Steppesister
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I think I tripped over the dangling participle.
Now I see why you tried to save the salad
I think I tripped over the dangling participle.
Now I see why you tried to save the salad
Adequate clothing.Oh? What were you guys wearing?
Sorry.
Are my puns wearying?
This is why I come here. For the highly accurate, scientific jargon.
I really like this photo.
I'm sorry... what?!?!?!?
Huh!
Well, I'm skeptical too... doubt I'd ever try that.
I remember you mentioned this term before and I had to look it up. I forgot and had to look again.
Tragic.
You're an expert at it!
Very nice shot of you guys... but I think you lost your shoes.
Sure! You could use it as a spare tire in case of a blow-out!
Don't know why, but I really like this shot.
Sadly, it won't be the last time humans display atrocious behavior towards one another.I too disagree with that sentiment.
Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.
And right there. That's why.
"Hey! Let's do this thing."
"No we shouldn't. They did that back in ____ and it was terrible."
For sure.
It's one thing to read about something, or to even see a video. It's a whole 'nother thing to actually experience it with your own eyes.
Sure. They know they can outrun you.
They can't outrun a bullet, but... you haven't shot them by now, so... probably safe.
What was that you said about wearying puns?Oh deer.
Thanks for the warning.
At least I'd only have to blame myself for death and destruction.I prefer driving to being a passenger, myself.
This is a first for you, no?Adequate clothing.
Including underwear.
Nice range.I was really grateful for that 75-300 lens. It was definitely my go-to on this trip.
I never said that!I know... total loser.
We'll see...It's a challenge!
I do have a story of miraculous proportions coming up a few updates from now.
Are you saying I'm just like Cinderella.
It was one of my favorites too. I think because for its simplicity it tells a poignant story.
Probably not.Sadly, it won't be the last time humans display atrocious behavior towards one another.
Who, me?What was that you said about wearying puns?
At least I'd only have to blame myself for death and destruction.
I know there are some who would like to see all traces, or ones that only fit the current PC narratives, of the past taken away or erased; I disagree. As Zach and I stood there a great melancholy washed over me and I was able to share with my son this terrible time in our history in which he had no idea had happened. It’s just not taught anymore, but here stood a tangible testament that served to remind us that there was a time that terrible things happened, and one group of people was singled out for the sole reason of race. We need places like this to continue to provide concrete reminders where one can go and be led to places of deep contemplation and fresh realization. Even if they are of figures who committed unsavory acts of hate. There not to celebrate, but to commemorate. And learn. There is no better teacher than seeing things with one’s own eyes; reading in books just can’t do the same thing.
Wow! What a great opening!
Oh dear.navigating while in a deep state of hangriness out of Reno,
I had no idea there'd be that much of an elevation change.Once out of the nightmare of the maze of Reno, up, up, up we drove.
Cool!We stopped at this viewpoint and took a peek at the old road far below us in the canyon where stagecoaches (Jehus) and mule trains once trod.
The (newer) road itself from Reno to V.C. is extremely twisty and the locals use it as their daily spin on the go-cart track.
Hmmm...To say driving it was at times terrifying would be a gross understatement.
Well, that was succinct!Warning, the 2nd article is long and detailed, a skimming is good, or I can give the two-sentence synopsis: Silver and gold were found
others managed to do quite well hitting the literal jackpot. They became senators, and thus began the long and continuing saga of fat cats in government.
Whoa. Look at that. No wonder they started digging for gold.
I like the looks of it.
I like that smell too.Walking in took us instantly back 150 years with that intoxicating smell of “old”. Perhaps it was a hint of mold, maybe aging lumber…. But there was more than a few times Zach or I would comment on “that scent” wishing we could bottle it up and take it home.
Cool!Some of the old buildings here in V.C. were reminiscent of Haunted Mansion,
I like it.
(Why, yes, I did make Zach sleep on the floor.)
Like the sloped ceiling.
Uh, huh. Tell that to all the bodies on Everest!Nothing is too far to walk to,
There you guys are. You look pretty happy.
What?!?!? Sacrilege!When you’re in a town with as many saloons as this one, best to sample the wares. (No, I did not smoke a cigar.)
Oh.I mean, Old West, gun fights over gold, card games, that sort of stuff…. Makes one contemplative.
Lovely photo of you.
So did you play? Or just pose?
After being silly for a while over gin and tonics (while the locals were sitting at the bar rolling their eyes)
Now that's a name for a saloon!
This doesn't surprise me one bit.Little did we know that V.C. has a long history of hauntings.
Heh. Did you zip out faster than you ambled in?The low light of the antique fixtures flickered, and the willowy curtains fluttered on the wisps of breeze that crept in through the open dormer windows. Whether other-worldly visitors were enjoying a late-night stroll along with us, or whether we were just feeling an acute sense of presence as we walked the halls of history, it was an interesting way to end our evening.
