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Winter Respite

Sunday, April 14th, 2019

Arrived late December in JH and this what greeted me.  A view from the front porch.  Not long ago, this Ridgeline was virgin territory but Jackson Hole is getting divided up especially among the wealthy.  I built my cabin in the mid-1970s with a chain saw and a horse.

This view never changes.  The North Face of the Grand Teton is one of the great alpine ascents in America.  I climbed this with Craig McKibben in 1968–a jolly good time we had.  About 6 years later, Roger Johnson and I did the North Ridge (the skyline on the right).  In 1967 Roger and I did the complete Exum Ridge, named after Glenn Exum who did the first ascent.

Snake River Overlook is the location where Ansel Adams took his famous photograph and is a balm for sore eyes.  Left to right are Buck Mt., Wister, Static Peak, New Perce, Cloudveil Dome, South Teton, Middle Teton Teepee Spire (named after Frederick Teepee who died there in 1925), Grand Teton, Teewinot and on the right border is Symmetry Spire behind the tree.   The Snake River cuts river terraces through the “Hole” and has for eons.

While the Parks are closed due to the Government Shutdown, the mice will place and I catch this fellow lighting off his drone at Snake River Overlook.  I step in and take issue and suggest (ranger-style) a better location.  What folly to shut down our parks, yet keep the DOI oil leasing office open……true story.

….and it’s clearly marked.

There is nothing like a hike up the Butte above my house with commanding views of  Jackson Hole.  This winter was one of the heaviest snow years I can recall–perhaps since 1972.

The view toward Sheep Mountain which the locals call Sleeping Indian.  I once climbed the belly-button.  My uncle, David Abercrombie owned a 3000 acre ranch just to the left of this mountain called the Gros Ventre Ranch.  His brand was the A Lazy D which I now own.  The Jackson Hole Elk Reserve is at the very bottom and has recently become controversial with chronic wasting disease making inroads in Wyoming.

Of course, I must get a ski run in–it’s only been 10 years.  With good friends at Targhee Ski Resort–a 45 minute drive from Jackson and worth the effort.  Powder here is exquisite.  The Tetons have a reversed profile from the west.

After, it’s dinner and friendship…..and a warm fire.

Dornan’s Bar in Moose hosts a hootenanny or however you spell it much of the year.  Bill Briggs hasn’t missed a night in 60 years and continues to be a bit of local color.  He made the first ski descent of the Grand Teton nearly 50 years ago.  He’s hell on wheels with a banjo or autoharp too.  Catch him at the Stagecoach Bar in Wilson any Sunday evening.  Thanks, Bill for all the years of music and interesting conversations.  It’s on to Tucson and Northern Arizona for the rest of the winter.

Mile High City

Thursday, February 28th, 2019

Always heard about Denver’s Mile High Capitol Building whose second step was exactly 5280′ above sea level.  With sea level rising and this capitol building sinking, I got curious on my current PLA conference (nope–not a terrorist organization–it’s a National Park trade show) about where things stood, so decided to take a tour of the building.

Well, here we are at the west entrance and sure enough there is the mark engraved into the second step, but three steps higher is an actual bench mark noting the mile mark.  The initial engraving was where the benchmark stood, but folks kept stealing it so they engraved it into the step…..but sure enough, either the land sank or the oceans rose and now it’s on the 5th step which is actually the 18th step with a new flight of stairs below.  Well, I’m confused already, so let’s step inside.

The capitol dome is simply magnificent both inside and out.  This building was built on an old homestead property donated by Henry C. Brown after several considerations for location.  The capitol was never built in Henry’s lifetime so he sued all the way to the State and US Supreme court and lost both times.  He vowed to never set foot in the building but just for spite, the state hauled his dead carcass up into the rotunda’s upper levels after his death to honor him.  It’s still called Brown’s Attic.

Governor Ralph Carr stands out in my opinion and many agree with me because there is this brass plaque in his honor.  I’ll not waste words here, but would add that this was during the last administration of FDR (who incarcerated the Japanese in WWII).  It turns out that Carr, a strict Republican, opposed FDR’s New Deal policies and likely thus, his policies towards the Japanese.  Carr invited the Japanese into Colorado as citizens equal.  Look at where we are today.  For a glimpse of these times read this letter from Harold Ickes to FDR:

And FDR’s response:

In spite of sympathy at the highest levels of our government, this was one of the blackest days of US history.

The lower rotunda has eight murals painted there by Allen Tupper True and the poet Thomas Ferril.  This was WPA era but was contracted by the State of Colorado.  True was one of the great muralists of the last century and a simple internet search will fill hours of your time.  He is also credited with designing the Wyoming buckaroo license plate.

These eight murals all centered on water–a precious resource in Colorado.  Here two farmers tend to the dirt and the sky for the success of their crops.

Framed by broad brass rails to the second level is another mural resembling airliners of San Francisco.  Most of the materials for the building were derived from Colorado including the floor marble (from the town of Marble) and the interior cladding is rose onyx discovered near Beulah Colorado and was mined to extinction for this project.  It exists only in the walls of this building today.   The columns are not stone but cast iron.  The brass is from the mid-west and the woodwork doors are from Missouri I want to say.  Light fixtures were both gas and electric because electricity was still in it’s infancy when the capitol was built and Edison and Westinghouse were still battling over AC vs. DC.  Today they make music, I’m told.

