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Showing posts with label Neil Waring Photos. Show all posts

A Retired Life

Today some true Wyoming facts, all presented in photos.
15 miles west of town and the traffic does not appear to be too heavy

Nothing like a drive on a nice spring day. I know it is not spring yet, but it is sure starting to look like it.
Mountain stream running blue and cold

We took a drive out of town toward the Laramie Range yesterday, it was spectacular.


And a little closer to our pickup this little guy
The Pronghorn are in big bunches right now and make for some interesting photo opportunities.
A Raven amidst the Pronghorn


The snow up high always makes the mountains look perfect, with the big spring runoff yet to come.
Looks a bit like a painting

Thought today I would just blog out a few photos that I took on our trip.



Total trip, 72 miles, 36 out, turn around and 36 back. Only a couple of hours but most enjoyable.
The end of our trip, about three feet deep, we turned around and headed home
 
This was our view after we turned around

5 Periods of Wyoming History

Wyoming historians divide the history of the state into five periods. Thought it might be fun to take those five periods and try to list my favorite broad fact about each. So, here goes.
These are my favorites, please let me know what yours are.

1.    Exploration - trappers and traders

Without a doubt, Jim Bridger is the most famous early Wyomingite as all three, explorer, trapper, and trader. He also could be listed as one of the all-time great storytellers in Wyoming history.

2.    Emigration -  Oregon Trail
Many things could fall into place here, but the sheer numbers alone seem to be my favorite trail fact. Travel started about, 1843, peaked in 1846-1869, and by the early 1880s, it ended. During that period of time, 400,000 travelers used this main thoroughfare west. On average 10% died before reaching their western dreams.
3.    Indian Campaigns/Wars
Remember – this has to be something in Wyoming, thereby ruling out Custer on the Greasy Grass River.
 My top fact, The Gratton Massacre in 1854. Considered the first battle of the Sioux War, which by many, including myself, consider to be the beginning of the Indian Wars in the west.
Camp on the Laramie River not far from the site of the Gratton fight
4.    Territorial days
For me this is an easy one – Giving the vote to women happened when Wyoming was a territory in 1869, twenty-one years before statehood. Interesting that it may have been more for the publicity than for the rights of women.
Esther Morris - leader of the Women's Rights movement in Wyoming
5.    After Statehood
Many things could belong here, but I decided not to list people. Instead my favorite, after statehood fact about Wyoming is the wide open spaces, a state with only a half million people. Giving citizens and visitors incredible views in every county in the state.


Oh, if I were to list people they would be, Nellie Tayloe Ross, and Buffalo Bill Cody. Ross because she was the first women governor in the United States and Cody because of his legend, much bigger than his real accomplishments, but never the less important in making the old west into the movie, novel, and television wild west.
The west, Wyoming style

Relief from the Heat

Tired of all this heat?
Hey, remember last February 4 - yea, me neither? But I have photos.
Still hoping summer is about over?


Photos From Around Here

Thought I might post a few of my favorite photos from the last three month's. Actually to lazy and too hot to attempt to write anything. All photos are from my Eastern Wyoming neck of the woods.

Remains of ancient man
Lots of Pelicans
Cow Moose
The Horns are bigger and no velvet by now
A Goose out for a walk?
Osprey's are pretty cool looking
Monarch of the plains for more than a 1,000 years
Nice view
Hello
Think I will walk the other direction
Part of Rocky Mountain National Park horse and mule herd at Fort Laramie
These guys are fast - really fast

Vacation and Sandhills Crains

So where have I been the last week? Well, I have been on vacation. We went to Grand Island, Nebraska to see the Sandhill Crain migration.


Spectacular there were more than 200,000 birds, I would guess we saw three or four thousand.


We also went to the south-east corner of Nebraska to see family. I got to spend some time with brother, sister, brother-in-law, sister-in-laws and various others and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Now I am back home writing and editing.


I am also excited about being part of a documentary for the Wyoming State Parks, Historical Sites and Cultural Resources. I have finished my book, still with a reader/editor, on the Civilian Conservation Corps and this is the subject of the new documentary. The CCC not my book.
This Evening in the Park


And, by the way, 85 degrees here in my part of Wyoming today.
Love these Old Nebraka Barns

Me and Bill Nye


Bill Nye, as frequent readers of this blog know, is one of my all-time favorite Wyomingites. His columns, written over one hundred years ago still make me smile. On June 1, 1877 his column topic was a recent Laramie jail break. Never one to miss a chance at humor, he picked on not the jail breakers but the people that were worried that something might happen to them because of the jail break. The old, they might come to my house idea. Below are excerpts from his column.

