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April 5, 2007 – Mammoth Lakes, California
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
We have been somewhat incommunicado, but are now blessed with both cell phone and internet access for at least a few days. We have traveled far since our last message. We arrived in Las Vegas and found it big and gaudy but also welcoming. Our reunions with Chuck’s nephew and his cousin were wonderful. One treasures family and seeing those with whom you share a common thread. We camped at Sam’s Town RV Park, cruised the big city, and visited surrounding “birdy areas” including Red Rock Canyon, Mohave National Preserve and Desert National Wildlife Range. On our last evening we walked part of the famous Las Vegas strip. Caesars’ Palace is grand, the Bellagio has fountains, and thousands of tourists stream beneath the bright lights.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTWe have been somewhat incommunicado, but are now blessed with both cell phone and internet access for at least a few days. We have traveled far since our last message. We arrived in Las Vegas and found it big and gaudy but also welcoming. Our reunions with Chuck’s nephew and his cousin were wonderful. One treasures family and seeing those with whom you share a common thread. We camped at Sam’s Town RV Park, cruised the big city, and visited surrounding “birdy areas” including Red Rock Canyon, Mohave National Preserve and Desert National Wildlife Range. On our last evening we walked part of the famous Las Vegas strip. Caesars’ Palace is grand, the Bellagio has fountains, and thousands of tourists stream beneath the bright lights. Leaving the City we reached almost to the California line before stopping and camping at Longstreet’s Casino. From there we toured the Ash Valley National Wildlife Refuge and saw both desert and devil’s hole pupfish. We also began our tour of Death Valley National Park from this location. The park is now the largest in the lower 48 states. Dawn found us at Dante’s View shivering in a strong wind and looking over the salt flat several thousand feet below. A little later we admired an array of mineral colors at Zabriske Point. It was still relatively cool when we finally arrived at Bad Water, the lowest point of land in the Western Hemisphere. We walked out on the bed of salt and looked into the saline lagoon that gives the place its name. Amazingly, various aquatic insects swarmed in its brine. The next day we drove our rig to Stovepipe Wells at sea level within the park. We camped there three nights. On the first evening as the sun set we walked across a grand but barren field of sand dunes. The next morning we visited Salt Creek springs and found more aquatic insects and birds, including a prairie falcon, in the forbidding landscape. That afternoon we drove up the Panamint Mountains and, as the sun set, looked down from alpine freshness into the caldron below. Finally, on our last day we joined a ranger led hike up Surprise Canyon through brush and water and over rocks to a spring in a rock wall. The spring is hidden under a curtain of grape vines. Walking beneath them one is showered with water and finds a rock wall turned green with maidenhair ferns. It is a spot as pleasant as the entrance to Calypso’s lair. With the next day’s forecast calling for a high in the upper 90s, we decided it was time to depart the famous Death Valley furnace. Minnie struggled up some 5,000 feet and then took it easy on a steep decent back down to 1,000 feet. After that it climbed again and crossed the White Mountain range and then descended into the Owens Valley. There is Lake Owens, shrunk to a pond by the ever-increasing demands for water of Los Angeles. Across and towering above the broad valley appeared a snow covered wall of mountains, the Sierra Nevada. The range is grand indeed. We spent two hours at a visitors’ center gazing at the splendid range and its Mt. Whitney, the highest mountain in the lower 48 states. This peak sits only one hundred miles from the depths of Death Valley. The Owens Valley gives clear signs of geological activity. Here at Mammoth Lakes, geysers, hot springs, dying trees, hot ground, and smoking sulphurous vents fairly scream that the earth is unstable and fluid. No terra firma here. The USGS provides little comfort in stating that the probability of an eruption here is no more than one in one hundred each year. The Mammoth Lakes high-end recreational community prospers in the belief (or hope) that the next eruption will be a little one only throwing only a few acres of rocks into the air. The eruptions here in the past few thousand years have been of this kind. None-the-less, there is a circular valley here with a diameter of about ten square miles. When that bomb went off the cloud probably shadowed the globe for a few weeks. Visiting friends here we backed Minnie up over a snow bank at slightly less than 8,000 feet of elevation. Mammoth Mountain above us is still covered with snow, and skiers tell us conditions are great at least until mid-afternoon each day. The ski area is largely above tree line. Grand Jeffrey and lodgepole pines make a forest between about 7,000 and 11,000 feet elevation. The forest provides a contrast to the deserts in which we have resided since the beginning of February. Dawn today found us in the sage bush desert to the east of Mammoth Lakes. There a happy accident made this a great birding day. We found a sage grouse lek. Chuck noticed a cluster of moving black dots