If you’re a train buff, here’s a treat — a “Little Joe” electric locomotive on static display in beautiful downtown Deer Lodge, Montana. There were only 20 of these ever built, so they’re tough to find. Wikipedia has an excellent page on them here.
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One of the things I most eagerly wanted to see during our trip to Death Valley were the sailing stones at the Racetrack Playa, having learned about them many decades ago when I was attending design school. However, a month or so before we went out to explore that vast area with my dad and sister, vandals struck the Racetrack and created 10-miles of ruts in the delicate dry lake bed — ruts that have ruined the experience for others of seeing the sailing stones for at least years, if not decades. You can read all about the horror story of the initial vandalism here, here, and here; a follow-up one-year later where the damage had begun to fade somewhat here; and a variety of other images of the damage that was caused here. Continue Reading →
Normally that’s not the title you want to read, because you can pretty much guess what the awful result is going to be — but this one has a positive outcome.
We were blasting down the road, happily headed for a day of exploration and family bonding in Death Valley National Park, when we flashed by a lump in the middle of the road. We all shouted at the same time while my dad was driving, “STOP!!! That’s a desert tortoise!!!” We quickly came to a halt and rushed back, taking care to not run over the petrified creature. Continue Reading →
My kid sister, Kate, loves her pup — and Maggie is like a shadow to her, going nearly everywhere Kate does.
Kate has saved Maggie from certain death at least three times — Maggie was going to be put down at the shelter before my sister came to her rescue; Maggie was once struck by a car while being walked on a leash (the idiots in the car did it on purpose; she still has scars down her right side); and Maggie once ate an entire POUND of delicious chocolate fudge that I stupidly left unattended with her in the car while we ate lunch in a nearby restaurant (we had to get her stomach pumped by the vet).
There may have been even more close calls than that, but Maggie is still very much alive today and happy as a clam with her human. Of all the dogs my sister has loved and had over the years, Maggie is my favorite.
This tree appeared to be growing out of solid rock, showing just what life is capable of doing. Also, not all the prettiest landscape photos have to be of grand vistas… sometimes you’re driving right by them.