Tuesday, July 20, 2010

What I learned on my summer vacation










Liked this T-shirt & bought it for myself in Mt. Rushmore.














Remember how many times in school you had to write a paper on what you did on your summer vacation. Well you know what I did. I learned a couple of things my was reminded of some things I knew but needed to recommit to.


Things I Learned

  • MacDonalds have free WiFi
  • Make decisions with your head, but make the really important ones with your heart
  • Kinda how to blog
  • People like me more than I thought
  • What once tied this country together, the American dreams, beliefs that were worth fighting for are dead or dying. The duct tape that is holding this country together is one-sided talk radio & country western music. (You knew I'd turn into an old whack)
  • With my physical problems & limited dinero I can still do a lot of things younger & wealthier peolple are afraid to try.
  • The end is not as close as it once seemed


Recommitments

  • Fun & happiness. They're not superficial wastes of time but enhance spirituality. I once saw a billboard in Mexico that read "Pleasure is not time wasted". I think in the U.S. this idea is suspect.
  • Everything is temporary. With global warming I hope that Max & Miles will have the thrill of seeing snow on the Rockies in the summer.
  • I am soooooo--- lucky to have what I have, especially good friends.
  • BLAH
  • BLAH
  • BLAH
  • BLAH
  • BLAH


Life, you got a TKO earlier in the year, but I'm revitalized, back in the ring & ready for everything you throw my way!



Thanks everyone for your support.

I'm having a Glad I Went, Glad to be Back Brunch this Sunday (7/25) at 10:30. Hope you can make it.

Utah
















It's the 53rd day of my road trip & I'm close to 17,000 miles. May be home tomorrow so it's a good time for a sunset.

Idaho


Don't have much to say about Idaho except as I crossed it I kept hearing the commercial:

Get a powerful protein---eat beef.

I skipped the Potato Museum.


While I was observing how each clud had its own storm going I was hit by a dust storm coming up behind me.

LEAVING KALISPELL & MONTANA

This is along the east side of Flathead Lake where I saw a bear cub lumber across the road. I was also pleased to se that this side of the lake hasn't been built up. My dad & I used to go fishing in Flathead a lot. One day when we were on the lake we spotted another boa. Dad was so ticked off that the lake was becoming crowded that we had to pull out our boat & go to the other side of the lake & relaunch it. When Heather & I were here 12 years ago, I was disappointed at how developed the south side of the lake had become, hotels, tours, etc. There's a scene on the shores of Flathead with Ann & her father.





Good-bye my Rocky Mountains.











Love the way the clouds' shadows play on the hills.

Kalispell

Remember I got into Kalispell at 8 p.m. after my fiasco in the park. So all of these photos were taken between 8 & 10.

There's going to be a lot of babbling about my childhood & the character Ann so maybe you'll want to skip this post.




Here's the part of Main Street that looks much as it did when I was growing up in the forties. There was one block that Ann & I were forbidden to go on. It where the "ladies of the night" were. The law forbade selling alcohol to Indians (my mom said it should be the Irish) but they could buy it on this block. This is where I would see Calvin's convertible parked. It is where Frankie's father worked as a dealer in both Ann's & my life.















This is the county court house. When it was also Kalispell's jail my girl scout troup went on a field trip to it.

There used to be a park meridian in front of it with a statue of a dough boy which I thought was a very funny name even after I found out that it meant an American infantryman in WW I.












Here's my & Ann's house. When I was a kid it was kept up but definitely the most humble house on the block.





























The gully is where we'd sled in the winter & where I'd find wild flowers in the summer. My greatest find would be the rre shooting star. I tried many times to transplant it to my flower garden at the side of the house but like most wild things taken from their environment it always died.







My Dad got a new pick up & Frankie I sat in the cab playing we were driving all over the U.S. Well, there were some severe curves in some parts of the country. The next morning when my dad went to back out of the garage he ran into the wall. We could hear him yelling in the house.

In the side view of the house & garage you can see the "sun porch" that I slept in as a kid. It is on this side of the garage that Ann's Mother falls into a snowbank after drinking too much on a New Year's Eve.

Now the house is the only on left from that time & is certainly the most run down. The front yards were our vegetable garden. The 2 front trees were cherry. This is the house where the fungus lived in the dirt cellar.

The hospital is where in 1 day I got all but my upper & lower teeth pulled because my baby teeth wouldn't come out & my parents got a deal because Mom was working there part time.

Woodland Park is about 8 blocks from my house. This is the scary path that we'd use to enter it. There were a lot of holes in the dirt bank & we never tired of daring each other to put out hand in one.























