We found a ghost town in Park County, Montana. Felt as though no one had been there in years. I wanted to camp nearby, but the threat of grizzly bears in the area was very real and I was fresh out of mace.
Guitar shopping this week at folway Music in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, about 1 hour west of Toronto.
Here we have a lovely and surpisingly affordable 1964 Fender Jaguar. Obviously not in “mint” condition, but still quite clean with some nice looking, honest play wear. Selling for $2,999 (CAD) which I think is a pretty good deal. Also: it’s probably the lightest jag I have ever held…which is of course the primary criterion by which I judge ALL guitars…even before how they sound! I mean they must sound good too…but if they are not light weight, I never even get to the “sound” test. I just cannot love a heavy guitar. Well except for my 9 lb 1972 Gibson ES-355 TDSV. That one’s sheer beauty overides any weight issues… :D
Christmas at the Yellowstone! Aah. The Yellowstone - the
reason we basically started this untimely road trip - was right ahead of us.
After the heinous murder of that deer calf right in front of
its sibling the night before, it was obvious I wouldn’t be able to sleep that
well… Okay just kidding. I just woke up early because I just did. If anything
was haunting me it definitely wasn’t that stupid deer - maybe that thing since
Anyway, I did wake up a bit earlier than my comrades and
went out to take a photo or two - literally to wish a Merry Christmas to my
Facebook friends. Yeah - priorities. But it was worth it: the scenery was
something from out of this world I’m telling you.
Later on, we decided to go through the northern portion of
the Yellowstone - the only accessible part this season (via ordinary vehicles
with snow tires that is). As we entered the park, we asked the park ranger
about how far we could go, and he said we could go all the way to the Cooke
City - the other northern gate at the end of the northern route.
We unfortunately being the idiots we are, misinterpreted
that as an option where we could exit the park and get on the main highway from
We obviously couldn’t.
Anyway - there’s that - as soon as we got to the Cooke City,
nobody even had to tell us the fact that the road stops there, since 8-10 feet
of snow were covering the only freeway leading to the main highway from there.
So we had to return through the Yellowstone again, setting us one day back to
reach San Fransisco later.
Now that’s one story, but the route through the Yellowstone
itself wasn’t any less exciting. See, we were already too concerned about deer
and other animals (did I mention we killed a calf the night before?). So
naturally, the moment we saw a huge full grown elk walking the same way as us -
its back to us - we kind of lost our shit and skid off the road… and got
stuck in the ice stacked on the side, of course. If it were not for the kind
gentlemen and ladies from two different cars, who, luckily for us, were passing
by the same time - if they hadn’t helped us with pulling the Jeep out with
there chains and truck - yeah we’d be pretty screwed. Mind you, there were no
network in any of our phones.
In our way back from Cooke City, we encountered herds of
bisons, going back to there - homes? Anyway, the interesting bit was there was
this one particular herd, where two bisons, for some reason, weren’t wiling to
get off the road. These bisons are almost twice as big as our tiny little Jeep
- and we already have had two separate incidents with these animals - so
naturally we weren’t enjoying the situation.
Until this one particular bison decides to come back from
the field, go behind these two bisons and start pushing them off the road. Some
Animal Planet shit went down right there. Damn.
We returned to Gardiner, MT, at around 6/7 PM, and decided
to push westward - to cover as much distance possible over the night. Initially
I was shooting for the Twin Falls in Idaho - the last major city in the state
before Nevada, but who knew Montana would be such a b****?
There was this one particular road - a 75mph freeway -
through the Rocky Mountains in Montana: it took us more than 2 hours to drive
through it, which in normal days would have taken 20 minutes tops. I love snow
and cold - but NO THANKS, Montana!
As soon as we entered Idaho, though, the roads changed
dramatically. I mean the weather was still terrible, but literally - and I
literally mean “literally” - the moment we saw “Welcome to
Idaho”, the roads appeared cleaner and dry. Once again, NO THANKS,
We couldn’t make it to Twin Falls that night, instead, we
stopped at a town called Idaho Falls at around 1:30 in the morning. What a
Christmas Day indeed!
Abandoned pump house near Gardiner, Montana. We planned to camp here, but a strange smell lingered over the area. I recognized it as the distinct scent of something dead, and, sure enough, followed my nose to a place where two elk carcasses had been dragged into a ravine. They looked to be grizzly bear kills, but cougars also frequent the area. We moved on and camped with a group of fellow travelers about a half-mile away, figuring that we would be safer in numbers. All night long, we heard coyotes quarreling over the carcasses, but soon, even they went silent, giving way to what was likely a much larger animal.
These Parks Are Reclaiming Ugly Urban Underpasses as Public Space
Manhattan’s rails-to-trails High Line sparked a global trend of turning old transit infrastructure into parks. But a new breed of public spaces aren’t waiting for the transportation around them to stop running—they’re transforming the ground below the still-active elevated tracks.