in a distant grassy field. Eureka! The greater sage grouse is the largest of our grouse. The bird is more than half the size of a turkey. In the spring males of this species gather on certain grounds or “leks” to hold court, display, and mate. Some seventy males gathered on the lek we found this morning. These cocks loiter with puffed up white-feathered breasts. When hens appear the cocks puff up even more and expose bare yellow patches of skin on their white breasts and raise a stiff circle of pointed tail feathers. Finally, they stretch and wiggle their pendulous “sunny side up eggs” and hoot in front of the prospective mates. Then hens stroll through the lek, coyly peck at grass, and seem to ignore the gaudy displays. In the end, of course, most find satisfaction there and fly off to enjoy a few more days of freedom before making a nest and producing a brood. The cocks stay on the lek almost a month displaying, eating almost nothing, fighting for prime positions, and, of course, mating whenever possible. Finally, close to starvation, they give up the effort and wander off to restore themselves. Their excitement is over until next spring. The greater sage grouse was a life-bird for us today, and a fine one. Later in the day a sooty grouse boomed from the mountain. We never saw him, but finding him by ear, we added him to our year list. Together the grouse made today a great birding day. Next week we will move north and cross the Sierras west of Reno, Nevada. The roads here are still snow closed. Once over the top, we will turn north again and move toward our rendezvous with the ferry to Alaska. Along the way will be more visits, sightseeing, and birding adventures.
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Gifts
Kara submitted on January 14, 1970
Just so you don't worry, the donations show up at least four days after they are given (on my runner's website). The first ones are up now. Thanks!
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTJust so you don't worry, the donations show up at least four days after they are given (on my runner's website). The first ones are up now. Thanks!
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Boston Marathon
Kara submitted on January 14, 1970
Dear Family, Some of you already know that for the past few months, I have been training for the Boston Marathon. Surprised? I was too when I realized I wanted to sign up. I’ve never been a serious athlete but found myself looking for a challenge last fall. I wanted to push myself physically and mentally. And what better way to do that then to join the President’s Marathon Challenge team at Tufts? My journey to the 26.2 mile course has not been an easy one. Throughout my training I’ve struggled with cold weather, a bad knee and general frustrations. But I know that the hard work will be worth it, because while I’m running towards the finish line on April 16, 2007 (only 2 weeks away!), I’ll be thinking of all the rewards to come from this experience. Not only will I be proud of myself, but I’ll be thankful for the support my friends and family have given me. Even if you can’t come to Boston to watch the race, you can show your support by sponsoring me.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTDear Family, Some of you already know that for the past few months, I have been training for the Boston Marathon. Surprised? I was too when I realized I wanted to sign up. I’ve never been a serious athlete but found myself looking for a challenge last fall. I wanted to push myself physically and mentally. And what better way to do that then to join the President’s Marathon Challenge team at Tufts? My journey to the 26.2 mile course has not been an easy one. Throughout my training I’ve struggled with cold weather, a bad knee and general frustrations. But I know that the hard work will be worth it, because while I’m running towards the finish line on April 16, 2007 (only 2 weeks away!), I’ll be thinking of all the rewards to come from this experience. Not only will I be proud of myself, but I’ll be thankful for the support my friends and family have given me. Even if you can’t come to Boston to watch the race, you can show your support by sponsoring me. Each of the members of the Marathon Challenge team is raising $1,000 to support nutrition, medical, and fitness research and education at the Tufts University Friedman School of Nutrition Science & Policy. If you are able to donate to support my marathon effort, not only will you be giving me further motivation, but you will be helping to fund an incredible institution. As I go through the next weeks, doing my last runs and enjoying the tapering period, will you lend me your support by helping me raise my $1,000 goal by April 16th, 2007? The marathon is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and each gift will keep me motivated and on track. • Your tax deductible gift can be made online by visiting: http://www.tuftsmarathonchallenge.com/ • Click on the Sponsor a Runner tab on the lower right side of the screen • Select Kara Davidson from the drop down tab for Runners and make your gift! Suggested Gifts - $26.20……… 26.2 miles is the distance of the Boston Marathon - $52.40……… 2x the marathon distance - $78.60……… 3x - $104.80……... 4x - Other Thank you very much for your support! Love, Kara
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March 19, 2007 - Yuma, Arizona
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
