Posted by: greentangle | November 4, 2014

Gardiner Grizzly

Some towns have all the luck. A baby-faced grizzly getting scared by trick or treaters. And you wonder why I miss Yellowstone.

Posted by: greentangle | October 23, 2014


I took a little vacation to visit an old friend and town I hadn’t seen in ten years or more.

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 I ate a lot of delicious home-cooked food, more than I make for myself in a month, much better than anything I cook.

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 I was very impressed by the coop, one of the best I’ve seen, much bigger than Duluth’s even though the town is 1/4 the size. And they sold good beer at a reasonable price.

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I met Capo, Constant Canine Companion. I liked how when we were hiking, he kept looking back to make sure the two-leggeds hadn’t fallen down and hurt themselves.

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 So I found myself a new place to live.

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Posted by: greentangle | October 19, 2014

Bowden, Books, and Baffled

The latest issue of High Country News features an article about Charles Bowden written by Scott Carrier shortly before Bowden died. He’s described as “pretty much penniless. His possessions consist of a sleeping bag, a cot, a stove for coffee, a Honda Fit and a pair of Swarovski binoculars–high quality glass. This is the way he wants it, having nothing to lose.” I admire that, but suspect it’s based more on where the two spent a few days together rather than Bowden’s actual home.

Due to my own feelings about his writing (my favorite Bowden books being Some of the Dead are Still Breathing and Frog Mountain Blues rather than his many crime and drug books), I was happy to read what Bowden said about it:

“I got trapped on a path,” he says.
Bats are dive-bombing bugs above our heads.
“I wanted to write about nature, about animals, what it’s like to be an animal, but I went into murder reporting and now I’m recovering.”

Ed Abbey makes an appearance in the article in both word and a photo with Bowden and Dave Foreman (misidentified as Doug Peacock in the print magazine, but corrected online). And there’s an essay by Bowden, On the edge with Edward Abbey, Charles Ives and the outlaws, taken from a book edited by John Murray and due out next year, Abbey in America: A Philosopher’s Legacy in a New Century. The essay is available online but the article is only available to subscribers.

The previous issue of HCN was the annual books issue, and I added quite a few to my to be read list:

29 by Mary Sojourner
Altitude Adjustment: A Quest for Love, Home, and Meaning in the Tetons by Mary Beth Baptiste
Rewilding Our Hearts: Building Pathways of Compassion and Coexistence by Marc Bekoff
Ice, Fire, and Nutcrackers: A Rocky Mountain Ecology by George Constantz
Zoologies: On Animals and the Human Spirit by Alison Deming
A Hunger for High Country: One Woman’s Journey to the Wild in Yellowstone Country by Susan Marsh
The Wild Truth by Carine McCandless
Children and Other Wild Animals by Brian Doyle
The Carry Home by Gary Ferguson

Earlier this month I missed a call which showed up as restricted, the first one of those I’ve gotten in the year I’ve had this number. I know there are a zillion possible explanations, but I also know that is how calls from my former YNP employer show up. Due to a couple unlikely matters of timing, I wondered if it might be the person known to readers of the other blog as Lola. I also wondered if someone had decided not to take a winter job and the company was going through the list looking for a replacement. I knew it was too soon to be getting a call about next summer even though I had already filled out the application. In any case, there hasn’t been another call, so it gets added to the long list of things I’ll never know.

Posted by: greentangle | September 30, 2014

Of Wolves and Beer

It was a 50/50 choice which blog to put this on, but I didn’t want to write two posts. And here, it makes a nice follow-up to the last post of two links about a certain someone, which resulted in many visits from all over Montana, and the Department of the Interior.

Given that I still follow Yellowstone news and check a few Montana newspaper sites, I don’t know how I managed to miss last week’s news that Wyoming wolves had been returned to federal protection. When I learned about it yesterday, I mostly applauded and assumed it would quickly be overturned. Today the same judge refused to reverse her decision which at least means there won’t be a legal hunt beginning just outside Yellowstone tomorrow as planned. I have no doubt wolves will still be getting killed in Wyoming, and possibly more viciously and in greater numbers than otherwise. Wyoming far more deserves its Cowboy (in the most derogatory sense) State nickname than its other Equality State.

