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These falls look enormous. Belmore Falls, New South Wales, Australia, Morton National Park.

House Belmore lords of Strongsong, sworn to Arryn

Belmore is a noble house from the Vale. They are one of the more powerful noble houses sworn to House Arryn. Their arms are six silver bells on purple, 3-2-1. Their seat, Strongsong, is situated near a series of lakes within the Mountains of the Moon; a nearby glacial river flows east through a valley to Heart’s Home, and is within the southernmost river valley of the snakewood forest.The current lord of Strongsong is Lord Benedar and he was among the powerful Vale lords to sign the document of the Lords Declarant.

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A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE MOUNTAIN AND ITS NAME

56 million years ago, a pocket of cooling magma in the North American Plate crystalized into granite. The persistent pressure of the Pacific Plate slowly pushed that granite upward, and the sedimentary rock around it was stripped away by wind and water.

About 15,000 years ago, humans arrived in the region. A group of them stayed and became the Koyukon Athabaskan people.  They called the mountain Denali (“the high one”).

In 1867, US Secretary of State William Seward negotiated the purchase of the arctic peninsula that contained this mountain. He paid Russia $7.2 million. The peninsula was called Alaska after a native Aleut word.

In 1896, prospector and Princeton alumni William A. Dickey named the mountain McKinley after the governor of Ohio. Governor William McKinley was running for president, and he supported the use of gold (not silver) as the standard for currency. According to explorer Belmore Browne:

A few years ago I asked Mr. Dickey why he named the mountain McKinley, and he answered that while they were in the wilderness he and his partner fell in with two prospectors who were rabid champions of free silver, and that after listening to their arguments for many weary days, he retaliated by naming the mountain after the champion of the gold standard.

In 1901, President William McKinley was assassinated by an anarchist who had concealed a gun in his handkerchief.

In 1917, President Woodrow Wilson officially named the mountain Mt. McKinley. Most Alaskans and mountaineers still called it Denali.

In 1975, the Alaska Legislature officially requested that the United States Board on Geographic Names change the name of the mountain to Denali. Ohio senator Ralph Regula effectively blocked the name change for decades.

In 2009, Regula retired.

In 2015, the White House announced that Department of the Interior Secretary Sally Jewell will change the official name of the mountain to Denali. Here’s what some people said:

House Speaker John Boehner (R-Ohio):

There is a reason President McKinley’s name has served atop the highest peak in North America for more than 100 years, and that is because it is a testament to his great legacy … I’m deeply disappointed in this decision.

Congressman Bob Gibbs (R-Ohio):

This political stunt is insulting to all Ohioans, and I will be working with the House Commitee on Natural Resources to determine what can be done to prevent this action.

Senator Rob Portman (R-Ohio):

I’m disappointed with the Administration’s decision to change the name of Mt. McKinley in Alaska … This decision by the Administration is yet another example of the President going around Congress

Senator Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska):

For generations, Alaskans have known this majestic mountain as “the great one.” Today we are honored to be able to officially recognize the mountain as Denali. I’d like to thank the president for working with us to achieve this significant change to show honor, respect and gratitude to the Athabaskan people of Alaska.

The re-naming kicks off Obama’s trip to Alaska, where he hopes to highlight the reality of climate change.

tl;dr - Geologic forces spent millions of years sculpting a mountain, and then humans spent 100 years arguing about what it should be called.

The National Park Service turns 100 on August 25th! We’re celebrating with iconic Museum dioramas that are located in a few of these breathtaking 400 parks, monuments, and other sites in America’s national park system. The Dall Sheep diorama is set in August at midnight on Mount McKinley in Denali National Park, Alaska.

Given this site’s proximity to the Arctic Circle, sunshine—even at this late hour—brightens the perpetual snow of Denali, the highest mountain in North America. This peak inspired the painter of this scene, Belmore Browne, throughout his life. In 1906 and 1910, Browne made pioneering attempts to scale the mountain, coming just shy of the summit in 1912. In 1916, he lobbied Congress to protect the area so that its animals would not “follow the buffalo” to near-extinction. In 1917, a national park was established, and Denali’s wildlife is still diverse and abundant today.

Learn more about the Dall Sheep diorama and take a National Park Adventure in 3D at the Museum!

Belmore falls made the base off the first waterfall! This hike was incredible not a walking track made our own way! Made it down to the bottom of the next 2 waterfalls also!

Edwige Belmore …Rest in Power … I first  met her in 1983 while working  as a ladies’ room attendant at the NYC club Area.  I was new on the scene and feeling awkwardly out of place when  her big beautiful red lips kissed me on the cheek as she was applauding  me for looking  “ unique” .  in 1987,  I was a cocktail waitress at her cabaret night on 13th and 6th . She was the hostess and chanteuse and living life with a passion and flair few can compare. 


if I was, would you be?


April 2, 2010  by Edwige Belmore


My life has been nothing but a blink…. a breath…. a hiccup…. a sneeze….
I’m opening my eyes and everything burns. everything ’s blurred.
I see a bridge, I’m crossing it, I’m almost over it.
Am I the bridge I need to cross and get over? Bridge to what? I’m confused as always, and yet the clarity of my emotions is frighteningly blinding, burning, crippling.
No wonder I’m losing my eyesight along with the rest of my human capacities….
Am I becoming the crumbling stones of what used to be a path, a destination, a temple?
Am I the pounded dirt of a family home, or the dust one kicks in anger? Am I a rock, a root, a pebble, a leaf, a feather?
and again what would be my purpose?
if I was a rock, would you stand on me or hit me with myself?
if I was a root, would you grow with me or trip and fall?
if I was a pebble, would you collect me or throw me in the river?
if I was a leaf, would you gather rain drops on me to quench your thirst or crumble me?
and if I was a feather, would you let me float in the wild wind or wear me on your neck and nestle me on your heart?
If I was, would you be?

Edwige Belmore