Early afternoon. We have lunched and I just turned on the air conditioning. The temperature will be in the 90s again this afternoon. Cooler tomorrow and we are heading north toward Las Vegas on Wednesday. Last week may become our hottest of the year! Yuma is a border town in more ways than one. Mexico is not far south and California is just west across the Colorado River. It is around Yuma that the great river is sucked dry. Some of the water is conveyed by a flume, the "All American Canal" to Mexico. Most of the balance is similarly transported to the farmlands that now comer its former floodplain in Arizona and California. With daily sunshine and usually warm weather, the desert becomes a vegetable factory.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTEarly afternoon. We have lunched and I just turned on the air conditioning. The temperature will be in the 90s again this afternoon. Cooler tomorrow and we are heading north toward Las Vegas on Wednesday. Last week may become our hottest of the year! Yuma is a border town in more ways than one. Mexico is not far south and California is just west across the Colorado River. It is around Yuma that the great river is sucked dry. Some of the water is conveyed by a flume, the "All American Canal" to Mexico. Most of the balance is similarly transported to the farmlands that now comer its former floodplain in Arizona and California. With daily sunshine and usually warm weather, the desert becomes a vegetable factory. This morning as we drove in the pre-dawn darkness to a birding location up the river, we passed a picking operation already in progress. The self-flood-lighted wheeled conveyor rolled across the field as many hands picked cauliflower and dropped it onto the belt. Tomorrow this produce will be at groceries in Los Angeles. On Wednesday it will be for sale in New York. The fields are dead flat except for the various ridges, furrows, and terraces formed for the different crops. Beans, corn, and cabbages are planted on the sides of ridges. Lettuce grows on flat terraces. Surrounding each field is a foot-high ridge that forms a dike. The irrigation water flows into the fields through hoses from concret flumes. Excess water and the salt leached from the soil; are pumped out into drainage ditches. The fields are prepared, seeded, and flooded to provide germination. After the initial soaking, the fields are variously irrigated by flood irrigation, sprinklers, or soaking hose, depending on the crop. This week the primary harvest seems to be green and red leaf and Romaine lettuce. The secondary harvest is head, broccoli, and cauliflower cabbage. The corn is mostly six inches tall. The beans are just rising. The farms and the river water make the Yuma basin green and dark brown, but the surrounding desert is pale. A range of barren sand dunes to the west makes a playground for ATVs. The Star Wars/Return of the Jedi desert scenes were filmed there. Yuma is larger than York, but the county is less populated than York County. Outside the town and the farming district is nobody. Across in California is not much either. The agricultureal district is farther west across the Great Sand Dunes in the Salton or "Imperial Valley." The Colorado River is the border and here it is a disappearing river. Not far to the south is Mexico. We corssed over the other day into the commerical town of Los Algodones. A bazaar of dental offices, pharacies, liquor stores, and craft stands, it is for Americans to visit. One parks at the border and walks across. We were looking for a prescription for Anne, but its being unusual, none of the stores had it. They did have our favorite tequila, Sauza Hornitos Reposado. Only a fool would make a Margarita with this tequila. There it was $16 for a liter. At h ome it would be more than twice that. Although Chuck needs a dental cleaning and exam, we were not quite ready to try that. Perhaps next time. We found a few birds on the border. The amazing Salton Sea yielded a life bird for Anne, Albert's towhee, and about another dozen year-birds. This morning we heard our first Virginia rail of the year in a Colorado River marsh. We found a black-chinned hummingbird there a few days ago. Except for a few southern species, most of the migrants have yet to appear. We are going to miss some of them. We will be west or north of thier range before thair arrival next month. We were hopping to see a few of the brighter ones, e.g. hooded oriole and western tanager. There is still a chance. Our DVD player failed to function when our expedition began this winter. We kept trying it and resorted to video casettes until yesterday. Finally we stopped at the Yuma Circuit City to buy a budget player. Instead we came out with another combination casette/DVD player. This really will be our last. The April heat wave in Yuma has slowed us down a bit. Yesterday and today we have retreated in the afternoon to our motor home and air-conditioned establishments. That may be a useful rest. Next we venture north into the Mojave Desert. We will spend one night at Cottonwood on the Colorado River and explore the Mojave National Preserve and then move on to glittering Las Vegas. There we will mostly be visiting family and checking the weather forecast. Our plan is to stay at Death Valley National Monument, but if it is going to be hot, we will move directly to the Sierra Nevada Mountains. After a week, we are to move north to Mammoth Lakes, California on the eastern shoulder of the Sierras east of Yosemite National Park. It will definitely be cooler there. We'll have to find the sweaters and coats again!