All this reminded me of a dark joke I read recently. Although I’ve cut way back on buying from Amazon, I’m still in their free stuff for review program and recently they were giving away mouse traps. Someone noticed that the package said they were not to be sold in Alaska, leading someone to quip that in Alaska mice could only be killed by rifle from a helicopter.

I discovered that the Bozeman bus station has moved to a very inconvenient location which will mean cab rides, finding a new hotel, and a longer walk to downtown if I go back to Yellowstone in the spring. I’ll be filling out the application in a week or two, and hopefully will have an answer in November. I do already have an offer of a ride for the eighty mile trip to the park for the price of a beer or three.

Beer has become my main project these days. Although I am enjoying trying a lot of different beers, it’s really more about my obsessive need to research. First I learned which breweries have the best reputations, then which of those were available locally, then which of their individual beers most interested me and were highly rated. As a friend wrote, I may be the only person to use beer and spreadsheet in the same sentence.

I was drinking Sam Adams back in Boston long before “craft beer” became a craze, but my current interest really began in Yellowstone based on what was available in the park stores, and then attending a magnificent brew master’s dinner one winter. I actually don’t like that evening’s brewer’s more common beers, but tonight I dug out that evening’s menu, checked their website, and discovered that most of what was served that night were their rarer specialty beers.

I made my first trip to a big liquor store across the bridge today because Wisconsin has some beers Minnesota doesn’t. For me that involves a couple buses and an hour trip each way, so I don’t know if I’ll do it again but it was fun to pick up some new brews. I was at the register loading my six pack and four packs in my bag and got asked if I was a sailor–apparently a lot of guys from a ship had been in this morning stocking up.

Unfortunately not, but I am the son of a sailor, one generation closer than Jimmy Buffett.

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I’ve learned much from both of their styles.

Where it all ends I can’t fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I’ll cruise along always searchin’ for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.

From Son of a Son of a Sailor

Posted by: greentangle | September 15, 2014

Yellowstone Wolf Patrol

An old friend of us all returns.

Posted by: greentangle | August 11, 2014

Droning on

Hey World! No drones are allowed in US National Parks! Just doing my part to spread the word.

Last week someone crashed one into Grand Prismatic Spring, the largest hot spring in Yellowstone and subject of my mouse pad. It’s unknown yet whether there will be damage to the spring but people have destroyed other thermal features in the park over the years. Earlier this summer, another drone was crashed into Yellowstone Lake. They’ve bothered people at Denali, Grand Canyon, Yosemite, and Mt. Rushmore, and harassed bighorn sheep at Zion and bison at Grand Teton.

The folks bringing these machines into parks are part of the large numbers of people who I always felt shouldn’t have been let into Yellowstone when I was working there. Answering phone calls there was amazing–so many people didn’t have a clue about where Yellowstone was or how to get there, thought it was some kind of amusement park, and planned to go camping in grizzly country without ever having slept in their back yards. They had no knowledge of or any real interest in nature; they were just coming because it was a famous place.

With that sort of background it comes as no surprise that they have no idea how to act around wildlife and no respect for the natural holy place they find themselves in. People with drones don’t know how to be in nature, so they try to replicate the nature they’ve seen on television.

A recent issue of High Country News focused on the 50th anniversary of the Wilderness Act. Wilderness is passe in what passes as environmentalism these days, and people who spend any time outdoors are more interested in activities which provide an adrenaline rush than hiking and appreciation of natural history. I figure it’s part of the natural cycle preparing me to die as I get more and more disgusted with and more removed from human society as I get older.

I haven’t gotten official word yet on whether I’ll be returning to Yellowstone in December. Whether then or in the spring, I’m going to be bringing some new technology of my own this time. When I’d look out my dorm window and see tourists bothering wildlife, or see people walking on thermal features while I was hiking, I’d often wish I had a phone handy. This time I will, and I expect I’ll be calling rangers on a regular basis to report the various defilers of the temple.

Posted by: greentangle | July 23, 2014

Crown of the Continent

Some beautiful video moments in this trailer for a book of photography. That’s a lot of media forms in one sentence.

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