The following article appeared in my local hometown newspaper a few weeks ago. It has everything you could possibly want in a bear story:
Recently a local family had the experience of finding a bear in the woods. Those woods happened to be on the [redacted] property four miles north of [town name]. Apparently she sniffed out the bee hives near the [family name] place and found herself in the trees.
After observing the trails cams, [the family] found her among the trees sitting on the ground and called Fish and Game to come take her to a safe place so she would not be killed. The Fish and Game were able to dart her as she was sitting on the ground. She apparently was not aggressive and seemed content where she was.
They said according to the biologist she was an older black bear by the wear on her teeth. They thought at first she may have been a grizzly cub because of her unusual blond coloring … The biologist was also excited about the coloring of her fur because it was so blonde, being a black bear.
The Fish and Game have no idea where she may have come from, but speculated over by Sun Valley, and it is not uncommon to have bears on the desert when the water becomes scarce in the mountains.
The bear was tranquilized and put in a transport cage and taken away, but not before everyone involved had a photo-op with the “sleeping bear.” The bear was transported to the Bear Lake area.
Our hometown paper, vol. 27
Really, I can’t add anything to this. The last line says it all.
Explanation: On Thursday night, we attended a community dance where we danced the Jitterbug, the Foxtrot, a polka and the Virginia Reel. By Saturday morning, we found ourselves standing at the edge of a field, praying over the grave of my son’s pet rabbit who had escaped his hutch and mysteriously perished without a mark on him.
The inspiration: Logs and rocks visible under water at Jenny Lake.
The execution: The first painting I’ve ever done entirely with a pallette knife.
Yes, yes. Underwhelming, I know. I have so many ideas and limited time, so I have decided to go the route of prodigious quantity over quality, based on the theory that if you churn out enough quantity, your quality will also improve eventually. Actually, I have seen this principle operate in my son’s paintings. However, in this case the quality is more potential than realized.
I have seen amazing, photorealistic paintings of pebbles under shallow water by professional Western artists. I’d love to return to that theme some day, when I have weeks or months to spend on it, and do a better job. Bucket list.
I did not need to look this up in my Falcon Guide to Central Rocky Mountain Wildflowers. Husband identified it, and kids immediately started throwing it at each other.
(Why, you ask, is Oregon so greedy with the plant names? Well, remember that at one time, Idaho was part of Oregon Territory. The name Idaho was made up and used later.)
“The leaves may be entire, lobed, or deeply cleft into several narrow segments. Open, dry places, valleys and plains to alpine zones. Meriwether Lewis collected a specimen of this species on June 6, 1806, along the high uplands of the ‘Kooskooskee’ (Clearwater) River, near ‘Camp Chopunnish,’ or present-day Kamiah, Idaho.” (Falcon Guide, p. 108)
“The bright yellow flowers give way to a grapelike cluster of purple berries with whitish coating. In the fall, some of the leaves often turn bright red, orange, or bronze.
“The tart berries make a refreshing, lemonade-like drink and fine jelly or wine. The yellow inner bark was used by Native Americans as a yellow dye and as a medicine with many applications.”
Here was our sales booth at this year’s American Falls Days. We did OK. I sold two Long Guests and my son sold some paintings.
Here are a few other vendors, visible from our corner of the park. The Navajo Tacos are to die for: basically taco fixins on fry bread. I get some every year.
Vendors were ringed all around the city park, with food trucks parked on the street.
Also, there was this adorable dog, the tiniest sheep dog I have ever seen.
But the kickoff event for American Falls Days was the town parade. If you have never seen a summer parade in small-town America, may I just say you are missing out. I had to stay in our booth while the parade went by. (My son, meanwhile, went off to collect candy. All the floats threw candy.) Anyway, I was close enough to the street that I could zoom in and photograph the parade from a distance, as if in miniature. So here’s your guided tour.
First of all, we have veterans bearing an American flag and a state flag.
This float belongs to Lamb Weston, a potato-processing plant and a major local employer. Near the front of the float you can see a giant box of French Fries. At the back is a giant potato with a face and, apparently, black hair, similar to Mr. Potato Head.
Lots of little golf-cart sized vehicles that you can barely see.
a trolley (?)
Politicians in open cars with flags. What parade would be complete without them?
The local Tae Kwon Do dojong’s float, with all the students in their doboks riding it.
Other students parade behind, doing poomsae moves.
I’m not sure who these purple-clad, Muppet-like people are, but they’re interesting.
Here’s a little yellow school bus. I know someone who would love this!
Now here come the utility vehicles. Fire truck, siren blaring …
Crop transport vehicle, a.k.a. “farm truck”
Teen volunteers riding on a ladder truck (siren also blaring) …
Senior citizens (your parade has to have them!) in a giant Radio Flyer
High schoolers (also mandatory)
A boat? What are people in Idaho doing with boats??? For your information, we have a reservoir, and many people boat recreationally on it.
Beauty queens. Every parade needs at least one beauty queen.
Classic car. The owner probably just wanted to show it off.
I’m not 100% sure, but I think this yellow thing may represent a bee hive. That’s a popular Mormon symbol for a large, happy (polygamous) home.
This is the coolest thing ever. Those large wheels are irrigation lines of the kind that you can spot in any field around American Falls. If you look closely, you can see that they are spraying actual water.
ACTUAL WATER!!!
Trailer, for some reason
This float was by the local Spanish-speaking evangelical church. They had a Tejano-style praise band, with speakers, loud enough to be heard past the sirens.
After the parade, they brought their float back, parked it in a nearby parking lot, and did some more songs and testimonies.
Being pulled behind the band is a small model of their church building.
This is the Green Machine. It had an entourage of people dressed in green marching behind it.
Now, for my absolute favorite float of all the floats. This is the Idaho Power cherrypicker truck. It’s the one they send out to our rural road to fix our power lines and restore electricity whenever a storm has blown the lines down, which has happened more than once. The brave Idaho Power employees will go out in winds and storm to restore power.
And look! It’s displaying a huge American flag, which strikes me as entirely appropriate. A local power company is indeed doing a lot to keep the country strong. If the power went off for any length of time, the region or country would quickly disintegrate into apocalyptic conditions. A nation needs its energy so its people can focus on anything except survival.
I’m not sure what the towerlike object on this float is, but I think it might be a model of the old town’s grain tower.
The town of American Falls used to be built closer to the banks of the Snake River. When the dam was built, the entire town was moved uphill, out of the way of the waters of the coming reservoir. (A lot of Shoshone-Bannock lands were also flooded.) To this day, when the water is low, you can still see the remains of the old town’s foundations. The most striking of these is a cement grain tower, which still sticks out of the water year-round. You can gauge the water level by how high up the tower it comes, or whether the tower is, in fact, on the shore.
A piece of construction equipment holding a beam. We small-town folks love our construction equipment.
And of course, a John Deere tractor. One of many.
And last but not least, beautiful cowgirls riding horses and carrying an American flag. These girls may be Indians. One year, the parade featured the Sho-Ban rodeo queen riding a horse, with a leather “crown” that fitted over her cowboy hat.
I’ve taken a lighthearted tone with this post, but honestly, I loved this parade and I love this town. Every community has parades to celebrate the things they love or that they are being made to love, whether it’s Dear Leader or a god or goddess. In this parade, we had: old people, young people, first responders, and people and vehicles who build, maintain, power, and farm the land. Horses. A float dedicated to praising the God of Heaven and proclaiming His goodness. This is just about the best, most wholesome parade you could ever hope to see.
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