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March 21, 2007 - Cottonwood Cove Campground, Nevada
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
We are enjoying a pleasant evening in a desert campground on the west shore of Lake Mojave, a reservoir on the Colorado River south of Las Vegas. We drove here from Yuma on this beautiful spring day. After a week of temperatures in the 90s and 100s, a little cold wave has brought back enough cool air to balance the southwestern sunshine. It is now about 70 degrees and we'll have the comforter ready tonight. Before dawn we will drive west into California and the Mojave Desert National Preserve where we'll look for thrashers and the juniper titmouse. We'll definintely find "the largest Joshua Tree forest in the world" and lots of interesting volcanic geology.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTWe are enjoying a pleasant evening in a desert campground on the west shore of Lake Mojave, a reservoir on the Colorado River south of Las Vegas. We drove here from Yuma on this beautiful spring day. After a week of temperatures in the 90s and 100s, a little cold wave has brought back enough cool air to balance the southwestern sunshine. It is now about 70 degrees and we'll have the comforter ready tonight. Before dawn we will drive west into California and the Mojave Desert National Preserve where we'll look for thrashers and the juniper titmouse. We'll definintely find "the largest Joshua Tree forest in the world" and lots of interesting volcanic geology. To the east across the lake is the front of the Colorado Plateau forms a wall. The river is only slightly entrenched here, but we know it flows through the plateau at only a slightly higher elevation to the east. We will not, however, visit the Grand Canyon of the Colorado this year, but the sight of the river brings back images of it. I am reminded of noticing in a history book long ago that a certain Spanish explorer ventured northward east of here. The trace was interesting. It stopped, then looped east and north again, and then stopped again. There was no route across and the expedition was terminated. I did not fully understand why until I finally saw the trench that stymied the determined mission. We have followed the river from near its mouth in northern Mexico to Yuma and now to Las Vegas. From there we will turn west. The river turns east and we will part company. A future expedition will take us to its source across the four corners and canyonlands areas. On this road day we added only one new year bird to our list. A pair of h ooded orioles has arrived in this recreational village. We found them on our afternoon walk after the drive. Tonight we will listen for owls. Chuck is sure ther are some western screech owls here.
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March 11, 2007 – Ajo, Arizona
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
Late Sunday afternoon in Ajo. The temperature is 86 degrees, down from 90. We awoke to the alarm at 5:00 a.m. and made our traditional sausage and eggs Sunday breakfast in the dark. Then with a bit of daylight showing on the eastern horizon we drove south to Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. On this our second visit we planned to walk trails near and through the campground, to drive the Ajo Mountains Road, and to hike the “high elevation” Bulls pasture trail. We passed the border patrol checkpoint at dawn and arrived at the campground as the sun appeared. Still 50 degrees we left our jackets on. The trail passed through desert flatland and a bushy wash. The vegetation and land here, as everywhere in western Arizona is dry. Winter rains did not come this year. The spring bloom is a bust. Birds are few and far between. Another couple reports that two years ago in March they saw this desert wet and in bloom. The park literature unobtrusively suggests that a spring bloom happens only every second or third year.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTLate Sunday afternoon in Ajo. The temperature is 86 degrees, down from 90. We awoke to the alarm at 5:00 a.m. and made our traditional sausage and eggs Sunday breakfast in the dark. Then with a bit of daylight showing on the eastern horizon we drove south to Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. On this our second visit we planned to walk trails near and through the campground, to drive the Ajo Mountains Road, and to hike the “high elevation” Bulls pasture trail. We passed the border patrol checkpoint at dawn and arrived at the campground as the sun appeared. Still 50 degrees we left our jackets on. The trail passed through desert flatland and a bushy wash. The vegetation and land here, as everywhere in western Arizona is dry. Winter rains did not come this year. The spring bloom is a bust. Birds are few and far between. Another couple reports that two years ago in March they saw this desert wet and in bloom. The park literature unobtrusively suggests that a spring bloom happens only every second or third year. Nonetheless, the saguaro and palo verde trees and the spreading organ pipe cactus and ocotillo bushes provide exotic scenery. The last is finally coming into bloom but, wise desert plant, it has made no leaves this spring. Its ruby flowers will