This is a first for you, no?
I never said that!
But...
yes
I had quoted some of the text, but when I got to the bottom, no insert quotes button. Not sure what happened, but I'll just say (sounding like a broken record)
Great pictures
Some cool spots you found
And the one I had a good reply to before...
Sadly, yes, there have been many injustices and unfortunately in current times, many are being manufactured in an effort to divide us.
I thought so...The bathroom signs were hilarious.
That was a heck of a road trip you took and wow, you sure dug deep into this small slice of our history. I'll bet that was a pretty cool thesis! I really love the topic as it's a currently relevant topic.Funny you should mention this. I almost brought it up when you mentioned visiting Crater Lake, actually. Back in grad school, which was right around the 50th anniversary of many WWII things, I ended up doing a travelling fellowship trip as part of my Historic Preservation/Architecture program, where I documented what was left of the 10 Japanese-American Internment camps throughout the country. Tule Lake was one of them, of course, although, iirc, it was one that didn't have very much left. I did my thesis project at Manzanar (design only, not built, of course), since it was one that had more left from that time, with the idea of how do we commemorate the darker parts of our history.
(I also visited Crater Lake as part of that trip - I drove from Champaign to Arkansas, down to Arizona, all through California, through Oregon to Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Colorado, and then back home. Crater Lake was beautifully blue when I was there, but it was cold overnight when I camped there! Then, I drove east to Idaho through some very not-well-traveled back roads, as I recall)
Wow! What a great opening!
Nice shot!
Oh dear.
Bet those knuckles were white on the wheel!
I had no idea there'd be that much of an elevation change.
Hmmm...
No guardrails?
Well, that was succinct!
I don't foresee it changing anytime soon.
So that's how it started!
I know!! The colors were absolutely incredible in and around the mining towns.Whoa. Look at that. No wonder they started digging for gold.
I like that smell too.
Never associated it with mold, though, and actually think there was none. You'd smell something quite different, I think, if there was some.
Poor Zach! But... that's what kids are for. Not getting the bed.
Like the sloped ceiling.
That was just too far, it's too high, too cold, the air too thin, too remote....Uh, huh. Tell that to all the bodies on Everest!
There you guys are. You look pretty happy.
What?!?!? Sacrilege!
Oh.
And here I thought you participated in gun fights over gold, card games, that sort of stuff...
Why thank you.Lovely photo of you.
So did you play? Or just pose?
Now that's a name for a saloon!
Actually, we kinda took our time and went upstairs, walked the length of the hall, came out the back (on the uphill side on the street our B&B was on) and poked around. It was super cool and very interesting.Heh. Did you zip out faster than you ambled in?
Shut up.
So... win, win, and... win.Thanks, while we saw a lot of windmills on this trip, this was the most fun to stop and photograph. Why? It was easy to access, there were NO power lines near it to wreck the photo (I haven't taught myself how to remove them with PS yet) and I liked scenery around it, including the few wisps of clouds.
Huh. I thought you'd have known. New area for you too!I know!! Nor did I, but all the mining towns we went to had similar elevation changes including Jerome, AZ and Bodie, CA.
Ugh.Yes, but the local who drove it too fast were also cutting the corners and giving me plenty of "Oh, Crap! moments.
I can be that way when I get lazy with my writing.
I know!! The colors were absolutely incredible in and around the mining towns.
Me too.It was such cool architecture. Love historic stuff!
But, but, but... you said "Nothing is too far to walk to"...That was just too far, it's too high, too cold, the air too thin, too remote....
Nor mine. I will puff on one for a birth, for example, but that's about it.I do have friends, men and women, who do on occasion, but just not my thing.
It is a nice shot.I didn't have any quarters, so was just being silly. BUT, I do kinda like how it turned out.
"Zach, however, did not survive."Actually, we kinda took our time and went upstairs, walked the length of the hall, came out the back (on the uphill side on the street our B&B was on) and poked around. It was super cool and very interesting.
Is there ever enough gold/silver/oil? The Comstock Lode isn't as well known as some of the other famous gold/silver rushes.I can give the two-sentence synopsis: Silver and gold were found in these mountains in 1850, but not as much as of either was found as most of the prospectors/claim-stakers had hoped. As with all mining ventures, a few with good business sense and more luck than others managed to do quite well hitting the literal jackpot. They became senators, and thus began the long and continuing saga of fat cats in government.
The B&B is gorgeous. Of course you had a quilt on the bed.Some of the old buildings here in V.C. were reminiscent of Haunted Mansion, others more like Pirates of the Caribbean. I took a few photos of our room before we set out to find some local fun. With all of the modern conveniences, it still had that old timey charm:
I love spooky old towns. They give me the creeps but in a good way.Little did we know that V.C. has a long history of hauntings.
