lani, Jewel By the Sea—will never be seen again.<br />
20 feet of lava now covers this home and the surrounding area.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four-spot Butterfly Fish swim and graze on the impressive coral in the<br />
Wai`opae Tide Pools.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Yellowtail Coris (bottom), Peacock Grouper, and Moorish Idols (top)<br />
swim in the tide pools in this photo from 2016.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A pair of Ornate Butterfly Fish. I wonder if these two, and the fish in<br />
the preceding photographs, made it out to the open sea before<br />
lava filled the Tide Pools?</td></tr>
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<span class="s1"> Am I sad the Wai`opae Tide Pools no longer exist in our world? Oh yes, immeasurably so. But do I consider this an ecological disaster? No. This is simply a volcano being a volcano, doing what volcanoes do best: reminding us that <i>we are not in charge</i>. </span></div>
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The earth moves not in human time, but in geologic time. And geologic time includes now.One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-9016062403623400712018-06-02T18:36:00.003-07:002022-02-12T15:05:42.588-08:00Channel Islands National Park, California "There are a lot of old people here!", I overheard a third-grader utter this remark as he passed our tour group on Santa Cruz Island. Several third grade classes were visiting Channel Islands National Park on a one-day field trip from mainland California. <br />
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But did those third-graders hike the 4 mile round-trip to Potato Harbor and back? No, they did not. Did some of the "old people" tackle this trek? Yes we did.<br />
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Like the third graders I was here to learn about Channel Islands National Park. And to that end, I signed on with <a href="https://www.roadscholar.org/">Road Scholar</a> for a three-day learning vacation based in Ventura, CA—gateway city to the Channel Islands. The trip included lectures about the archeology and biology of the islands, as well as an excursion to Santa Cruz Island—the park's largest isle.<br />
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The five islands comprising the park—Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara, Santa Rosa, San Miguel and Anacapa—are reachable only by boat or seaplane. Their relative inaccessibility, along with primitive and sometimes harsh conditions, limits visitation. Despite sitting 25 to 70 miles off the coast of southern California in proximity to 18-20 million people, the park receives only ~300,000 visitors annually.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scorpion Harbor, where the boats dock.<br />
Anacapa Island can be seen in the distance.</td></tr>
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The Channel Islands are rich in human and natural history. North America's oldest human skeleton — 13,000 years old— was found here and was once an Indian from The Chumash Tribe. The Chumash inhabited the islands for many years before being "re-located" by early European settlers. The islands were then used for ranching and military operations—which devastated the island's ecology —before being designated a National Park in 1980.<br />
Today the islands are regaining their natural diversity. San Miguel is home to tens of thousands of Elephant Seals and Sea Lions who breed and hang out along the coastline. Anacapa Island is home to the largest pelican rookery in the United States and the largest breeding colony of Western Gulls in the World. The waters surrounding the islands are also protected, and are among the most nutrient-rich and bio-diverse in the world. So let's hear it for nature making a comeback!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yellow Coreopsis thrive on the islands.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Island Fox. These foxes only live on the Channel Islands—they<br />
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As our group of not-so-young-anymore tourists boarded the boat to ferry us from Santa Cruz to the mainland we noticed the third-graders gathered 'round a national park service volunteer. I hope they learned as much as I did. And I'm hopeful they'll return to the islands someday, perhaps when they, too, have joined the ranks of sight-seeing seniors.<br />
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The park service provides an excellent website about The Channel Islands. Learn more <a href="https://www.nps.gov/chis/index.htm">here</a>.One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-34005523275952417842018-04-06T17:51:00.000-07:002018-04-06T17:54:28.587-07:00Indulge in These Tasty Hawaiian Treats Skip the Luau the next time you're in Hawaii and head straight for the island's specialty sweets—Shave Ice and Malasadas.<br />
