December 2010, Lower Manhattan, a 4 hour walk through history.

The Wall Street Bull.

Looking south from our room a few blocks from the South Street Seaport Museum.

Mary Youngblood, Grammy winning flutist, was preparing for a public concert in the NYC Customs House/now a museum.

       Oustide the Customs house are 4 large statues.

Inside, above where the concert was to be held, the circular rooms domed/wall ceiling contained 10 large 20x20' paintings of NY history.

In the museum was a permanent collection representing the Indian cultures of this hemisphere.  This golden figure was from Columbia 600-1000 AD

Inside, everything was the best of the best. From floors to doors, marble and bronze or ceilings and walls and painted halls, everything was and is, equal the best palacial grandeur of the world.

"High Noon" on Broad Street.

                       Home of the Free, land of the Brave.  America.

        Lunch time in the Big Apple.

Stopped by George Washingtons favorite pub, but it was closed today..............sigh.

                     Outside the NY Federal Building.

Lower Manhattan is an eclectic mix of architecture.  Still finding streets I've never been on before.  Lovely!

Eateries almost everywhere.

Stone Carvers were NOT in any unemployment line in this city.  They must have numbered in the thousands and worked overtime.  It is a city of carved stone.

                                                                  Street Art

                                                                      Trinity Church

                                                               Hot Dog!

      Trinity Church, near Ground Zero, the stained glass above the altar.

         One of the many bronze reliefs on the entrance doors.

                                     Dad, camera, son and street sculpture across from Ground Zero.

                          ...................a NYC must do! FINGER FOOD. Try some!!

The city that never sleeps...........Gotham.

Many artifacts of NYC are stored below ground in vaults and tunnels.  Some, are kept below the roads of the land bases of the NY bridges.  The arched sections under the Brooklyn Bridge hold original material used in construction of the bridge and borings of the rock beneath it's structure and the East River itself; taken before the bridge was built.  I had the luck to view some of it 30 years ago.  The bridge is now undergoing renovation but I wonder what is stored in this section?

Glacier National Park, a shared wilderness of Montana and Canada.

The light of early morning illuminates to top of these mountains in the warm colors of sunrise.  Later in the day the scenery changes continuously until the darkest skies of night are illuminated with millions of stars.

 Glaciers are accessible and on the slopes near them are Big Horn Sheep resting in the sunlight and Marmots,constantly running, playing and grooming each other.

 Fields of snow and ice surround the mountains at this altitude all through summer.  We walked across much of this until we were quite winded and not having the proper shoes on, our feet were cold.  Wanted to get another mile in and a few hundred feet up to actual glaciers but..........it was time for warm, cozy and some soup back in the MH.

 Amazing how some things blend in up here.  Flowers and insects we have never seen before.

 Miles of views, each turn of the road had me wanting to stop and see or explore something else.  Each day up here is a blessing and a wonder.

 Fields of flowers along a road or up in a meadow are often just a bit different from the last field of blooms.

 In these colder climates moss seemed to grow on everything and most sides of it.  Ferns, fungus and well, it was a biologists wonderworld.

 Deep canyons and roaring streams and rapids were often only a few feet left or right of the road, but MAYBE A THOUSAND FEET BELOW!  Drive carefully!!!

 To access this lake we had to drive up what I would have called a cliff, but there was actually a road going UP.  We took our time and the lake was incredibly beautiful.  We were lucky with weather and often the skies would open for us and give us the gift a photo needs.

 Walking around the lake, we had to detour through some marshy areas normally in shade.  In there were pools of clear water with undeterminable age and though shallow, reflected the life above and the record of life before.

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It's hard to photograph large things without some perspective.  I often use the motor home to aid me here, but in this shot, .................well, it's kind of like....You had to be there!

(clicking on photos will often give you more detail,  /click on them Twice and you get still larger ones)

Glaciers.

 and waterfalls were now common and you see those trees up there?  Well, they are really BIG and that clue gives you an idea of the size of this waterfall.

Willsaw, Montana

One of the pleasures of driving out west, is the absence of waste.  Things might get old, maybe left as is for awhile or forever, but that which is old, is not just trashed/demolished/replaced because there is something newer available.  Old is good, even if it just gets older.

 The, "the" intersection of roads within Willsaw, have been virtually unchanged for a century.  On the side wall of Willsaw Merchantile Bldg, was painted a scene of yesterday.  The merchantile is still operating in some fashion as it did in it's beginnings.  The Bank, is now the  Bar on the oposite corner.

 Clean, neat and with a seat outside for anyone to rest and ice for those on the go.

 On the third corner, the old gas station pricing the liquid gold at 17 cents per gallon.  Someone cuts the grass and takes care of the flowers.  A small, very small population, yet all seems in order and working.  How nice!

 Beyond town, not sure now, were farms and ranches of old.  Time and weather took there toll on what was left, but nothing destroyed for the sake of destruction.  Even the old pick-up rested where she probably last ran.  Now things removed, but the life and spirits of past days seem to remain.