“Different rumors pervaded the town last evening between the hours of 8 p.m. and 10. Some had understood that the jailor had been struck in the cerebellum, others that he was struck in the act of locking the iron gate. It was earnestly reported at one time that the court house had been surrounded by a large Russian force, and that some were rushin’ in and others rushin’ out.”

“He ends the column as only Bill Nye could. “Two hundred and eleven women looked under two hundred and eleven beds before retiring, and the man of the house put his trusty Smith and Wesson under his pillow where it wouldn’t be stolen. During the still hours of the night he would feel that he must shoot somebody, and as a slight noise greeted his ear he would creep to the door and shoot a hole in the rain-water barrel.”

I have twice used a photo of Edgar Wilson, ‘Bill,’ Nye, so thought you might enjoy a Wyoming sunset – I took this photo about seven this evening.

No Place Like This Place

"There is no place like this place anywhere near this place, so this must be the place." That was according to Wyoming deep thinker of yesteryear, Sagebrush Sam.

What was he talking about?  Maybe it's this Mule Deer Doe I caught up with a bit after dusk this evening.
Can you see the second deer?

Or maybe it's this view toward our little town from three miles away complete with a muted rainbow over the mountains.

But then again we have great sunsets nearly every evening.

If none of those were what ol' Sagebrush was talking about, possibly, just possibly he was talking about - Home Sweet Home.
 
 

Pronghorn or Antelope ?


Whatever we call them, Antelope, or Pronghorns they are a fascinating animal found over most of Wyoming. It was most likely Lewis and Clark who called this, only in America animal, an antelope, that we owe this misnaming. Antelope are found only in Africa, our Wyoming pronghorn is not related to these true antelope. The pronghorn is related to no other animal on earth, an interesting distinction.

From Clark’s journal—Friday, September 14, 1804
"In my walk I killed a Buck Goat [antelope] of this country, about the height of the Grown Deer, its body Shorter... the Color is a light gray with black behind its ears down its neck

And from Lewis’s Journal of—Monday, September 17, 1804

"We found the Antelope extremely shy and watchful insomuch that we had been unable to get a shot at. I had this day an opportunity of witnessing the agility and the superior fleetness of this animal which was to me really astonishing.”

Still lots of pronghorn in Wyoming, enough to support a very good hunting season each year and plenty to watch. Various states have tried to move and put pronghorn in parks, but it has had limited, at best, success. Seems that pronghorn need a large migratory range, and being fenced, even within the boundaries of thousands of acres has not worked.

Mae Urbanek - A Wyoming Writer


Wyoming

Green of the pine, grey of the sage,

Mixed with the rocks crumbling with age;

Guarded by mountains touching the sky,

Blessed with a grandeur none can deny.
Mae Urbanek
 

Mae Urbanek will never be forgotten, at least in Wyoming she will not. Why? Her wonderfully researched book, Wyoming Place Names, has been continuously in print since its first edition in 1967. Few books can still be found in stores a half century after publication. I am in awe of someone who could do the amount of research needed to write this book, and before the internet.

Because of this book I know that, Bill, Wyoming was named after four ranchers, all named Bill, whose corners met here. Wyoming writer C.J. Box could have found the inspiration for his fictional town of Saddle String, Wyoming thanks to Mae Urbanek and her research of this tiny Johnson County abandoned post office. A saddle string, by the way, is what cowboys used to tie extra bundles and mail behind their saddles.

 Mrs. Urbanek was not only a writer of nonfiction but a poet and a writer that dabbled in some fiction over the years. Her fiction book, The Second Man, of which I proudly own a copy, is a wonderful read that just never got enough circulation to be a best seller. Maybe this book was before its time.  

She published other books, now out of print, and nearly impossible to find, too bad, I have read as much of her stuff as I could find, she was a gifted writer and researcher. Too bad someone can’t bring back all of her work for modern readers to enjoy.

She lived a wonderful and long life, passing in 1995, a few months before her 92nd birthday.

 



A Picture is Worth a 1,000 Words


A picture, or in this case a photo, is worth a thousand words. Many writers might take exception to this, but a good picture really can tell a great story.  Here are five photos that tell their own story. Or if they don’t, use your imagination and see what you come up with.
North or South?
 
 
80 year old camp site
 
 
 
Here's looking at you kid
 
 
For everyone who believes Eastern Wyoming is flat - yea Right!
 
Home Sweet home to someone at sometime