Sunday, November 8, 2020

Mosaic Monday #104: Road Trippin', Part II


October 14: A Classic Yellowstone Day

Ask anyone about Yellowstone National Park, and you are likely to hear one or more of the following: Geysers, bison, mud pits, traffic, elk.  On our first day in the Park, we were blessed to experience all of the above, and more (well, except for the traffic!)

Our day began with sustenance, Head Chef style.  (I am not shy about singing his praises, but for this trip, he really pushed the boat out.  Knowing that we would not be visiting many restaurants, he prepared numerous meals ahead of time, and froze them.  His menu planning for breakfast AND dinner was detailed and sumptuous - no cereal for breakfast in this cabin!)

From the moment we entered the Park, wonderful vistas spread before us.  And just as quickly, we spotted our first wildlife, a bull elk.  Well, actually, we spotted the cars pulled over at random spots on the road, and figured THEY had seen something.  (Can you see the pale dot on the hillside, on the left-hand side?  I know; it looked better through the binoculars!)


I was fascinated with the rapid changes in topography - open prairies one mile, and high rock formations the next.


Near this point, we took a small hike to Harlequin Lake.  It was decidedly average; I suppose we are spoiled by all the alpine lakes we visit in Montana.  But our next stop, Gibbon Falls, made up for it.


 

As we drove, we occasionally passed through steam, obviously the product of an un-named steam vent or hot spring close to the road.  Yellowstone was established in 1872 as the world's first national park primarily because of its unparalleled collection of geysers, hot springs, mudpots and steam vents.  So I was delighted when we made our initial stop at one of the geothermal features, Artists' Paintpots.  


Mudpots are acidic features with a limited water supply.  Their consistency and activity vary with the seasons and precipitation.  The plaque below explains it well (you can enlarge by clicking on it).


A video is a better illustration than a still photo.


A short distance down the road, we arrived at Norris Geyser Basin.  Parking the car, a few scrubby pine trees line a path to the visitor center.  And then, suddenly, the path drops away and the basin yawned below us.   The size and the number of features was incredible!


In the basin - far below the towering peaks of the Gallatin Mountains - water accumulates underground.  Heated by the Yellowstone Volcano, the water travels upward to erupt from acidic geysers, rise from steaming fumaroles and simmer in shimmering pools.


Norris Geyser Basin is named for Philetus Walter Norris, second superintendent of Yellowstone from 1877 to 1882.  He recorded this area's hydrothermal features in detail and also oversaw construction of some of the park's first roads, parts of which still remain as the Grand Loop Road.


By this time of the morning, our coffee cups were empty, and it was convenient to stop at Canyon Village for a refill.  We took a spin around the gift shop, and chose a Christmas ornament as our souvenir, adding to our extensive collection of brass ornaments commemorating our vacations.

Canyon Village is named after the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River, featuring two massive waterfalls and a deep, brilliantly colored canyon.  The Yellowstone Canyon Rim Drive has numerous pullouts - we focused on the "Brink of the Lower Falls" and "Lookout Point".


Reaching the Brink overlook requires hiking a steep trail that winds down the canyon wall ... a wall of hardened rhyolite lava ... a wall exposed by the Yellowstone River while excavating the canyon.


In the photo above, I am standing at the Brink, gazing directly down into the canyon.  It was dizzying.  The moving water, the deafening crash of the falls striking bottom, the mist that shrouds the base of the canyon in such a way that you can't really fathom its depth.

Below Lower Falls, volcanic heat and gases soften the rhyolite rock.  The river carves more quickly here than upstream, sculpting a ledge and creating a waterfall.  To the right is a picture from the vantage of Lookout Point.  From here you can appreciate the full 308 feet of Lower Falls.

We rolled south toward Hayden Valley, renowned for reliable wildlife sightings.  Sure enough, a sizeable herd of bison grazed peacefully, and further on, a large number of spotting scopes lining a parking lot was the only clue we needed that something special was out there.  We pulled in and soon enough two different grizzlies came into focus in our spotting scope.  Too far for pictures, but you can trust me that they were magnificent!