draw the humming birds north in the coming weeks. Now we find only a few around plantings and feeders. A camper sits watching Gambel’s quail troop through the campground. A canyon wren sings from the desert and a rock wren claims the sand by the rest room. A curve-billed thrasher surveys its domain from the top of a cactus and phainopeplas engage in territorial dogfights. It is fun seeing the common desert birds, but we find no target birds, not even a gilded flicker. Our auto tour and hike in the mountains yielded not much more. A canyon towhee greets us at the parking area and a red-tailed hawk floats into a cliff side nest. We lunch in the desert and then turn on the air conditioner as we bounce back to the paved road. We spend late afternoon in the motor home where it is somewhat cooler than the desert. While this has not been the greatest week for the birds, the RV park here has internet access and that was vital to our finishing the taxes. Whew. We have not done that ourselves in decades. We estimate that the job took some twenty hours of hard work. Thank goodness for Turbotax and the internet. Among the curiosities. We report different income to the state and federal governments. Multiple sets of books are ok for taxes. Wow! More bizarre is that our state income was different for North Carolina than for Pennsylvania. We had to tell Pennsylvania that our state income was more than indicated on the NC W-2. Verizon, some of whose stock we own, spun off the phone book business as Ideaarc Corp. We got 8.12 shares, the 8 shares as stock and the 0.21 shares as cash ($21). Long, detailed instructions were provided on how to find the basis for “the sale” of the 0.12 shares. It took more than an hour to calculate the result. The capital gain was $3. Clueless as to whether or not this would be considered a long-term gain, we called it short-term assuming we acquired the stock on the day we sold it. Turns out Pennsylvania deductions were inadequate and the state wants an $41 dollar (interest) penalty. The federal and NC deductions were excessive. I doubt that they will pay us any interest. Curious. It turns out that, as has been the case since the kids graduated college, taxes were our largest expense in Year 2006. We made too much money. This year income should be way down and as a result of our discretion in not working and our taxes will be way down too. We had never realized that taxes were a discretionary expense. We were too busy working. Our next stop is Yuma, Arizona and the Imperial National Wildlife Refuge. We hope that the waters of the Colorado River will be more conducive to birding.
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March 6, 2007 – Buenos Aries National Wildlife Refuge
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
It is mid afternoon and 80 degrees. The sun is bright, but the blue sky is half interspersed with high thin white clouds. We are waiting for dusk to walk along this long low ridge and look for owls below on the desert prairie. This will be our second and last night alone in the back country. With hunting season over we seem to be the only campers here. That could be great, and a quieter night than last we have never experienced, but being only twelve miles from the border and seeing all the signs of illegal border crossings, we are a bit uncomfortable here. It is telling when most of the cars you see have a green stripe on them.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTIt is mid afternoon and 80 degrees. The sun is bright, but the blue sky is half interspersed with high thin white clouds. We are waiting for dusk to walk along this long low ridge and look for owls below on the desert prairie. This will be our second and last night alone in the back country. With hunting season over we seem to be the only campers here. That could be great, and a quieter night than last we have never experienced, but being only twelve miles from the border and seeing all the signs of illegal border crossings, we are a bit uncomfortable here. It is telling when most of the cars you see have a green stripe on them. Otherwise the site is lovely and surrounded by a pleasing mixture of dried grass and mesquite trees. Quail and coyote pass by. We are in a basin and mountain ranges rise both to the east and west. The towering spike of Baboquivari Peak is visible throughout the Altar Valley and serves to orient the traveler. West of the refuge is the huge Tohono O’Odham Indian Reservation. Buenos Aries itself was a ranch established on grassland that could not support intense beef grazing. Drought came, as it does regularly, and the cattle starved. Worse they killed the grass, and when the rains came the soils went with it. Land that had never supported stream channels became criss-crossed with washes. Mesquite and cactus replaced the luxuriant grasses. Now the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is attempting to restore the land and its wildlife with inadequate resources. While we have enjoyed this southern prairie, we have found little new here. We are ready to move on to our next destination. It is the town of Ajo, north of Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. Before our stop here we spent eight days at Patagonia Lake State Park about one hundred