Monday, April 14, 2008

152.9/26 The Trail to Dream Lake

Our last blog from Rocky Mountain National Park describes some of the many sparkling mountain lakes to be found in this most vertical park on the nation’s backbone. We start at 8,700 feet with sunrise at Sprague Lake and then go up as far Dream Lake at 10,000 feet.


Flattop Mountain at over 12,300 feet watches over
Sprague Lake at sunrise.



The warm light of sunrise
enhances the fall color around the lake.



A sleepy Mallard tries not to wake up.


Jean gets to work:
Hoary Aster, Machaeranthera canescens.



Hoary Alyssum, Barteroa incana


Common Harebell, Campanula rotundifolia


Thistle, Cirsium sp.


Shuttle bus station at Bear Lake trailhead


On the trail


At 9,500 feet, Bear Lake and Flattop Mountain.


Bill on the trail climbing towards Dream Lake


At 9,700 feet we come upon beautiful Nymph Lake—
one of the special photographs of the day.


The fall color show
for which the Rockies are so famous is just beginning.


Mountain Ash, Sorbus scopulina


Night-flowering Campion, Silene noctiflora


Mullein, Verbascum thapsus


The trail follows a small stream
as we climb toward Dream Lake.



In the trees, Jean spots
a Rocky Mountain (or Gray) Jay on Limber Pine.



You will find the Stellar Jay
wherever there are people.



This little Douglas Squirrel is gathering grass
for a nice warm nest for winter.


Mr. Chipmunk already has his winter coat on.


Dream Lake at 10,000 feet—
a photographer’s dream subject—

too bad for us it was starting to rain (and/or snow!).


The end of a wonder-filled day!


If you are still wondering if we ever got home, the next blog will get us there through snow and sleet etc. to our cozy nest.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

151.9/26 The Road to the Top of the World

The Trail Ridge Road (US 34) traverses 42 panoramic miles over the North American continent’s backbone from Estes Park on the east through Iceberg Pass over 12,000 feet elevation down to Grand Lake at the foot of the Never Summer Mountains on the west. It is an easy way to see the vistas of the “back country” from your car. Rocky Mountain National Park was created in 1915 (a year before the National Park Service was formed) and Estes Park has been a favorite destination for Easterners and Midwesterners for over a hundred years (See appendix.).

Trail Ridge Road


Longs Peak & the Continental Divide


Longs Peak, 14,259 ft.

Longs Peak is the highest of the 72 named peaks that are above 12,000 feet elevation in the National Park.

From Rainbow Curve overlook:
Horseshoe Park toward Estes Park


One of the grandest views on the Trail Ridge Road is from Rainbow Curve looking over the road of “many curves,” the Beaver Ponds, Sheep Lake, and the Fall River in West Horseshoe Park.


Mr. Marmot surveys his kingdom

The Yellow-bellied Marmot enjoys basking in the sun on rocky outcroppings.



On top of the world at 11,875 ft,
eleven satellites are visible to Millie
at the Tundra Trailhead


Millie is our GPS navigator; besides finding addresses in city jungles, she tells us the elevations in the mountain wilds. Usually, she “sees” only 6 or 7 satellites.



Jean explores the Tundra Communities

At this late date, October 23, most of the plants have succumbed to the freezing winds and rain. But as usual, Jean did not come back empty-handed.





“Belly flowers,” Arctic Sandwort, Arenaria obtusiloba



Alpine avens, Acomastylis rossii




From 12,183 ft at the highest point
on the highest major road in the U.S.
near Iceberg Pass



Comfort stations at 11,800 ft.


Dandelion, Taraxacum officinale
at the Visitor Center


Dandelions are found from below sea level to above tree-line (Alpine).


Grass in the snow

At this elevation snow is present for most of the year.



View West from Visitor Center
toward the Never Summer Mountains




Penny-cress, Thalaspi arvensis

Appendix

This is an edited excerpt from my mother’s biography of her father, Henry Field of Shenandoah, Iowa, about two trips he took from Iowa to Estes Park in 1911 and 1912 on the old transcontinental Lincoln Highway (approx. US 40, today).