We skirted Yellowstone Lake, framed on the east by the Absaroka Mountains, before the road turned westward toward the Old Faithful Complex.   The lake is the largest high-elevation lake (above 7,000 feet) in North America.  Many of the area's 1,000 to 3,000 earthquakes occur under the lake, causing uplift and subsidence events that continue to reshape the water's edge.

Judging from the stream of people heading for the parking lot, we had just missed an Old Faithful eruption.  But I was OK with that; we saw the geyser erupt many moons ago when we came here with the kids.  Plus, it meant there were less than a dozen people wandering the boardwalks - easy social distancing! 

The Upper Geyser Basin, home of Old Faithful, hosts the majority of the world's active geysers.  The concentration of hydrothermal features here provides ample evidence of Yellowstone's active volcano.  Below is a video of the Spasmodic Geyser, bubbling away.  You will also hear the wind - it was non-stop that day, making the temperatures feel even more bitter.  Occasionally, I stood in the path of the steam, a futile attempt to warm up!


In this basin, partially molten rock (magma) from the volcano may be as close as 3 to 8 miles below your feet.  Imagine!  


Given the steam and the wind, at times it was almost impossible to obtain unobstructed views of the pools, especially the ones with the color.  Here you can see my shadow, reaching high to gain perspective and amplify the blue shades of Crested Pool.  With temperatures above 199 degrees F, Crested Pool is almost constantly boiling.  The extreme heat prevents most bacterial growth, resulting in exceptionally clear blue water.  As you would expect, every feature has signs warning about the dangers of leaving the boardwalk, especially for unstable ground.  So, I thought it was interesting that you could see the hoof prints of bison around the features - they must know where it is safe to walk!!!


As we completed the loop, our final stop of the day was Fountain Paint Pot.  That's a lot of mud!  


Throughout the day, we observed numerous ravens in the parking lots.  Of course, visitors are asked not to feed the wildlife, but it is apparent that the ravens have come to associate parking lots with nourishment!  So, at our last stop, I had to take a picture of the raven "assigned" to this parking lot.  I imagined this fellow was looking me over, assessing the likelihood of a handout.  Sorry, buddy!


It seemed entirely fitting, as we neared the exit to the Park, returning to the cabin for the night, that we saw abundant wildlife.  Four small gangs of elk, in the same location as the bull elk in the morning.  A bald eagle ripping pieces off a freshly caught trout.  And best of all, a herd of bison along the roadway (see video).  Yes, the ideal ending to a classic Yellowstone day! 


Editorial note: I am stunned that this is my 104th Mosaic Monday post.  Two years.  Where did that time go?  My heartfelt thanks to everyone who supports Mosaic Monday - we are small but mighty!

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Sunday, November 1, 2020

Mosaic Monday #103: Road Trippin', Part I

Yes, we recently took to the highways and byways of the West, and we went BIG.  2300 miles and 13 days = an epic road trip.  In keeping with the classic American "vacation," we hit some of the hot spots.  Yellowstone.  Grand Teton National Park.  And what would a vacation be without some lesser known attractions, such as the Museum of Clean in Pocatello, Idaho?  And we were blessed to visit family along the way.  Most people would schedule such a journey in the summer, but we are not "most people" and these are not ordinary times.  So, buckle your virtual seatbelt and come along for the ride as I recount our adventure in several installments.

October 13: A Drive Back in Time

When I was young, we did not take many family vacations.  But I remember distinctly my father deploring the major highways.  In his view, a drive on the nation's byways revealed the true nature of the country and its people.  In college, I was also deeply affected by the book Blue Highways, by William Least Heat-Moon.  Hailed as a masterpiece of American travel writing, the book is an unforgettable journey along the nation's backroads (which were denoted by the color blue on maps at that time).  Both of these memories coursed through my mind's eye as we skirted the eastern edge of Flathead Lake on Highway 83, a two-lane that is squeezed between the Mission Mountain and Swan Mountain ranges.  It was a misty morning and I shivered in anticipation as we passed Seeley Lake and began to roll through countryside that was new to us.  