This is the Senate chambers and they serve only two, four year terms and then retire (term limits is built into the Colorado State laws).  The coloration is red, while the House of Representatives is green.  Non-the-less, each chamber was acoustically muffled in the 1950s with tons of glue at 3″ centers which ruined the interior design.

The (green) House kept one small corner panel to illustrate this fiasco.  The plastic protective (of what!) shield reminds us of what was going on in our heads architecturally in the ’50s.  Left to Right–restored panel, plastic over old panel with glue spots,  the acoustical tiles still in place and the original column.  What were they thinking?

This one photo wants to make me move to Colorado.  There are three things that are telling:  1.)
There are three buttons on each desk (red, green, white).  Red is a negative vote, green is a positive vote and the white is not an abstention… as all elected officials must vote or white shows.  2.) The marquee  tells all.  Senators are elected for two four terms and House members are elected for four two year terms.  Term limits are built in.  and 3.)  There is a piano!

My tour-guide, Frank, leads us up to the third level of the rotunda.  (The first level is executive (Governor), the second level is the Legislative who can look down on the Executive) and the third is decorated with paintings from a Coloradan portrait artist.  The State bought the entire collection of all the US Presidents; all but one are signed…..  We begin here with Washington. and migrate around to Lincoln….

By the time we get to Lincoln, there is no signature from the artist.  The original was stolen!  Here is a photo of the copy but the artist didn’t want to sign a second as it would legitimize the original.  Ranger Doug is offering a $5000 reward for the original’s return (along with the remaining two WPA national park posters–Wind Cave and Great Smoky Mountain).  What drives people to steal from the public?

OK–here is the last 50 years ending with Obama.  Imagine who will be placed next beside him?

We plod up another several stair cases to the rotunda.  It was originally clad in copper but it turned an ugly brown so the powers that be had it gilded over and over using this gold foil which is Colorado gold but sent to Italy to thin out to a micron or so thickness.  As a dentist, I was one of the last classes to learn gold foil technique with this very type of gold leaf, and honed my skills on grateful Navajos before my state boards.  I hope the dome and the Navajos are still happy……

Denver view to the mountains this  afternoon and below in 1889.  On to Berkeley California……

Boot Hill & Botched Borders

Friday, January 25th, 2019

Boot Hill was established in 1878 according to this monument and was closed just six years later in 1884 because it was full; one hundred seventy four are identified in a brochure guide–admittance is $3.   It was a segregated cemetery with different quarters for the normally deceased, bad hombres, Chinese (Row 10) and Jews.  It took Judge C. Lawrence Huerta, a full blooded Yaqui Indian to get the Jewish quarter recognized after 100 years of disrepair–in 1983.

This is the main street of Tombstone today–many of these buildings stood 140 years ago when the shootout at OK Corral occurred.  Killed in this shootout were Billy Clanton, and Tom & Frank McLaury at the hands of the Earp Brothers and “Doc” Holliday.


They lie only three feet below the ground (hard-pan prevents deeper burial) so rocks are piled on graves to keep coyotes from rearranging things.

About 75 of these graves are marked with crosses with the word “unknown.”  Others like John Hickey, 1879 read:  “Hicks was shot by Jeremiah McCormick, superintendent of the Lucky Cuss Mine.  A saloon brawl.”  Another was Geo. Johnson “Hanged by Mistake.”  He innocently bought a stolen horse and suffered the consequences.  The classic epitaph: “Here lies Lester Moore, Four slugs from a .44, No Les, no more.” marks Lester Moore’s grave.  Read here for more Boot Hill history.

Bumbling idiots in Washington have now kept our National Parks closed for 34 days so I’m sitting on my heels here in Tucson at the doorstep of Saguaro National Park.  I did visit the Sonoran Desert Museum which is world class.  The Saguaro Cactus (Carnegiea gigantea) are the defining plants in the Sonoran Desert and are generally a protected species.  They grow to 40+’ and live over 100 years.  Weighing several tons, it is mystifying that they don’t topple over.

Another beautiful NPS unit unable to be accessed is Casa Grande Ruins, just southeast of Phoenix.

“Park Closed”

Not only is Saguaro and Case Grande Ruins closed, but so is Tumacacori National Historical Monument (Tumacacori rhymes with quackery) an old Spanish mission occupying three properties (two of which are protected).  I talked with the ranger who is keeping an eye on things; he receives a check every two weeks with zeroes.

This Park unit is located about half way between Tucson and Nogales in southern Arizona on Interstate 19.


I capture the dome and old mission buildings over the wall.  Speaking of walls…….

After my presentation to the Tucson Historical Society in Green Valley, I received a tour of the I-19 corridor down to Tubac (pronounced Tubeck); later driving all the way to Nogales–where I hung out in 1978 while working for the Indian Health Service.  We passed dozens of huge trucks hauling Caterpillar earth movers and huge military trucks–they are all heading down to Nogales to build the wall.  Forget that they are not yet funded–let’s waste some more taxpayers dollars.  Here, about 25 miles north of the Mexican border is another border check-point.  After driving through this (I was racially profiled to pass right on through), I noted two Homeland Security officers chasing a person under the next freeway overpass….    I think we should eliminate all borders with both Canada and Mexico and send down a caravan of 25,000 American RV campers with yapping poodle dogs (and mac & cheese dinners).  That’ll teach ’em.