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Shave Ice is like a snow cone, only 100 times better. This is not your scoop of crushed ice with syrup poured overtop, oh no. Shave Ice consists of several scoops of ice cream—your choice—on the bottom of a giant bowl with thin shavings of ice layered on top. The feathery ice is flavored throughout with syrups or other sweet ingredients.<br />
On a hot Hawaiian afternoon there's nothing better than the Kona Coffee Special I ordered from The Big Island Shave Ice Company: a bowl of Kona Coffee flavored ice cream, topped with a mound of ice shavings flavored with chocolate/carmel syrup, and slathered with whipped cream. If you're cravings run to the lighter side you may choose a fruit-flavored ice cream and syrups ranging from guava to watermelon.<br />
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Our enthusiastic server hands Tim a grape-coconut-key lime concoction.</td></tr>
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Now, how about those Malasadas? Hawaii is a multi-cultural state and a group of Portuguese immigrants brought their delicious donut recipe with them to the islands. This Portuguese confection is made of egg-sized balls of yeast dough deep-fried in oil and coated with granulated sugar.<br />
You may order your Malasadas plain or filled with chocolate, coconut cream, bavarian creme or fruit jelly. And the great thing about Malasadas is they're good with whatever weather Hawaii throws your way. On a cool and showery Hawaiian Day a box of warm Malasadas is the ultimate comfort food.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fresh out of the fryer. Tex's Drive-In, in Honokaa on the Big Island, serves<br />
Malasadas 6:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. all day, every day.</td></tr>
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Luau, schmuau. Skip the pork and pig-out on Shave Ice and Malasadas. These Hawaiian delicacies are worth a side trip to the local food truck or shopping plaza. And they're good with breakfast, lunch or dinner!<br />
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<br />One Day in Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06908834658716123640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975306347330050350.post-6580798337399273392018-03-11T19:39:00.001-07:002021-05-08T17:07:10.692-07:00Peace in Union: Galena's Priceless Treasure My <a href="https://onedayinamerica.blogspot.com/2018/02/honoring-president-ulysses-s-grant-this.html">previous post</a> posed this quiz: The Smithsonian wants it. Galena has it. What is it?<br />
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The mystery item is the painting titled <i>Peace in Union, </i>a representation of General Robert E. Lee's surrender to General Ulysses S. Grant at the Appomattox Courthouse in Virginia on April 9, 1865.<br />
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In the early 1890s former Galena resident turned Chicago newspaperman Herman Kohlsaat commissioned artist Thomas Nast to paint Lee's surrender. Nast was a well-known 19th century illustrator, political cartoonist and artist who originated the images of Uncle Sam and Santa Claus.<br />
After two years of research Thomas Nast finished and signed his painting on April 9, 1895, thirty years to the day after the end of the Civil War.<br />
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What sort of research went into this painting? Nast researched the different personalities of Grant's Generals. He then painted expressions on their faces to reveal either their reverence for Grant, or their disdain for Lee or for the proceedings. Nast also knew that General Lee arrived at the courthouse nattily attired in his best uniform, while General Grant—true to form—sported scuffed boots and a worn jacket.<br />
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These details are easily evident on the massive and impressive original 9'x12' canvas.<br />
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Representatives from the Smithsonian Institution have visited Galena three times to try and convince the good citizens of Galena to sell this painting to the Smithsonian's American History Museum. But the museum's reps have been unable to put a price on this historic masterpiece, and Galena isn't selling.<br />
After all, <i>Peace in Union</i> is without doubt the most famous representation of the most important moment in American history. <br />
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Upon entering the <i>Galena and U.S. Grant Museum</i> visitors are escorted into a room to view an introductory video. Life-size holographic images of Ulysses and Julia Grant appear on the screen to welcome patrons to the museum and to the town.<br />
Throughout the presentation Julia affectionately refers to Ulysses as "Ulyss". At the end of the video Ulysses turns to the audience and says: <br />
“History doesn’t just happen, it’s made by people like you and me.” Yes, that may be true. <br />
But some folks, “Ulyss”, make a lot more history than others.<br />
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