It might have been the gloomy skies, or maybe the rain had washed off the dust, but either way the aspens, larches and sycamores shone through like an army of yellow torches.  Numerous bald eagles perched majestically in the sycamores, pumping my heart with pride near to a bursting point.  Along Highway 12, I observed loaf-shaped haystacks as tall as a house, each one surrounded by a fence.  Curious ...   


Ever since we got to know our neighbors with the farm, I pay more attention to farm affairs, and I was fascinated that this method is so different than the round bales and rectangular bales we see in our part of Montana.  I sent a haystack picture to Dear Neighbor Friend, and in turn she sent me the link to the video below. According to Wikipedia, these haystacks of loose, unbaled hay are intended as fodder for livestock.  They are made with a beaverslide, a frame supporting an inclined plane up which a load of hay is pushed to a height of about 30 feet before dropping through a large gap.  The device was invented in the early 1900s and was first called the Beaverhead County Slide Stacker after its place of origin, the Big Hole Valley in Beaverhead County, Montana.  Once I read about it, I realized I had seen one or more of these structures, but didn't know what it was!

As we planned our trip, it was easy to slot in the big puzzle pieces such as Yellowstone.  We could have a little more creativity as we traveled to those places, and I reveled in the chance to research options.  One of them?  "Drive west on Highway 43.  When you come to the fork, go south to Wisdom or north to Opportunity."  How cool is that?!?  Unfortunately, we could not build that into our itinerary, but when we saw the sign for Opportunity, we just had to take a photo!  (By the way, the video of the beaverslide is from Wisdom!)


After passing this exit, we quickly reached Butte, with its massive tailings from gold, silver and copper mining.  On the eastern side of the fifth-largest city in Montana, fascinating rock formations dazzle the highway driver.  Definitely an area I would like to explore, but alas, no time on this trip!  My research yielded an extensive list of possibilities that would have filled a decade of vacations; for our first day of travel we narrowed it down to two ghost towns along Highway 287.

Nine booming gold camps sprawled along remote Alder Gulch in 1863.  Nevada City and Virginia City were the largest.  Dozens of stores and cabins extended back six blocks, but by 1876, only a few residents remained at Nevada City.  The gold dredges later came through, leaving piles of tailings as big as barns, and by 1920, the highway had cut the town in half.

Charles Bovey began collecting buildings in the early 1940s.  Acquiring Nevada City from Lester and Mary Stiles, he began to place buildings here in 1959.  Nevada City became a haven for endangered structures; today more than 90 buildings from across Montana line the streets.  The state of Montana now maintains the historic resources at Nevada City.

On the day of our visit, Nevada City was padlocked for the season, but we could still see quite a bit.



Between 1970 and 2017, 35 movies/TV shows were filmed in Virginia City and Nevada City, including "Little Big Man" with Dustin Hoffman, "Return to Lonesome Dove" with Jon Voight and Reese Witherspoon, and "The Ballad of Lefty Brown" with Bill Pullman and Peter Fonda.
Do you see the two-story outhouse on the left of the collage above?  We had quite a laugh trying to discern how that might work!  Several cabins were available for overnight stays - the one on the lower right of the above collage had cacti growing on the roof - an unusual sight in Montana!  

The railroad never made it to Alder Gulch, but that didn't stop Mr. Bovey from establishing a railroad collection at Nevada City.  In fact, the Virginia City Shortline Railroad was built by Mr. Bovey in 1964 to connect Virginia City and Nevada City, a mile and a half away.  Today the 20-minute ride is an opportunity to enjoy the scenery and learn about the surrounding area (May - September only).

My favorite structure in Nevada City had to be the house below.  No plaques explained its origin or history, and it was outside of the apparent boundaries of the formal ghost town.  We stood gazing upon it for some time, both lost in our imaginations of the comings and goings when this beauty was in her prime.

