Sunday signage and green at homePosted: August 22, 2010 Filed under: Adventures in Life, Earth, food, garden, gardening, home, NaBloPoMo, nature, Photography, politics, pond, Quotes, Summer, travel, Vacation, water, weather | Tags: Beaver Meadows Visitor Center, Colorado, corn, Garrison Keillor, Green, memorials, mountains, Rocky Mountain National Park, Sunday signage 2 Comments
(Sign at the Beaver Meadows Visitor Center in Rocky Mountain National Park)
If you’re finding the sign difficult to read, click on the photo for the larger view.
The Beaver Meadows Visitor Center in Rocky Mountain National Park was designed by Taliesin Associated Architects, a group of apprentices and senior associates who worked with Frank Lloyd Wright. The building was completed in 1967, several years after Wright’s death, and it was the last of the major projects completed under the National Park Service’s project Mission 66. Mission 66, in a nutshell, was a 10-year program to expand park visitor services.
(Beaver Meadows Visitor Center)
We were there around noon on our first day in Rocky Mountain National Park. The lighting was dreadful for taking pictures. This was about the only one that didn’t come out terribly overexposed.
(Memorial honoring National Park Service Ranger Jeff Christensen)
NPS Ranger Jeff Christensen was killed in a fall in August of 2005 while on patrol in the Mummy Range of the Rocky Mountains. After he failed to radio in and show up for his next shift, a search was started. With over 200 people looking for him, the search lasted for a week. His body was finally found by a hiker on August 6, 2005. This memorial honoring him is outside of the Beaver Meadows Visitor Center.
If you’d like more information about the Free Speech Zone sign I started the post with, you can read a Wikipedia article about it here.
In other news…
M and I are home from our adventures in Colorado. The flight home was bumpy at the start (it was breezy in Denver) and bumpy at the end (it was raining in Canton/Akron). The height issues I mentioned in my previous post also include a fear of flying so a bumpy flight is not a good thing for me. I am considering never flying again but that consideration will probably only last a few days. Even if it lasts longer, I’ll buck up for the next flight because it is the quickest way to travel long distances, and because the logical and rational part of me knows that it is also one of the safest modes of transportation even if the phobic and panic-attack prone part of me disagrees.
I expected to find a jungle when we returned home. However, there hasn’t been much rain here during the month of August (only an eighth of an inch). The weeds, of course, don’t care one way or another about rain and thrived as usual.
(This morning’s view of the pond and some weeds that are taking over the roller.)
I’m not sure what kind of weed that is. It reminds me of a squash or melon vine. It does have a pretty yellow flower hidden inside the green leaves. I’ll have to take a closer look when I go out to see what’s up in the garden.
Speaking of the garden, we had our first ears of sweet corn from our garden last night with our dinner. It was fresh and sweet and divine. I’m not sure I agree with Garrison Keillor who said:
I love sweet corn. It truly is better than sex! I’m not lying! All across the Midwest tonight, a husband and wife will finish what husbands and wives do, and the wife will ask the husband: ‘How was that?’ And, if the man is honest, he’ll say ‘Well, it wasn’t sweet corn, but it was nice.’ It’s a fact! Sweet corn is better than sex! … fresh sweet corn! … Store bought sweet corn, yes, sex is definitely better than that!
But he isn’t too far off the mark.