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.
I ate a lot of delicious home-cooked food, more than I make for myself in a month, much better than anything I cook.
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.
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.
So I found myself a new place to live.
Posted by: greentangle | October 19, 2014
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
Ice, Fire, and Nutcrackers: A Rocky Mountain Ecology by George Constantz
Zoologies: On Animals and the Human Spirit by Alison Deming
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
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
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