There were small log rafts on these lagoon & everyone honored the proper etiquette handed down from kid to kid about where to "park" the rafts & to always leave the 2 poles on them.







Here is the pond where we would skate in the winter. There is now an updated version of the skate house where an old man sat with a wood stove & stoked it. The girls' side was separated from the boys' by a wooden lattice. We'd leave our shoe & boots there while we skated.

Cornelius Hedges Elementary School is where I had my first struggle with editing.







The room second from the right was the classroom of Miss Holly Hoover who was my 5th grade teacher & my first experience with fashion. I'd look forward to going to school everyday just to see what she'd be wearing.

On the other side of the school was my first grade classroom. I so loved my teacher Miss Overguard that I told her she was smart enough to teach third grade.








Here is St. Joseph's Church which played a big part in my life & where Ann visits the languishing Virgin.










THIS PHOTO DISAPPEARED ON ME
This the house I first lived in when we came to Montana when I was four. It is from inside the larger side window that Ann & I discover dust motes. MY mom was the caretaker of the old man who lived there & my family slept upstairs in the attic.


As you can tell, it was getting quite dark by now but this house is next to the previous one & where my playmate lived. At the time I thought it was HUGE & that her parents were very rich to have such a home.






















This sis the library that my parents & I used. In the winter we could check out 10 books at a time in case we got snowed-in. Jake & I slept in front of it.

Glacier National Park Story











When I was a kid I had an experience here in the park where these photos were taken.
















Calvin’s Convertible

Growing up in Montana, the only person I knew who had a convertible was Frankie’s Uncle Calvin. Calvin lived on the Reservation. He got more government money than his any of the other Indians. He had oil on his section or something.

Everyone knew when Calvin was in town. He’d park his big pale yellow convertible on the downtown block that was forbidden to us kids. Calvin always left the driver’s door open when he got out. I thought that when you were really rich, you didn’t even take time to close the door of your car.

One time Calvin took his nephews, Frankie, Tom, Harold, and me up to Glacier National Park. We had to leave he top of the convertible up because it was early spring and still cold. Calvin was so rich that he had boxes of Baby Ruths, Hersheys, and Big Hunks in his car. We could eat all we wanted. After a couple of hours and a lot of candy we pulled over to go down to look at a stream swollen with spring rains. It didn’t look like the llittle stream we waded in here last summer.

I watched with dismay as a family of ducks swimming the swollen stream. The sky was overcast. The water looked like angry liquid lead pocked with little whirlpools. The ducklings spun like crazy tops going in all directions but they managed to stay close to their mother. As we started back up the incline to the road, Harold yelled, “Uncle Calvin, there’s something in your car!”

Calvin had left the driver’s door open as usual. Now that space was filled with a bear’s butt. Candy wrappers were scattered on the ground. The bear grunted as he moved from side to side. He took a step back, then moved forward. He growled.

Calvin said, “He wants out but he don’t know how,” I believed that since Calvin was an Indian, he probably understood “The way of the Bear.” We watched for several moments. The bear moved farther into the car and got his hind feet up onto the driver’s seat. He kept scooting his butt around. There was a terrible growl and tearing sound. His paws and then his head pushed through the convertible top. He pulled his whole body out making the hole even bigger. Pushed up edges of the roof looked like a black lily with broken metal veins.

The bear lumbered to the opposite side of the road and into the woods. We stood in silence afraid of what Calvin would do. We imagined our parents screaming, cussing, and even yelling at us, if a bear destroyed their car. Calvin started to laugh and with a wondrous relief, we all did. Frankie laughed so hard that he fell on the ground, curled his knees up and held on to his stomach.

Calvin took out his special little bottle and drank from it. It was flat and silver. He never offered it to us. We knew it was a secret thing and never mentioned it to our parents or even to each other.

Calvin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, put the flat bottle into his back pocket, and kicked the rear tire with his snakeskin cowboy boot. He said, “Yep, that bear was just Mother Earth telling Calvin it’s time to get a new car.”


Monday, July 19, 2010

Glacier National Park







Love stuff like this.















I entered Glacier National Park from the East so I could go over The Continental Divide.



There's just going to be a lot of photos of what I liked.





















































































































I really felt the precipist this trip. It must be my age. I remember when my Mom & Dad &
I would come here & I thought it was funny that my Mom kept here eyes shut & said the rosary. On this trip I realized what a sacrifice those family trips were for her.







This little mountain goat seemed sad. When I came to this park with Heather 12 years ago there was a whole herd of mountain goats was here. Now there's only one among construction equipment














































Here's my new tire after
my rock encounter.


















MacDonald Lake