I think Montana is called big sky country but it is a wonderful state with more than sky.  I hope to visit it again and at a slower pace.

Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
I traveled through Yellowstone NP in the mid 60's on a weekend jaunt from Denver, Colorado; a very fast trip in a small 'bug eyed' Austin Healey Sprite.  I was lucky enough see it again on a motorcycle in the mid 70's.  Both trips were fast and the motorcycle trip was in snow, so when  Dorothy said she really wanted to see this park,  we decided to make this our turning point.  We basically drove westerly from Florida until we enjoyed the park, then we would head north to Canada.
The little sports car/top down, was a fabulous way to see the park.  So too was a motorcycle, breathing the different fragrances and sensing the temperature and moisture conditions-being so aware of your surroundings!  However, I add as an equal, traveling in a motor home.  The comforts we now enjoyed in our vehicle allowed us to relax.  We could now travel at any pace we wished as food, bathroom, sleeping accommodations were all present in our vehicle.  So relax we did and we took our time to view this amazing national treasure.
Leaving Cody Wyoming mid day, we continued west towards the Park as we knew there were a good number of government parks just off the road before entering Yellowstone.  We choose Park Service, Forest Service, Bureau of Land Management, Corps. of Engineer  campgrounds whenever possible as these are usually the most natural.  Built up to a hundred years ago, they had options for the best sites and were done in a primitive manner, leaving 'nature' as their focal point, not some man made accommodation like putt putt golf, swimming pools,  snack store, etc.  Also, since they were paid for so long ago, they are paid for and cost little to maintain.  Volunteers often are caretakers during seasons they are open.  This keeps the cost to visit or stay overnight at one of these park campgrounds very reasonable.  We checked out a couple of these campgrounds leading west into the NP and the third one we chose looked ideal.

 We were parked alongside a large stream with gentle rapids.  The setting sun illuminated a rugged ridge across the valley  in a pallet of color.  Not yet in Yellowstone, but life was good.

Dorothy noticed quickly the wild yellow roses growing all around our campsite so took many photos of them as well as other flowers we were not familiar with.   This purple one starts out as the one in the lower right and then open up in a big way to become the large purple ball in full bloom.

One of the first things you will encounter in the park are buffalo.  There are many. 

Streams and rivers abound and of course that means rapids and water falls.  We stopped often, camera in hand to capture the scene and to just relax and enjoy what we were apart of.

  Since we live in Florida, powerful streams and waterfalls are unfamiliar sites and we spent quite a bit of time in silence absorbing the experience.

THE WATERFALLS WERE EVERYWHERE AND ALWAYS SPECTACULAR IN THEIR OWN WAY.

Stopping often at the offered 'pull off's' we found several wonderful thermal areas with pools of clear water, most quite hot, and some showing signs of chemical and biological action coloring the water with beauty and possible danger.

Yellowstone NP made geysers famous.  Old Faithful is probably the most know.  It seems to erupt about every hour to hour and a half, continuously.

 Other geysers in the park do not keep such a precise schedule.  They may vary their schedule by hours and spout only once or twice a day.  We were lucky enough to get to Old Faithful at a fortunate time for us.  Another 'bigger' geyser was going to erupt a half mile away across a field, in 15 minutes; so we walked there first.

Then a ranger told us another one half way in between, a 'rare one', was going to erupt in only a few minutes if we could get there.  Off we went, with a crowd in front and behind.  We got there and positioned ourselves on a boardwalk prepared for viewing this field of geysers.

Well, might I add, the wind was up and our position too close.  When it spouted, it threw up a huge volume of water  a hundred feet or more, then the wind brought it down on us. The stunned crowd stood in panic.  No one moved and we were getting soaked.  I hollered "MOVE!" several times and then the thought caught on and the mass of viewers began to escape the shower.  Too late actually.  We were all soaked to the bone in COLD water.  No, geysers do not all contain nice warm showers.

Beyond a mountain near Old Faithful we could see a large thunderstorm heading our way.  In the opposite direction we saw the smoke from a forest fire that had just started.  Things were getting interesting.

 Well, true to form, we got soaked by the rain before we could get back to the motor home and so did a thousand others.  I stopped to help an old guy in a wheel chair struggling a bit. He laughed and said he was fine and was actually enjoying the rain!  Lesson learned!  Enjoy life!
We dried off inside the motor home and donned dry clothes before heading off.  As we drove south, we noticed the fire increase in size and a few days later, returning to the park from Jackson Hole we came across the damage done.  The fire seemed to start at a picnic area on the north side of a large lake.
A marina on the lake made for a good stop.  None of the boats were particularly large but some were classic.

 A few from the 50's or early 60's stood out.  Real beauties, this one a TOLLYCRAFT.

Note too, the next fire off behind the mountain.... sigh.

All in all, it was an exhausting day.......................