Thursday, October 30, 2025
Crossing Nebraska and Iowa
We left Wyoming and headed into Nebraska. Our destination was North Platte. The North Platte River meanders from Wyoming and into Nebraska. It’s the location of the largest concentration of Sandhill Cranes in North America.
The migrating cranes all funnel through a small area. They stop to feed and it’s said that in the morning and evening flocks of ten thousand birds rise into the air as they go out to the daily feed. The number of sandhill cranes this spring was estimated at seven hundred and twenty thousand birds. I can’t’ imagine the sound of that many birds with their raucous rattling call.
They had already left when we got there but we did hear a few near the Audubon Society’s Birding Center. The volunteer told us that we could make reservations for next spring’s migration. She did say that the field trips always sell out early.
From Nebraska we drove into Iowa and met my cousin Pat and Her Husband Greg Hudson. They moved to where their children are located, in Ankeny, Iowa. We met them for lunch and of course I had to have a pork tenderloin sandwich. It was great to catch up on all the cousin gossip.  We both forgot to take any pictures of the four of us definitely a senior moment….
After lunch we headed to Keosauqua, where Renita’s sister Pam and her Husband Camp Host at Lake Sugema County Park. We were going to surprise them but decided instead to call just before we got there. Arriving at their site a party was in progress, along with a huge corn hole tournament. 
Renita and I played against each other, and she won. We spent the night in the Grand Hotel in Keosauqua. The next morning, we stopped and said our goodbyes. They also come down to Texas and camp in the same park we do so we will see them soon. 
Clear skies
Sunday, October 26, 2025
Illinois and Texas Bound, A wild Stallion in the Red Desert
Our place is in the mountains. Two years ago, we got twenty-one feet of snow and we hire a man to shovel the snow off our roof, The forecast for today is for sixty mile per hour winds and for six to fourteen inches of snow. Thats why we left last week)
We looked at the weather forecast and the winds were predicted to be over forty miles an hour with snowstorms. Two of the passes were expecting heavy snow. That made our decision on our route for us…
The route we chose was to go south over Salt Pass and then east, crossing the Wind River Mountains at Atlantic City, (which is almost a ghost town). Crossing the Red Desert north of Rock Springs, we kept watch for wild horses. We did see a group of three, but they were too far away.
A little further we saw a car stopped. A lady was taking pictures of a wild mustang, and we pulled over. The beautiful horse stood proud and gave us a perfect profile. At one point it turned and looked directly at us before walking away.
Continuing we drove east and passed a rock shop. It was open and so of course we stopped. Renita mentioned that she thought we had enough rocks, but she was wrong. We added to our collection with some cabochons, already cut. The ones we purchased were Graveyard Plume Agates, from Washington State, green aventurine, a blue optical fiber piece, and five pieces of red carnelian, (one of five gems mentioned in the bible).
While I make my own cabochons and love making them, these save me about two hours of work for each piece. I am simply buying time, which is the most precious thing one has. I also bought two slabs of Teepe Canyon agate from the Black Hills and a slab of Montana moss agate from the Yellowstone River. Renita purchased a ring made of moonstone set in sterling silver.
We were both excited about our purchases, and when we arrive in Texas I will set mine in sterling and 14 K gold-filled wire.  Clear skies
Friday, October 17, 2025
Fishing the Bitterroot, Hamilton, Montana
Our time up North was drawing to a close, we still had one thing to do, and that was to visit our daughter Jen and her husband Eric. Of course, the main purpose was to see them, but we had also never fished on the Bitterroot. It’s one of the classic Western streams that contains native Cutthroat, introduced Browns, and even some rainbows.
No fishing trip would be complete without going to the local fly shop and buying flies, both dry and wet. The owner was very knowledgeable and talked us into spending about one hundred dollars, he also told us that if it was a clear sunny day and the fish wouldn’t be biting. Walking out of the shop we enjoyed the warmth of the bright sun.
