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Things are not what they seem…

For instance, that’s not the remnants of a horrible accident that are dripping down the windshield of my car. That’s soap suds, evidence of the big excitement of my day, which was a trip to the car wash. It felt good to get that long overdue chore over with. I like that car wash with its free vacuum stations to get the inside clean also. And as I ran the vacuum over the floors I happened to look across the street at the very cute mini-golf course, and from that angle I saw it as a photo op. A visual trip to the Congo River, complete with a plane crash. I’ve noticed it many times as I have driven up and down that road, but I’ve never played golf there. And if I’m honest it wasn’t quite as hot today, not like it has been. I’ve been using the weather as an excuse to myself for being stuck in the house day after day. Those morning and afternoon thunderstorms coupled with the beastly hot days are all the excuse I need to take refuge in my recliner. Soon we will be into the best of Florida’s weather. I can’t wait.

Good thing I was taking my photos from the sidewalk or I might also have stumbled into the quicksand like this poor fellow…

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Mean and Menor…

This interest in photography has led me to take a closer-up view of the natural world, and to face the facts that life for the birds and animals that I photograph is a day to day struggle to stay alive.  As opposed to the Disney-like view of how pretty all the creatures out there are, which is about as deeply as I thought about it in the past.  But this rugged Wyoming landscape has given me a new appreciation for what it must have taken for people to come and settle in such a beautiful but harsh climate.  To have had to go out and gather food, or not eat.  To have to build shelters for themselves that would keep them alive through harsher, and longer, winters than I would have imagined.  And to  discover ways to provide services to your neighbors that would allow you make a living.

These are the things that crossed my mind as I visited Menor’s Ferry.  In a non-Covid year there would be displays in the general store, and opportunities to ride the ferry across the river, and a bit more information about life in those days than just taking a self guided tour and trying to use your imagination to fill in the gaps.

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The replica of the ferry itself…07-30-20theferry

The general store…07-30-20generalstore

The home in which a meeting took place which led to the eventual founding of The Grand Teton National Park.07-28-20menorshouse

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I love this sign…07-30-20menorsign

And the Chapel of the Transfiguration.  It’s altar window frames the highest mountain peak, but I didn’t get to see it since it’s not open this year.07-28-20chapel.jpg

I looked this information up this morning to be sure to be more accurate.

Historical Timeline of Menor’s Ferry

Menor’s Ferry
Menor’s Ferry once belonged to William D. Menor who came to Jackson Hole in 1894, taking up a homestead beside the Snake River. Here he constructed a ferryboat that became a vital crossing for the early settlers of Jackson Hole Valley.

Jackson Hole was isolated by its surrounding mountains and had such a harsh climate that it was one of the last areas of the lower 48 states to be settled. Homesteaders came here, mainly from Idaho, beginning in the late 1880s. Most early settlement in the valley took place in the south, or on a few scattered areas with fertile soil on the east side of the Snake River. Menor was alone on the west side of the Snake for more than ten years.

Rivers are often important transportation corridors. However, the Snake River was a natural barrier that divided the valley. In dry months the river could be forded safely in several locations, but during periods of high water even the most reliable fords were impassable. After 1894, Menor’s Ferry became the main crossing in the central part of Jackson Hole. Residents crossed on the ferry to hunt, gather berries and mushrooms, and cut timber at the foot of the mountains.

Bill Menor built the original ferryboat and cableworks. Today’s ferry and cableworks are replicas. The ferry is a simple platform set on two pontoons. The cable system across the river keeps the ferry from going downstream, while allowing it to move sideways. By turning the pilot wheel, the rope attaching the boat to the cable is tightened and points the pontoons toward the opposite bank. The pressure of the current against the pontoons pushes the ferryboat across the river in the direction the pontoons point. This type of ferry existed in ancient times and was used elsewhere in the United States.

Menor charged 50c for a wagon and team and 25c for a rider and horse. Pedestrians rode free if a wagon was crossing. When the water was too low for the ferry, Menor suspended a platform from the cable and three to four passengers could ride a primitive cablecar across the river. In later years, Menor and his neighbors built a bridge for winter use, dismantling it each spring.

Menor sold out to Maude Noble in 1918. She doubled the fares, hoping to earn a living from the growing number of tourists in the valley. Noble charged $1 for automobiles with local license plates, or $2 for out-of-state plates. In 1927, a steel truss bridge was built just south of the ferry, making it obsolete. Maude Noble sold the property to the Snake River Land Company in 1929.

Bill Menor and his neighbors homesteaded here thinking of the local natural resources as commodities for survival, but many of them grew to treasure the beauty and uniqueness of Jackson Hole. In 35 short years, from Bill Menor’s arrival until the establishment of the original park in 1929, this land passed from homestead to national treasure.

 

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Obsessions…

I don’t know how others have endured their time in quarantine these last couple of months but in my frustration over needing something to do I became obsessed with the desire to sew.  I mean that literally, I was dying to sew but absolutely couldn’t settle on a project.  In the back of my mind were the collage quilts that I came across in a tiny little quilt shop in the tiny little town of Fairlee, VT while I was camping last summer.  The patterns they had were so cute, and the concept uses your scraps of fabrics from all your other projects, finished and unfinished, and that appealed to me too.  But the downfall was that this process yields art quilts.  Quilts to be hung on the wall and admired, but with little wall space in my house, and lots of doubt in my ability to match the jaw-dropping ones I saw online, I dropped the idea once I got home.