“The trip home was without incident until we were near Holbrook, Nebraska. We came upon a bad mud hole where a heavy rain had washed across the road leaving it a muddy lake. Henry raced the engine of our EMF Touring Car, trying to make a fast run through the spot. The car plunged in and began to sink in the soft, soupy mire, rocking from side to side, straining for traction. Suddenly the car tipped toward the right and came to a stop. When Henry stepped gingerly out into the knee-deep mud, he found the right rear wheel lying flat on the ground, broken off at the axle.


“Everyone piled out onto the high and dry roadside bank and set up camp in a conveniently near tree-shaded farmyard. Henry got a ride to town, telegraphed Omaha for parts and arranged for a man to pull him out of the mud hole. Within two days the new axle was shipped from Omaha and installed by the local mechanic. The axle cost $6.00 and the mechanic charged $6.00 more. There had been only two days delay and Henry proceeded homeward without further trouble. The trip took us seventeen days in all.

“The next year, he bought a new 1912 Everett car—quite similar to the EMF, but larger. When he first got the Everett he put it up to fifty miles an hour, but half a mile of that was enough. Fifteen or twenty miles an hour and one hundred miles a day were enough for anyone, he decided. He took all six of us children for the trip to Colorado this time. We camped longer at Estes Park and took a different route home.”


What’s coming up? I am so glad you asked:
1. 153.09/27 Some of the trails and lakes of Rocky Mountain National Park
2. 161.10/06 Struggling through the snow to get home (with complete stats of the trip)
3. 3.02/19 /08 Fancy flowers of Death Valley National Park
4. 5.02/21/08 The poster peaks of Death Valley

Bill & Jean.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

150.9/25/07 Rocky Mountain National Park-Estes Park

Perhaps you thought we never went home or we got lost and are wandering around looking for “the way to San Jose.” The real situation is that we did make it home overcoming great challenges (chillingly related in an up-coming blog) only to find life at home is a lot more complicated than life as gypsies on the road. I have thought about it a lot since we have been back—I have decided that “full-timers” (the ones who live in their RV all year and follow the seasons) are on to something. No, we’re not planning to abandon our home nest—but it does makes you think.

There are a least four to five more blogs in the works—the last will be an epilog summing up our statistics, experiences, and feelings about our five and a half month celebration of our 80th birthdays. (We have another milestone in our young lives coming up this year: the celebration of our 60th wedding anniversary over the weekend of September 5th – 7th) [Yes, it’s true, Jean was not “of age” when we were married, but that’s another story—a very interesting story, but one for another time.]

But I digress. If you remember the last location was Scotts Bluff, blog #145.9/20 “A Lighthouse on the Oregon Trail.” There, we weighed the alternatives of a side trip down to Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park at Estes Park or to shoot directly west across Wyoming on I-80 toward Salt Lake City. Although the weather predictions were threatening, we took a chance and headed south for the Park. And this is where we resume our blog.

In mountain parks one always looks for the large mammals. By this time, at the end of September, the bear and sheep were cozy in their winter homes; but the elk were out attracting attention from the few remaining visitors.


On the road into Estes Park,
the tourist center for
Rocky Mountain National Park


Moraine Campground
was the last one open in the Park.


At the edge of the 8,000 ft. elevation valley,
we could see elk through the trees.


Joining the line-up,
we started shooting the seemingly unconcerned elk.


“Where are they?”


“There they are! Get out your longest zoom.”




The male guards his harem.



The bugle cry, warning to other males.


“There are too many of these smelly cars
on the trails these days!”


We had a foretaste of the fall color to come.


Thursday, December 20, 2007

148.9/23 Familiar Flowers of Summer - by Jean

Queen Anne’s Lace, Daucus carota,
roadside rest,
Ontario Province, Canada

One of the loveliest sights of summer is dainty Queen Anne’s Lace or wild carrot, Daucus carota in grassy places and along roadsides. A native of Europe, it grows in every State of the U.S.A. Long in cultivation, the carrots we eat are the root of the same plant, var. sativa.




Queen Anne’s Lace, Daucus carota,
Acadia National Park, Maine

The flower umbels mature into an interesting ball of bristly seeds.




Ox-eye Daisy, Chrysanthemum leucanthemum
(now Leucanthemum vulgare),
visited by hover-fly
Acadia National Park, Maine


The Ox-eye Daisy from Europe and Asia is found in all 48 states in open, moist places. Each white petal or ‘ray flower’ and each yellow ‘disc flower’ matures into a single seed. No wonder the daisy is so common!