A hatch was occurring of tiny, and I mean tiny mayflies so besides various nymphs, wet flies that sink, I purchased some size 22 and 24 dries that matched the hatch. The Bitterroot runs from south to north so we drove to a public access point to the north and if the first spot didn’t work would drive south fishing other access points if needed,
At the first stop Jen and Eric walked upstream while Renita and I started at the bridge. I was throwing a streamer, which resembles a minnow, and Renita tied on a size 14 purple haze, (which he also said worked and it’s a fly we use a lot in Wyoming).
Neither of us had any takers, or even lookers so we walked upstream. I waded out to a small island and saw two fish taking something off the top. Changing flies, I put on a dry purple haze and on the second cast a fish rose and took my dry!  I was so excited I pulled the fly out of its mouth and missed it. After numerous casts, I switched to a tiny size 24 mayfly but still no luck.
We walked further upstream and at a sunken tree I spotted probably the biggest cutthroat I have ever seen. Casting my fly, the trout simply swam into a mass of roots, all I could see was its tail. It never looked at my fly! I should have taken a picture with my phone as I didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of catching it.
Even if it had taken my offering, it would have simply swam into the roots and broken my leader. Meanwhile Renita headed to another spot and tried again without any success. Jen and Eric met us and I told them about the huge trout. They never saw the fish as it had moved deeper into its lair.
We decided to move to another access point, without any luck. To add to our misery there were quite a few fish taking very small flies, which we couldn’t see. I switched to a size 24 dry, but it didn’t matter, The sun was still shining brightly, (note the excuse from the fly shop owner)! A bald eagle flew overhead deciding we were no threat to its food source, (do you like the way I change the subject)? 
Jen hadn’t caught any fish either and talked about spotting a school of large fish feeding on the bottom. They were probably Mountain whitefish, a tasty white meat fish, but they wouldn’t bite on our offerings.
As we prepared to leave, the sun was still shining brightly! Renita and I both kept casting until Jen told us we had to go, as we had reservations at our favorite steakhouse. It wasn’t the first time we had been skunked. We will be back! Clear skies
Thursday, October 9, 2025
Part 1 Continued, A bear and a coyote at Grand Teton National Park
From the moose encounter we next headed to a place where our friends had seen a black bear. As we neared the location, we saw a large number of people taking pictures and watching something below by a pond. Parking we grabbed our cameras and looking down could see a black bear munching berries.
It would bite on a branch and then pull the branch through its teeth stripping the berries into its mouth. The bear was unconcerned about all the people and moved about the branches. As it neared the top of the small tree it slipped and fell but caught itself and climbed back up.
Nearing the top its head and shoulders were visible, which is a rarity when they are eating in thick brush. Finally filling up for the moment, it climbed down to take a long drink from a small stream below us.
After slaking its thirst, it moved toward the people but stopped and decided it would be better off to go back to the first tree and make sure it had gleaned all of the berries. Its typical bear behavior, eat till its stomach is full, then take a long drink from a nearby pond, before returning to fill up. The bears are all in hyperphagia and will eat for up to twenty two hours each day. Several years back we watched a bear go for a swim before returning to eating berries).
This is the time the females eat enough to be sure that the fetuses will grow inside them and emerge as cubs next year. The sows, if not fat enough, will reabsorb the fetuses and will not produce cubs, (by the way the sows will mate with multiple boars and may have multiple fathers in their litter of cubs.
After taking lots of pictures we decided to go looking for a grizzly bear, Driving to Leeks Marina without spotting any grizzlies we saw a member of the wildlife Management team parking at a place where we have seen grizzlies. 
Pulling in we waited but no grizzly appeared and so we drove to Pilgrim Creek. Nothing was happening and returning to where we had spent time waiting, we saw people rushing to watch a grizzly bear, bear 1063, as it was heading into the woods. Getting back in the car we drove to Pilgrim Creek where the bear might be headed.
