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February 22, 2014
February 21, 2014
Gold Medal Water versus Over the River
In January, the Colorado Div. of Parks and Wildlife named much of the Arkansas River a Gold Medal stream, a designation given to the state's best fishing waters.
The Gold Medal reach is 102 miles long from the confluence with the Lake Fork of the Arkansas River, near Leadville, downstream to Parkdale at the Highway 50 bridge crossing above the Royal Gorge.Now Rags Over the River (ROAR), the group opposed to ze artiste Christo's "Over the River" plan to hang plastic sheeting over several miles of the river, is trying to use that Gold Medal designation to leverage a new environmental assessment.
The designation has been 20 years in the making, and although anglers have enjoyed the improved conditions for years, it is an official acknowledgement of the myriad efforts undertaken by state and federal agencies to turn an impaired river into one of the most popular fishing destinations in Colorado.
“Gold medal designation is an extremely high standard for any body of water to meet. The art project threatens to seriously affect the Arkansas River’s important and sensitive fishery and the ability of anglers to access the river,” [ROAR's Joan] Anzelmo said.Christo's people say otherwise. A lawsuit is still pending. Christo is 79, so one imagines certain actuarial calculations at work.
February 20, 2014
Mountain Snow Pack, February 1, 2014
Snow levels in central and northern Colorado are good (I can attest to that after last weekend's trip). Sierra Nevada and Cascade ranges still way low.
February 19, 2014
Testing Tipis in the Jet Stream
16-man tipi and woodpile (Photo: Jamie Marchbank) |
Berger writes, "The sheltering quality of social order becomes especially evident if one looks at the marginal situations in the life of the individual, that is, at situations in which he is driven close to or beyond the boundaries of the order that determines his routine, everyday existence"
Such as winter camping, for example — definitely not part of my everyday existence.
Ira Chernus, a religious-studies professor at CU-Boulder, summarizes what Berger means by "the canopy":
What we want more than anything else, according to this sociological view, is to be in balance--to have a permanent stable order in our lives, so that we can predict both the environment and the responses to it that we and others around us will choose. Society's main project is to create this sense of stable predictable order and to make all of us believe in it, although in fact it is always a false illusion.We want a stable order, yes, which means that the tent stays up. But in one sudden 60 mph-or-higher blast, the high-tech "16-man" cooking/dining tipi, centerpiece of the annual Colorado Kifaru Winter Rendezvous, has simply vanished — and I lay in my sleeping bag, looking up at an angry murky sky, semi-illuminated by the Moon.
The canopy, sacred or otherwise, was gone. Stability was a false illusion.
Up, out of the sleeping bag, pulling on my boots, I made sure that the fabric had not snagged on the wood-burning stove — now tipped on its side — that still held a few embers.
Plan A, check with Kevin, my near neighbor, who had an "8-man" tipi set up. I turned that way and—where was the tipi? It was down too, and its stove had tumbled a pot of melting snow onto his sleeping bag. Luckily, the temperature was only slightly below freezing, and so Kevin had covered his sleeping bag with a bivvy sack, zipped it up, and planned to deal with everything in the morning.
Since I had no bivvy sack, my Plan B was to wrap up in the tent fabric like a human tamale and wait out the night.
Then I saw a head lamp moving over in another direction. Another tent was down. It was Eric's, and he had room, so I traded help in re-rigging his small tipi for shelter space. By shoveling snow around the edges, we cut down on the ground blizzards that were moving through the tent.
Kifaru's tipis should have stood up to that wind, and in fact, not every one of them went down. For the big tent — maybe the others too – I blame the fact that it was erected late in the afternoon, and the snow had not really set up around the long snow pins. We re-did it the next morning, making everything extra-taut and weighting down the edges with snow, and it did fine.
Eric cooking in the snow cave's vestibule. |
Snow caves are so quiet. You can hear yourself blink.
February 15, 2014
Disfigure that Peacock!
Now that you have the whole "murder of crows," "parliament of owls," etc. in your vocabulary — expressions probably never used by persons who actually dealt with crows and owls, but which, to use great-grandpa's expression, "smell of the lamp"* — let us move on to the culinary.
Just remember this: pigeons are "thighed," but quails are "winged," while hens are "spoiled."
Or people teleporting in from the late seventeenth century will think that you are uncultured.
This reminds me, I think there is one grouse in the freezer. What do I do? Allay it?