miles east of here. At the edge of the Patagonia mountain range, that park is at the bottom of the Sonoita Creek valley. A recreational reservoir and the free running stream that feeds it provide an oasis and multiple habitats for plants and animals. We found several new life birds including the elegant trogon, the rose-throated becard, the violet-crowned hummingbird, and the black-capped gnatcatcher. Deer and coati mundi wandered about as did huge “boef” which occasionally intimidated the birders. Our hiking buddies settled into Patagonia Town during our stay and we shared activities on several days and most evenings with them. They hiked with us at Fort Huachuca (U.S. Army) to find a grand spotted owl roosting in the oak forest within a canyon below the snow-covered peaks. We hiked to the top of the canyon without finding the owl. Our friend Bob asked Chuck how many owls were in the canyon. When Chuck said two, he was surprised. “Two in this whole canyon! We’ll never find them.” Indeed it was becoming unlikely when Chuck paused on a rise and scanned the surrounding woodland. There, straight ahead beyond a turn in the trail, only ten feet above his head but twenty feet above the sloping ground was the large owl. It stared at him as he stared back. More importantly it stayed put until the group caught up and saw it. We shopped in the nearby border town of Nogales, Arizona and accidentally crossed the border into Nogales, Sonora. Our friends turned around immediately, but their car stalled in the queue. Both of us pushed the car back into the United States. Then it started. That was a tense and hilarious incident that we hope is never repeated. We had hoped to walk into Mexico that afternoon, but instead returned to Patagonia while the auto was running. We are ready for spring and a few signs are appearing, but a winter drought does not promise a good one here. Only the cottonwoods are leafing out so far. Except for the palo verde and prickly pear, there is little green here. Perhaps the Sonora desert with its tree cactus will seem verdant. We’ll let you know soon.
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Barack Obama
Tom submitted on January 14, 1970
I heard someone is thinking about Barack Obama. Here is a very complimentary article by someone who worked with him at the Harvard Law Review--and she is a conservative lawyer. "The Barack I knew"
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTI heard someone is thinking about Barack Obama. Here is a very complimentary article by someone who worked with him at the Harvard Law Review--and she is a conservative lawyer. "<a href="http://www.townhall.com/columnists/CarolPlattLiebau/2007/03/05/the_barack_i_knew">The Barack I knew</a>"
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bluebirds
Tom submitted on January 14, 1970
fun article about bluebirds. ""bluebirds""
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTfun article about bluebirds. "<a href="http://www.opinionjournal.com/taste/?id=110009733">"bluebirds"<a>"
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February 24, 2007 – Rodeo, NM
Anne and Chuck submitted on January 14, 1970
The Chiricahua Mountains are stark and a bit foreboding, but also a forest oasis in the high desert lands of southeastern Arizona. This is the land of basin and plain, where a continental collision pushed the land up and broke it, tipping sections to create lines of ridges. Erosion sculpted the ridges and made level plains of their debris between them. The Chiricahuas are a bit different in that volcanic activity and a huge explosion covered the top of its ridge with thousands of feet of hot ash that cooled to form glassy rocks. Water has since eroded out much of the softer material leaving bizarre columns and balanced rocks towering above deep canyons.
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BLOG TITLEBLOG CONTENTThe Chiricahua Mountains are stark and a bit foreboding, but also a forest oasis in the high desert lands of southeastern Arizona. This is the land of basin and plain, where a continental collision pushed the land up and broke it, tipping sections to create lines of ridges. Erosion sculpted the ridges and made level plains of their debris between them. The Chiricahuas are a bit different in that volcanic activity and a huge explosion covered the top of its ridge with thousands of feet of hot ash that cooled to form glassy rocks. Water has since eroded out much of the softer material leaving bizarre columns and balanced rocks towering above deep canyons. The peaks catch clouds and spawn rain and snow and so support a rich though patchy oak/pine/cedar forest surrounded by desert between the Sierra Madre Mountains to the south and the Rocky Mountains to the north. The plants and animals of these mountains are therefore a unique mixture. We find birds here such as the elegant quetzal and the Mexican chickadee that are found nowhere else in the United States. Portal, about ten miles up into the range, across the Arizona border is a birders’ mecca. We are here a couple of months early but still had fun exploring the high country and finding new life birds. We also visited Paradise, but most of its population left when the silver ran out.
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