The only excitement at Pilgrim Creek was a lone coyote that paraded in front of us. It was wearing a collar which is never a good sign for its survival. Coyotes and Fox are only collared when they start to eat human food, they have been fed!  If they continue to eat people food, they will be euthanized.
If you feed wildlife, remember a fed critter is a dead critter, be it bears, coyotes, fox, etc. You might as well shoot it, you are not doing any kindness.
The last sight of the day was that of a rescue helicopter with two first responders hanging below it on a long rope. If you blow up the picture you can see them dangling far below the copter. What a ride!It had been a great day watching  four moose, a bear, and a coyote.  Time to head home. 
Clear skies
Monday, October 6, 2025
A great Day in Grand Teton National Park A face off between two bulls!
We were busy packing when our neighbors Becky and Fred told us about their trip to Grand Teton National Park. They had made a quick trip to the park and in only six hours got to watch two moose and a black bear!
The weather here has been crazy with daily heavy rains, but the forecast was for a one-day break before the rain and cold weather returned. So the next day we got up early, at six am, and headed to Jackson for a quick breakfast at McDonalds before heading to the park.
Taking the roundabout, we drove towards Kelly and quickly ran into a moose jam. Stopping, we talked with a person who told us four moose had been in an open area but that they had just disappeared into a thicket of willows,
Looking further north we saw people still taking pictures and so we parked, grabbed our cameras and joined the group photographing a huge bull moose guarding a single cow.
At one point the bull turned and looked at us but he decided we were not a threat. A smaller moose calf fed in the willows. Suddenly a small bull moose appeared across the Gros Ventre River. He was smelling the cow and walked up to the water before the huge bull made an appearance.
The much smaller bull seemed to lose interest, and the large bull decided the challenger wasn’t worth the effort and the cow laid down for a siesta. The young bull decided the time was right to try and sneak across the river as the smell of the cow in estrus was driving him wild. 
It’s rutting time and it was the first time we have ever seen two bull moose squaring off over the cow. The young bull started to wade across the river.  It would take a few steps and then paise looking for his opponent.
Slowly he approached the south bank of the river when suddenly the huge bull stood up and appeared on the bank. We have never seen a moose move as fast as the young bull as it splashed away to escape the massive rack. Discretion can be better than valor. The young bull decided to leave the area and disappeared in the willows on the north bank of the Gros Ventre. What a start to the day.
Clear skies
In spite of the government shutdown, the park was open, but without any services besides the restrooms. The entrance booths were unoccupied, not that it mattered much as we both have Senior Passes.
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
Prepping for the winter
It is almost time for us to leave Star Valley. The Star Valley Rv Resort has announced the closing day on October 15th. Th water lines will freeze if they are not drained. Otherwise, we would stay longer as we love it here.
Its been an incredible busy six months, most of which we have already written posts about. We have played more pickle ball than ever before and at times the best we have already played. However, its getting harder to move so some of the shots go flying past us. 
I have a bunch of things to fix so I can continue to improve on the depth of serve, being in the ready position, hitting with the ball on lobs, and working on my backhand, are just a few. I did play in one tournament called “the dink a thon”. I entered the 3.5 level group and quickly realized I was in the wrong group. Oh well, someone has to be the anchor.
We hope to hold a similar tournament in South Texas as many of our players are lacking in dinking skills. We also play in two round robin groups. One meets on Monday afternoon and is limited to 3.0 and 3.5 players of any age. Another meets every Friday and is limited to players who are seventy years old and above. There are a lot of people in this group, many of which are above our skill levels, (4.0 and above. New partners are drawn for each game ). It’s a good way to meet people and the better players will often suggest changes to better our play! Thanks to Nora for organizing both activities.
We had hoped to go to Grand Teton National Park but it’s shutdown with the government closure. We are heading to Jen and Erics for some flyfishing, before heading to a small family reunion at my sister Connie and Gary’s house in Springfield, Illinois. 