* Odd expression? Well, dip a wick in some whale oil, light it, and smell for yourself.
Just remember this: pigeons are "thighed," but quails are "winged," while hens are "spoiled."
Or people teleporting in from the late seventeenth century will think that you are uncultured.
This reminds me, I think there is one grouse in the freezer. What do I do? Allay it?
* Odd expression? Well, dip a wick in some whale oil, light it, and smell for yourself.
February 11, 2014
A Red Fox with a Missing Tail
While watching birds out the bedroom window yesterday I saw this fox go by. Obviously something has sheared off part of its tail — a pursuing predator?
It walked to each of the sunflower feeders and checked for fallen seeds, then circled around the house and climbed the hill up into the trees.
I thought it seemed a little stiff in the hips, but was I projecting that, still thinking of the loss last month of Shelby, our arthritic old dog?
We watched it from the kitchen, and M. said something about the hard lives of wild animals.
I wonder if we will see it again.
It walked to each of the sunflower feeders and checked for fallen seeds, then circled around the house and climbed the hill up into the trees.
The same fox. |
We watched it from the kitchen, and M. said something about the hard lives of wild animals.
I wonder if we will see it again.
February 10, 2014
In the Dust Bowl of 2014
There is nothing to see in eastern Colorado. It's all flat and treeless.
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I was right about where the red arrow is pointing in the graphic from the United States Drought Monitor, and what was in theory a quail-hunting trip was, admit it or not, turning more into disaster tourism.
Outdoor writer Chad Love blogs from a location downwind of that location, and he has posted some photos that, once converted from color into black-and-white, evoke the Dirty Thirties.
I didn't photograph those six cows, nor the herd I saw somewhere on Colorado Hwy. 10 grazing in the slanting sunset light in a pasture that was about half dirt, even though it would have been nice and National Geographic-y. Like something from East Africa.
Windmill on the national grasslands. Not pumping. |
We drove on to another spot closer to the Purgatory River where there was a little water, but all we saw was a single mule deer slipping away. Very quiet. Very dry. Just a general sense of absence.
Chasing scaled quail involves a lot of a windshield time—and to be honest, I have done better in more agricultural areas, but this trip was degenerating into disaster tourism.
So I admitted that I was doing that, ate a late lunch of crackers and coffee, and drove around.
We drove past the Huerfano River Wind Farm outside Walsenburg—as usual for wind farms, not all the blades were turning—and Fisher got a piss break at Huerfano Butte.
And there is the mystery of those deserted commercial buildings on the gravel road in totally misnamed Apache City.
It was good to be back into the mountains and seeing snow.
February 06, 2014
They Walk Among Us
Over in Frémont County, a/k/a "Prison Valley" (photo essay), people must be extra-worried about other people walking down the road. Reading the sheriff's blotter in the Cañon City Daily Record, I keep seeing entries like these, from late January:
On the other hand,
CR 123/Brush Hollow/Penrose, reporting party reported a male party going down the road waving his arms and talking to himself. Subject was contacted, and he was walking home from Walmart and was OK.Maybe it is because every year there are a few actual escaped inmates wandering around, most of them caught fairly easily.
Colo. 115/Telck/Florence, report of a party dressed in black walking on the edge of the road. Deputy checked the area with no contact.
On the other hand,
Fremont Street, Penrose, deputy dispatched to check on a party acting strangely in his driveway. Party's behavior was part of his religious practice.If he had a colander on his head, he would be a Pastafarian. Otherwise, we need more information!
February 05, 2014
Ancestral Air Produced Ancestral Maize
A wild grass from Mesoamerica called teosinte is accepted as the ancestor of maize/corn, but it does not look much like varieties of corn we know:
How teosinte looks today. (Wiki Commons) |
The vegetative and flowering structures of modern teosinte are very different from those of corn. These and other differences led to a century-long dispute as to whether teosinte could really be the ancestor of corn.But some greenhouse studies that replicated different atmospheric conditions resulted in teosinte growing more modern corn-like stalks and ears! According to one of the researchers,
“When humans first began to cultivate teosinte about 10,000 years ago, it was probably more maize-like—naturally exhibiting some characteristics previously thought to result from human selection and domestication. The environment may have played a significant, if serendipitous, role in the transition through inducing phenotypic plasticity that gave early farmers a head start.”
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