Chicory, Cichorium intybus,
Ann Arbor, Michigan

A beautiful sky blue, chicory flowers are seen along roadsides and in vacant lots in the morning or on cloudy days. Once the sun is full, the flowers close for the day and the tough, weedy stems are scarcely noticeable. Another vagabond from Europe, it has spread throughout the United States. The root is roasted and ground and used as a coffee substitute, or to add a different, more bitter flavor to real coffee as savored in New Orleans and other francophile places.




Common Sunflower, Helianthus annuus,
at Scotts Bluff, Nebraska

The rank, weedy sunflower which brightens roadsides and fences in late summer is difficult to reconcile with the enormous cultivated sunflowers on stout stems that are grown for their seed and for floral bouquets, yet it is the same species. An American native, one of the earliest examples of its domestication is from the Hayes site in Tennessee dating back to around 2300 B.C. Another find from the Olmec site of San Andrés, Mexico dates to some time before 2100 B.C. (source: Wikepedia). Farmers grow the plants for the seed which is pressed for cooking oil or to produce biodiesel fuel, or added to bird seed mixes. The seeds are roasted into tasty snack morsels, and when hulled, added to salads and breads as a nutritious and flavorful supplement.



Tractor vs. Sunflower — Sunflower Wins!
Helianthus annuus,
Forest City, Iowa

In this member of the Asteraceae, formerly known as Compositae, only the central brown florets each form a single seed in a dry coat; the outer yellow ray flowers are sterile.




Goldenrod and White Aster,
Kaslow Prairie, Iowa

It’s mid-September and the Asteraceae family is at its most conspicuous.

Some 20 species of Goldenrod, Solidago sp., with tiny brilliant yellow flowers, bloom in prairies and edges of fields and creeks all over the United States. Formerly shunned because falsely believed to be allergenic, (Ragweed is the real culprit), they are finding a place in ornamental horticulture.

White Aster, Aster ericoides appears slender and dainty among tall green grasses, or as a low white mass in the dry, short-grass prairie of Nebraska. Growing from the east coast across two-thirds of the United States, I began to recognize it in bud in mid-August in Acadia National Park, Maine.



New England Aster, Aster novae-angliae,
Gering Arboretum, Nebraska

New England Aster is a stout 3 to 6 foot perennial with purple “daisy” flowers that is found in nearly all of the United States. Many shorter compact varieties have been developed for horticultural use with colors varying from pink to dark purple. Some were just opening in the U.S. Botanical Garden in Washington D.C. in early August.




Common Mullein, Verbascum thapsus,
Estes Park, Colorado

Not all late summer flowers are daisies. Wooly gray leaf rosettes on the ground (the first year) or 2 to 4 ft. tall stems (the second year) in barren places will call your attention to common mullein. This native of Europe and North Africa grows in all of our United States, and early assumed a role as an herbal remedy, the leaves being smoked by Indians. Teas prepared from the leaves, carefully filtered to eliminate the irritating hairs, seem to be helpful in pulmonary diseases.




Common Mullein, Verbascum thapsus,
Estes Park, Colorado

The yellow flowers peep out of wooly pale green sepals on the stout stems, and are pollinated by bees. The capsules of this member of the Snapdragon family turn brown, split and shed their tiny seeds and the whole plant becomes a dry, dead stick.




Butter and Eggs, Linaria vulgaris,
Acadia National Park, Maine

It’s a delight to spot a cluster of Butter and Eggs. I have photographed this lovely flower from Maine to California: in Ann Arbor, MI, the Tetons and Yellowstone, WY, Grand Coulee and Mount St. Helens, WA. It photographs best from below, so expect bruised elbows from the prostrate position in gravelly ground. The snapdragon-like flowers seem too pretty to be a weed that came to us from the Mediterranean region.

F.Y.I.
Search the name of any native plant in your favorite browser. An amazing amount of information is available. Look for “PLANTS Profile for (Latin name), (common name)” from //www.plants.usda.gov to see photos and a distribution map. Wikepedia references provide uses and history. [For fun, Google “Plants, Pawek” and “Pawekiae”]