This gray head hit the pillow at 2am. Thunderstorms in Denver then a teeny, quickly fixed mechanical problem put us in Baltimore after midnight. Luckily, no checked baggage - a short wait for the shuttle to the parking garage, and then a speedy drive down 95. Uh uh. Unfortunately, a major accident had scattered debris all over the highway near Scaggsville, adding another 45 to the drive. Poor Laura. It felt weird to be going to sleep on a Sunday morning at the time I usually begin to wake up. But I convinced my sleep center that it was still on mountain time.
Some noteworthy additions and a correction to the ramblings of the past few days (give me a break, this is this geezer's first blog ).
The mama bear mentioned earlier died. She was hit by a car. I know. And since we're here learning about the great fires of '88, don't even mention Bambi. But I digress. The yearling is not old enough to join the big bears in the woods. So, Boo Boo forages and gambols near the highway where he was raised.
Male elk are bulls, not bucks. Females are cows, not does.
"Roaring Mountain" is this massive steam spewing heap of volcanic residue. I was given its name because in the old days, in the quiet nights you could hear it "roar". With all our excursions to the various thermal wonders of this place, Laura suggested a new nickname for me: geyser queen.
In the Park, there is an "Axis of Evil" group of insects that prey on the trees - different pine beetles, a moth whose larvae eat spruce. Ranger Roy described the plan to deal with the "destructive regimes" of these deadly predators. How long they last and when they appear is the raw data, and he's been studying this for 30 years. Cool.
Ranger Roy actually told the bikers that moose are most likely in Grand Teton Forest, which borders Yellowstone. Didn't see one as we drove back to the airport. But bought two T shirts for my daughter and her boyfriend, who are self proclaimed beer snobs. They advertise Montana brews: Moose Drool, an ale; and Moose Poop, a stout. The beer is really good here, so is the barbeque.
On this rare Sunday off, I am now headed for the Mongomery County Maryland Agricultural Fair. I have to ease my way back to city life.