We also have several more doctors’ appointments before we can leave. Hopefully all will go as planned and we hope to arrive in South Texas November First. To all our friends who are traveling we wish you safe travels, and to others we hope to see you down the road.
Clear skies
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Saturday, September 20, 2025
Hiking to Phelps Lake, Grand Teton National Park
We spent two days looking for bears in Grand Teton Park, with no luck. The Hawthorne Trees are filled with berries. However, the foliage is so dense that unless you get lucky you can’t spot the bears. We never got lucky. Still, we had beautiful spots for picnics, the days were smoke free and on the second day we hiked to Phelps Lake.
Rating the hikes, Phelps Lake is the easiest. It’s normally 2.2 miles but the normal route is closed due to black bears. A temporary route is open which adds another 1.2 miles to the round trip, making the round trip 3.4 miles total in length.
The elevation gain is only two hundred and twenty-five feet and its rated as an easy hike.  We spotted a doe and fawn black tailed mule deer. They were healthy, unlike the doe and fawn we see in our rv  park, dying from chronic wasting disease.
Returning to our car we next drove to Sawmill Pond where we spotted a belted kingfisher. A moose had been visible, but it had disappeared just before we arrived. It was still a nice place for lunch.
After lunch we drove the Teton Park Road. Lots of people, lots of people with electric bikes, but very little wildlife. The parking lots at Jenny Lake and Lake Taggert Trail were both jammed with cars, many being forced to park alongside the road.
We saw quite a few people at the Black Tail Pond Overlook. A juvenile bald eagle was soaring overhead, and we got a pretty good image. It’s a huge bird and the beak it unmistakable, the beak of an eagle.
It’s not unusual for us to miss seeing any bears. Normally we see bears for about one day for every three days we visit. We’re not sure if we will get back to the park as our time is getting short and we will be heading south when our park closes. The water is shut off, on/about October 15th.
Clear skies
Thursday, September 11, 2025
Hiking to Grand View Point, 2025
Earlier this summer, our Daughter Jen joined us for a hike to Taggert Lake. The next hike on our list, and the most strenuous, was our yearly hike to Grand View Point. It’s listed as an easy hike but at seventy-three, there really isn’t any such thing. 
Arriving at the parking lot we put on our hiking boots. Starting up, I asked Renita where we headed and she promptly answered, “To the Top”, (thanks to Steve Gardiner for telling the story in one of his books of hiking with his daughter up Snow king).  The first part of the trail had mud puddles, and we realized it had rained shortly before our arrival. We didn’t see any bear prints, always a good sign. Some years we have seen grizzly prints on the trail, so we were carrying bear spray.
 As we entered the forest canopy the trail was covered with debris from the rain and the rocks were slippery. Stepping carefully, we avoided any slips and falls, perhaps due to our trek poles. The trek poles give us extra balance as at our age balance is a problem…At one point Renita spotted a flock of Dusky Grouse.
Stopping frequently to catch our breath, we didn’t notice dead trees form beetle kill. Most of the trees looked to have survived the year. The only berries we noticed were snow berries, a white berry that humans can’t eat but one of the foods for hungry bears.
About two thirds of the way up we were passed by a younger retired couple from Pennsylvania as we visited another retired couple stopped on their way down. They were from Virginia. It was like a mini happy hour on the mountain.
We wished everyone safe travels and headed for the top. The forest opened as we approached the top and we stopped for views of Two Ocean and Emma Matilda Lakes. At one of the openings there is an excellent view of the Tetons, almost as good as the false summit.
On the summit we met a family with five kids who ranged from ages ten to two years old. They must have carried the two-year-old girl. The parents had their hands full! They were also on a yearly hike to Grand View Point and like us from Wyoming. On top, three young women from Texas were taking pictures.
The real summit has a sign on it and after some pictures we headed down to the best view of the Tetons and our favorite lunch spot. Some clouds were forming, and I became concerned about the possibility of lighting.