Our next stop, Virginia City, was labeled a ghost town, but many businesses were open and it is apparent people live here year-round.  We read many plaques about the historic buildings that remain, in some cases wedged next to a quite modern edifice.  The preservation of the antique structures was also the work of Charles Bovey, along with his wife, Sue.  In 1952, the couple received honorary degrees from Montana State University of Montana in recognition of their efforts to preserve Montana's pioneer history.  Their work was further acknowledged when Virginia City was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1961 and placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1976. 

Given the pandemic, Spousal Unit and I set out on this trip knowing that there would be limits on patronizing restaurants and bars.  It saddens us because we enjoy this aspect of traveling; it is often through such experiences that you get the feel of a place and meet interesting people.  We gave ourselves permission to enter an establishment, assess its practices and the number of people, and to walk right back out if necessary.  In the case of the Pioneer Bar in Virginia City, we "joined" one other customer.  He was seated near the door, and we went to a hightop at the far end - about as "distant" as you could get.  A short while later, two other 'locals' came in and connected with the man near the door.  We felt comfortable with the setting, and enjoyed one beverage while soaking in the atmosphere.

Gold dust was the common currency when George Higgins built this sturdy "fire-proof stone" business block circa 1866.  It has housed a mercantile, a shoe store, a department store and a saloon.  The present Pioneer Bar has served as a popular watering hole and gathering place since 1947.  The impressive stone facade of this gold rush era landmark has changed little since the 1860s.
The sun was descending toward the horizon, and with 60 miles between us and a pillow for the night, we reluctantly put pioneer history in the rearview mirror.  Rolling hills, laced with some of the best trout rivers in Montana, kept us company until we crossed into a little corner of Idaho that would be home base for the next three nights.  




We checked into Drift Lodge (with our own private cabin) in Island Park, Idaho.  After the requisite "bag drag", we threw off our shoes, opened a beverage and settled in.  Day 1 of the journey was in the books.

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Saturday, October 24, 2020

Mosaic Monday #102: Hockaday Museum of Art

Do you like museums?  I do.  And guess what?  So does #1 Son.  Having him home has brought many blessings, and one of them is having a museum buddy!  This post will share one of the two institutions that we patronized in September - the Hockaday Museum of Art. 


The Museum building was constructed in 1903 as a community library, funded by philanthropist Andrew Carnegie.  It was Kalispell's library until 1968 when the library relocated; the building then became the home of the Flathead Valley Art Association.  In 1969, the Museum was named for Hugh Hockaday (1892 - 1968), who was active in the Flathead Valley arts community until his death.

As with many museums, the exhibits change regularly.  At the time of our visit, the main level galleries housed A Timeless Legacy: Women Artists of Glacier National Park, showcasing the work of contemporary artists working in or near Glacier Park.

"The American Bison is an icon of strength and resilience.  When deep snow blankets the plains, bison use their large, powerful heads much like a plow pushing accumulation aside to forage for food.  These deep pathways create passageways for many other hoofed wildlife.  Bitter winds and record low temperatures sweep across the plains and yet the bison remains.  As the world faces challenges, we can look to wildlife such as the American Bison for hope and encouragement." (description next to this piece)

Taking pictures in a museum can be challenging; typically, the ones that allow photography request no flash.  Reflections on the glass over the artwork obscure parts of the piece.  You get it.  So I apologize if some of these photos seem to be at an odd angle, etc.
You may notice that two of the pieces in the mosaic above are by the same artist - I was drawn to her use of light.  And it is probably difficult for you to see in the lower left, but her brush strokes to create the grasses in Whistling Grasses were mesmerizing up close and impactful from a distance.

Nancy McLaughlin Powell (1932 - 1985) was born in Kalispell, Montana, and became noted for her depictions of Indian faces, horses and animals.  Her earlier works, like the one at right, are primarily pencil and pastel, but over her lifetime, she worked in a variety of media.  She was adopted into the Blackfeet tribe in the 1950s, and given the name Me Sa' Maxaki (Swan Woman).

McLaughlin attended Flathead High School in Kalispell, which has several works by her in its library.  She studied art at Montana State University, and was married to artist Ace Powell 1952 - 1965, with whom she ran a gallery in Hungry Horse, Montana.  After a lifetime of painting Montana and its residents, Nancy spent her last years in Newport, Washington.