But along came a quarantine and my need to do something besides bake (and eat), but I couldn’t make myself decide on a project until I thought of a log cabin quilt with the theme of doorways, and embellish them with little elements, a la collage quilting.  And so I started cutting and sewing, using only fabrics that I already owned.  I used up tons of fabric, spools of thread, and a quilt batt that I had bought but never used.  And somewhere along the way I realized that we are behind closed doors, and I here I was working on happy little doorways.  I didn’t do it on purpose, but once I saw the connection I was fearful that it would be yet another project that would remain forever unfinished when it could be something to remind me of this strange time.  Days and days of rain came at just the right time to keep me home and and sewing, and as of this morning its finished!  I will take it with me when I head out in a couple of weeks.  Not a piece of art, but a warm reminder of a time like no other in my life.  A time we probably won’t forget anytime soon…06-09-20quilt

I thought I had finished this post, but then I looked out my door and saw my uncle come out of his front door, so I recruited him to hold the quilt for me.  It’s simple and silly, but I like it.06-09-20quiltray

 

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Plans…

Oh come on, don’t tell me that you haven’t fried yourself a nice piece of quiche for breakfast before.  Or ever.  Especially when your brilliant idea from the day before didn’t turn out as you’d planned.  I wanted to use up the spinach that I’d left a few days in the refrigerator, and I had potatoes I hadn’t used, so I thought they would make a dandy hash brown crusted quiche.  There may be a reason that the online recipes I saw called for frozen hash browns, perhaps they magically don’t turn brown the way potatoes usually do.  I know that mine were turning brown faster than I could grate them.  But I was committed (don’t say it) at that point so on I went, browning the hash brown crust first, and even though the bottom crust looked more soggy than crusty I went ahead and poured in the filling and baked it.  Which didn’t improve the bottom crust any, but it was edible.  Faced with trying to figure out what to do with it the next day I knew I had nothing to lose so I resorted to my little frying pan, and when I saw it was browning quickly I covered the pan, even though I imagined a volcano erupting in there, but surprisingly it was quite good.

I’ve been feeling rather scatter-brained lately  Not able to sit down and make a plan for what I might want to do this summer, even if it’s just a fantasy.  I opened the maps function of the computer and put in the farthest possible destination for myself, and now I stare at the map of the US with that blue line that would lead me there.  And there are choices, not one blue line but two, and infinitely more really.  Last year going to New England felt cozy, but looking at that map, that blue line, makes me feel like I’d be traveling naked.  Exposed.  So my mind boggles even as I try to use up the stuff in the refrigerator and tell myself to start making lists.  Making plans, and frying my quiche…

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Back to the beaches…

Florida’s beaches have been reopened, and that makes me happy because a quick trip to Green Key Beach for the sunset was easy enough to do.  But I have this nagging feeling of guilt for being ready to get back to normal.  Several of my closest friends are very concerned about a rush to normalcy, and with very good reason.  Boredom on my part doesn’t seem like much of a counterpoint to their worries.  But I went to the beach anyhow, and the closest I came to anyone was this night heron.  I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me.05-15-20nightheron

These birds are usually hard to see in the shrubbery, not standing beside you all of a sudden after you went back to the car for bug spray.  I had walked to the farthest end of the beach where it meets shrubbery to get this shot and then retreated for bug spray. 05-15-20sunset2Between high tide and the landscaping that has been done to this beach in the last year positioning yourself for a nice angle on the sunset was a challenge.  The no-see-ums didn’t seem to be phased by my bug spray, and people were clustered closer together to watch the sunset at the other end of the beach, so I headed for home as soon as the sun disappeared.  Somehow the days pass…05-15-20sunset305-15-20sunset

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Life’s ups and downs…

Any complaints I have about today have nothing to do with social isolation and have everything to do with technology and how I don’t get it.  There was a time when I thought I did get it, but I was kidding myself.  Seems like a lot of people are frustrated over needing haircuts, but at the rate I’ve been tearing my hair out over my computer issues I’m thinking that that won’t be a problem for me for a while yet.  It was a struggle, but for the moment I have a nice back up drive installed on the desktop computer, and that means my editing program is back to working like a charm.  And I enjoyed using some new editing tips learned in the last few days in our online photography classes.  Thank you to Fearless Leader Jeff.

I stopped at the rookery this morning to see if the cattle egret chicks had hatched, and yes, there are chicks on one nest so far.  And two more nests that I could see.05-02=20catleegret2.jpg

So two new little guys and the three amigos are still standing in the nest and sounding off for someone to feed them.  They really seem to get to spend a lot of time on the nest.  I mean a LOT.  I suspect that with all my computer issues plus the online classes I may have missed the grand finale of the bluebirds in the bird house.  I read that they get kicked out of the nest in only 9 or 10 days, and I’ve seen no bluebird activity in the last couple of days.  Those wood stork teenagers don’t know how lucky they really are.05-02=20amigos.jpg

And how nice that when I got home I got word that the sandhill crane chicks in my old backyard had hatched.  They were less than 24 hours old, but I knew I had to go see them quickly because they will probably be marched off the nest for their first adventure tomorrow.

There was one more adventurous chick, Mr. Independent, off on his own a bit.  And he seemed to have plenty to say about life in general.05-02=20littlenewguy2.jpg

And then hidden in the grass close to mom a more cautious chick.  05-02=20littlenewguy.jpg

It was a good day.  Progress was made and time is passing.  The next county south of us is opening swimming pools next week.  I don’t know if I feel like it’s too soon, and I don’t know if I can resist when they open up here also.  We’ll see.