It has happened to me before and it’s not fun to huddle in an exposed position as lighting flashes and thunder booms all around you. (I have been caught three times on mountain tops, twice on Devils Tower and once while on the summit of Darton Peak in the Bighorns.
Hurrying our lunch we headed down. The pace going down was so much easier but we had to stop and rest. It was taking more effort than usual as the rocks under the canopy were still wet. 
My legs were feeling like jelly, so we found a tree stump and took a brief respite. The storms moved away from us, and we continued to the car. We had reached the top!
Clear skies
Wednesday, September 3, 2025
The Fires are still burning, cutting Australian Opals
The fires are still burning, even after the heavy rains. In some places the thick forest canopy acts as an umbrella for the fire and in other places the fire is so intense it didn’t die out. Finally, in some areas, (think steep valley mountain canyons), the fires cannot be safely fought.
The current Wyoming fires around us are:
The Willow Creek Fire of 4065 acres, (6.4 square miles), is thirty eight percent contained
The Red Canyon Fire near Thermopolis, has burned an area of 125,000 acres, (195 square miles), is 93 percent contained
The Dollar Lake Fire near Pinedale covers an area of 16236 acres, (25 square miles), is 22 per cent contained
Finally, the Little Grey Fire, about 35 acres which is 100 percent contained
We have not had any air quality warnings, even though we stay inside when the smoke is so thick that the government should have issued one. Perhaps it’s part of the cuts in federal funding…….
One recent release on the fires said that the fire needs a big snowfall to finally put them out.
Meanwhile I have been cutting a friend’s opals, cleaning our rock studio, and cutting cabochons that we will make into jewelry for next year’s shows. We were taught by our mentor, Dick Cline, (may he rest in peace), to never waste time working inferior quality stone. Today I amd planing on painting the dog house which is a cover for our heat pump and air conditioning. It is necassy to prevent damage from the winters snow, (two years ago we had twenty one feet)!
Its too early for snow for the fires, but being a former member of the Astronomical Society of the Pacific, I always end my posts with Clear skies.
Sunday, August 24, 2025
The Willow Creek Fire
Yesterday afternoon our neighbors arrived from their Utah home. Their route had taken them along Highway 89 and they told us of encountering heavy smoke and firefighters as they neared and traveled over Salt Pass. The night before our friends Becky and Fred had gone to a dark sight to view and take pictures of the Milky Way. They had seen and photographed the flames from thirty miles away.
Yesterday, after Pickleball we could see the huge clouds from the smoke and last evening heard that Salt Pass and Highway 89 were closed. The news was good and bad, Good in that the firefighters had prevented the fire from jumping over the highway and bad in that the fire had grown in size to almost four thousand acres, (about six square miles).
We don’t live in a forest and should be safe from this fire, but we are less than a mile from National Forest land and are surrounded by unmown grasses and fields filled with hay.
There are no fire hydrants in our Rv Park, that we know of, and so we decided we need a plan in case of a prairie fire. We once saw a prairie fire in a field in Gillette and how quickly the flames grew to over eight feet tall. If the flames are over two feet tall, a person cannot stop the fire. At over eight feet even equipment must flee, and the fire can’t be fought, Gillette was lucky that day as the wind died down.
People had gotten out their water hoses and were standing and waiting out the flames. It wouldn’t have worked. The best thing to do was to evacuate. So, we discussed what we should do. Evacuation is the safest thing in a fire, before it’s too late. To prepare we need a emergency pack with our papers, passports, and insurance information. The vehicles need to be gassed up and ready to go.
What we really need is a good soaking rain, something we have not seen for almost two months……
And so we pray for rain and not for clear skies.
Ps  we are not in any danger and thirty miles from the evacuation area, but now is the time to prepare for future fires
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
Hummingbird Wars August 2025
The Aztecs God of war was a hummingbird or sometimes depicted as an eagle. His name was Huitzilopochtli.
