We got to see a great High-A minor league baseball game with lots of action, close plays and an exciting finish. The fun began when a foul ball landed near us while entering the stadium. An attendant fetched it and handed it to our nine-year-old granddaughter, much to everyone’s delight. Nearly every inning had theContinue reading “Take Me Out…”
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End of the Line
Two weeks ago we loaded up the rental car and set off on a most excellent adventure. We drove from central Florida to Oregon, crossing the country diagonally southeast to Northwest, a total of nearly 3,200 miles. It was amazing to watch the changing countryside change along the way. We took our time and stoppedContinue reading “End of the Line”
Part and Counterpart
A Fossil Fish at Western Wyoming Community College This fossil was split from 50 million year old layered rocks found in western Wyoming. Each slab contains remnants of the original fish, and are called “part and counterpart.” If only one side or the other were displayed, the fossil fish would be incomplete, but when bothContinue reading “Part and Counterpart”
Hood Winked
Nearly 3,000 miles from home, we drove by John Day Dam on the Columbia River with Mount Hood dominating the background. We have passed this way many times on land, in the air, and even on the water. In 1991, we cruised these waters in the Fairy Boat and locked through the dam attached toContinue reading “Hood Winked”
Memorial of the Day
My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Marion Irene Spear, and she was a direct descendant of Lemuel Spear, a Revolutionary War veteran. Fairy also has Native American ancestors who fought against the British in the war. We both have relatives who served honorably in the Civil War, World War I, World War II, Vietnam, andContinue reading “Memorial of the Day”
Slip-slide
East of Rock Springs, Wyoming, along I-80, the remains of an underwater landslide lie frozen in time. Eons ago sediments collected along a slope in a large body of water, gathering in even layers as seen in the first photo. Something triggered the sediments to slide a short distance, and when the sliding stopped, aContinue reading “Slip-slide”
Frosty May Morning
Yesterday, frigid Floridians arose to frost on the car as the temperature dropped to 27 degrees Fahrenheit at Little America, Wyoming. Though we had lived near there in the past, our cold adaptation has long since vanished, and though frost may be cold, to us it is definitely not “cool.” Nope, not anymore! #frost #wyomingContinue reading “Frosty May Morning”
Window in Time
Many years ago, never mind how many, father and daughter huffed and puffed their way up a steep ridge to the top of its crest just to enjoy the view and play among the rocks. Dad got a silly idea, and daughter willingly agreed and giggled as the first photo was taken. Yesterday he repeatedContinue reading “Window in Time”
Embedded in Time
Once it occupied the farmland nearby. As a child I remember watching it being pulled slowly across a mown hayfield, its tines gathering up hay. At the precise time dad would pull a handle and the tines would rise and release the hay in a windrow and then bounce down accompanied by a metallic ping,Continue reading “Embedded in Time”
Platte
The Platte is a curious river washing over the gravelly remnants of the ancestral Rocky Mountains. Native Americans once camped and hunted along its waters, and later, European emigrants to Oregon, California, and Utah passed along the banks of this “Great Platte River Road.” The river was often described as “too thick to drink andContinue reading “Platte”