This would be interesting but creepy, too. We explored the famous Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado. It is supposed to be haunted and it felt like it was, especially the hallways. They filmed the movie, The Shining, there.Making our way towards the next block up where our B&B was, we cut through a hotel that was wide open and dimly lit; the smell of "old" lured us in.
I thought it was WAILING and gnashing of teeth.Picking up our story with the frustration and gnashing of teeth
But lunch was after 9, right? I thought it was remembering breakfast after 9 that was problematic.We’d been on the trail since 7:00, and since I can’t remember with even the most vague thought of what we had for lunch
Never been.to Reno and now I wonder if I ever want to.Once out of the nightmare of the maze of Reno
Huh? So, it's a go cart track or they use it as if it were?The (newer) road itself from Reno to V.C. is extremely twisty and the locals use it as their daily spin on the go-cart track.
Because it was twisty or because of go carts?To say driving it was at times terrifying would be a gross understatement.
Whew.Nevertheless, by 6:15 or so we arrived…
Think I've bee to Silver City.and its sister towns of Silver City
dittoI learn best by exploring and doing
So, B street B&B is on C street? Bizarre.But not before admiring our beautiful, lucky find. 'B' Street Bed and Breakfast was easy to find as there’s really only one main road- C Street;
So, they had piped in scents like Disney resorts?But there was more than a few times Zach or I would comment on “that scent” wishing we could bottle it up and take it home.
@Captain_Oblivious got nicer and you took over his mean parent status?Why, yes, I did make Zach sleep on the floor.
Ruh roh.and we were warned by our lodging’s matron that it would also be hard to even find dinner past 8:00, so we got a move on.
Minnisota fats, meet Kentucky contemplative.
This can't bode well.By now, only one place in town was serving food.
Wish Disney would do that! Of course, that would mean they'd have to care.something to the effect that while it was okay to explore, we ask you please be considerate as guests are sleeping after 10:00.
It was quite the road trip! I also started out with a side trip to DC, to the National Archives, where I was able to get copies of some of the original plans and see historic photos. Conveniently, I also was able to stay with a classmate's parents, to defray costs. I hadn't really known anything about them when I started, but now I keep seeing references all over the place. (My history education was severely lacking - we learned the same few things repeatedly, and skipped over everything else, it seemed like!) But, yes, a fascinating trip. I was able to stay with friends and relatives along the way at times, plus a combination of camping, hostels, and cheap motels. My sister once picked up my thesis booklet and said later that she figured she would put it down when she got bored, and she ended up reading the whole thing!That was a heck of a road trip you took and wow, you sure dug deep into this small slice of our history. I'll bet that was a pretty cool thesis! I really love the topic as it's a currently relevant topic.
Yes, Crater can get VERY cold, but also get a crapton of snow. As for Idaho... see any banjos?
However, here is the Wiki article of both the Comstock Highway and another of the general history of the town of Virginia City should you be interested in getting a bit of backstory aside from my own commentary.
Warning, the 2nd article is long and detailed, a skimming is good,
or I can give the two-sentence synopsis:
But not before admiring our beautiful, lucky find. 'B' Street Bed and Breakfast was easy to find as there’s really only one main road- C Street; only 2 or 3 short roads parallel it the distance of "town".
Walking in took us instantly back 150 years with that intoxicating smell of “old”. Perhaps it was a hint of mold, maybe aging lumber….
(Why, yes, I did make Zach sleep on the floor.)
At first it seemed a little strange that a hotel would just leave its door open, but a sign near the entrance read something to the effect that while it was okay to explore, we ask you please be considerate as guests are sleeping after 10:00.
I is for: Into the Past
Just south of the Oregon-California border I spotted some old, weathered buildings that looked like a ghost town. I am one to never pass up browsing around a ghost town and quickly pulled the car over to read the signs along the road. Everything was gated and barbed wired, but here is what we stumbled on (This was not planned, and we happened upon it wholly accidentally.):
It’s just not taught anymore, but here stood a tangible testament that served to remind us that there was a time that terrible things happened, and one group of people was singled out for the sole reason of race. We need places like this to continue to provide concrete reminders where one can go and be led to places of deep contemplation and fresh realization. Even if they are of figures who committed unsavory acts of hate. There not to celebrate, but to commemorate. And learn. There is no better teacher than seeing things with one’s own eyes; reading in books just can’t do the same thing.
Among the people who were sent there was George Takei's family.
He's written a book about it - “They Called Us Enemy” , and starred in a Broadway Musical - "Allegiance", which was based on the book.
I'm finally caught back up on this report. I'm still so far behind from not have power and our trip happening back to back.
YES!! And YES!!I'm so happy we finally got to meet face to face! I really enjoyed our visit. I hope we can meet in the bubble in the future.
Huh. I thought you'd have known. New area for you too!
But, but, but... you said "Nothing is too far to walk to"...
Nor mine. I will puff on one for a birth, for example, but that's about it.