If you ever have had a hummingbird feeder, you may have seen a hummingbird war. It happens when a dominant hummingbird, like a male rufous guards its nectar source. The male perches in our white lilac bush and attacks any other hummingbird that dares to try and feed.
Each hummingbird needs to eat half its body weight per day just to fuel its rapid flights, (a hummingbird weights about the same as a penny). It’s no wonder our feeders are emptied in about three days…..
One year we even found a dead hummingbird, after the fight had moved to a ground feeder. The nectar source is so important as the hummingbirds are in a state of hyperphagia, which the bears are also entering now, and they need to put on fat for their southern migration.
Clear skies
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
Fly fishing with Jen and Renita
The weather here has been hot and dry. Jen had driven down from Montana to visit us for five days of fly fishing, hiking in Grand Teton National Park, shopping, and seeing our new Park model, (think tiny home). 
She has spent a lot of time on the water and is an accomplished flyfisher woman. Her goal here was to catch two of the four species of native cutthroats in Wyoming, working on the Wyoming Cut Slam award that Renita and I both earned years ago.
On the first day of flyfishing we drove to Salt Creek and attempted to catch Bonniville Cutthroat Trout. Despite our best efforts the stream appeared to be devoid of any catchable fish. She did manage to catch several other small fish but no Bonneville.
Heading back over the Salt Pass we next drove to a public area on the Salt River. Working along the shore we finally found a spot with several active cuts, and she caught her first Sanke River Fine Spotted Cutthroat, (she had caught one another time but did not have a good picture for submission. The river was full of people drifting on innertubes but as soon as they passed the fish would start rising and we were frustrated that we couldn’t get any to take our flies).
The next day we decided to fish the Greys River. It’s the longest undammed river in the longest forty eight states. It was another frustrating day as the fish seemed to have lockjaw but at one of our spots Jen hooked a large Snake River Cutthroat. She fought it for quite a while before the hook pulled free about the time I got there with my net…….
We also fished the Little Grey, a tributary, and there we both caught small cuts. I caught and released three on the lower stretch and Jen caught several. Deciding to take it easy we did not cross McDougal pass and pursue a Colorado Cutthroat.
The next day we took a day off from fishing and went on the hike, which was the previous blog entry. On the following day we decided to float the Salt River. Wyoming Game and fish requires invasive species stickers. Thank goodness we could purchase them online, so we loaded the kayaks into the truck for a four-hour drift.
Renita and I dropped off our truck at the takeout point, and when we returned Jen told us she had already caught and released a fish. A guide boat started their drift, just ahead of us, and it’s never a good sign to have a guide boat just fishing in the water before us. I took the water temperature, and it was sixty-one one degrees so we could safely release any fish.
Storm clouds started to build but we still were able to fish, and I caught and released a nice cut. We ended up catching five fish before the had to stop fishing and paddle quickly to the takeout point
At the first rapids I read the river wrong and got stuck on a shallow rapid. Jen easily floated by me, (I have been dieting and have lost thirty pounds in the last three years but still got stuck). It was the first time she had attempted to fish from a kayak. She had brought her inflatable float board but was glad she wasn’t using it while fishing on the fast river.
She was already ahead of me, fish wise, and caught several more cuts before I finally had some success. Storm clouds started to build but we still were able to fish, and I caught and released a nice cut.  For the day our total was five fish before we had to stop fishing and paddle quickly to the takeout point. Taking the kayaks out, we loaded them into the truck and had just finished loading them when we got hit with a deluge.
It’s always a good day when we are fishing and Jen made the day special. It was the first time she had tried fishing from a kayak. It’s a lot more difficult while drifting than being in a drift boat,(or raft). Jen and Eric are thinking about buying a raft for fishing on the Bitterroot River in Montana, (near their house).
Thank you, Jen, for the visit and for making more memories, we had a great time during your visit. 
Clear skies, and love...
ps I do not use AI as you can tell from my mistakes....Renita opted to be the offical photographer.
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