Isabel Crawford's (1886-1973) fascination with art began at age 6 when her father gave her multi-colored pieces of chalk and a black slate board.  Her connection to Glacier started with a trip to the park in the early 1920s, which resulted in a number of oil paintings, including "Little Chief Mountain," which was exhibited at the Minneapolis Institute of Art in 1925.  In the 1930s, she produced multi-color wood block prints or serigraphs each December that she sent to her advertising clients.  The view of Sun Chalets and Lake St. Mary in the Hockaday permanent collection was one of those year-end gifts. 

Echo Ukrainetz is a native Montanan artist, specializing in the fine art of batik.  She has never taken classes in batik and has learned through trial and error.  Her preferred subject matter is drawn from history and the beauty of the state of Montana.  She often uses historical photographs because they evoke emotion and are an excellent historical record of a changing world.  

Arrow Top Knot was himself an artist.  In the mid-1900s, he painted a series of pictographs on canvas depicting his war-time exploits.  Originally hung on the walls of the hotels built by the Great Northern Railway in Glacier National Park, Top Knot's canvases were between 20 and 30 feet long.  But Top Knot's art was taken down in the 1950s when the Park adopted a cowboy theme.  Some of his work ended up in museums, and some landed in private collections, but many faded into obscurity.


While most of the female artists in the exhibit specialized in drawing and painting, the space contained a few ceramic pieces by Rebecca Tobey.  An American artist from Santa Fe, New Mexico, Rebecca creates ceramic, brass and patina animal sculptures in both modern and abstract styles.  As a teenager, she was told by an art teacher that neither her talent or her skills were good enough for art and to choose another major.  Aren't you glad she didn't listen?  Her sculptures have been commissioned for public and private collections in the US and internationally, including a six-foot-tall bronze grizzly bear at Western State College in Gunnison, Colorado, and 15-foot-tall bear at Baylor University in Waco, Texas.  The piece in the collage below, Along the Highline Trail, was #1 Son's favorite work in this exhibit.

We descended to the Lower Level Community Gallery, and found ourselves surrounded by wall hangings, the like of which neither of us had ever encountered.  The exhibit is called Picturing Paradise: Cuadros from the Peruvian Women of Pamplona Alta.  The embroidered and appliqued fabric pictures in Picturing Paradise are cuadros, created by women of Compacto Humano and Manos Ancashinas, two art cooperatives in Pamplona Alta near Lima, Peru.   The exhibition places emphasis on the women as artists and the way their art reflects creativity, resilience and hope despite the harsh conditions of their lives.  It intentionally creates a space where women living on the periphery of society, often silent and invisible, tell their stories and express their visions of a better, more just world.  These magnificent embroideries have been exhibited throughout the world.

You can read more about this exhibit in the picture to the right.

I was struck by several observations about the cuadros: first, they are three-dimensional.  Fruits and vegetables have shape and volume.  Women's skirts flare out. Second, the level of detail is infinitesimal.  Take a close look at the Huascaran cuadro (second collage below). Can you imagine appliqueing all those potatoes onto it?  Third: the familiarity of the local scenes - re-creating what they know.  It gives the rest of us such a unique window into their world.


 

A perfect example is the cuadro below - ChocolatadaChristmas hot chocolate is a unique tradition that involves handing out home-made hot chocolate, Paneton or sweet breads, and small gifts to children in schools, churches and communities in Peru.  Celebrated throughout the country during the month of December, this event is even more popular in the smallest and poorest Andean communities, where the main goal is to bring great joy to the children and their parents.


Many of the cuadros had personal narratives, especially those created in response to the prompts by Dr. Davis, such as "Who Am I?"  As we read them, #1 Son and I reflected on themes that would resonate anywhere in the world:  the hope for a better world for their children, belief in hard work, a prayer for the safety for spouses and other members of the family, simple enjoyment of the traditions of their culture, reliance on Mother Nature for the harvest, faith in God.  It's a pointed reminder to all of us that we may have our differences, but so much of our hearts' desires are EXACTLY the same!

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