On The Road Again

I will be driving through Oregon and Northern California and will probably have minimal internet access until I show up at Katy's doorstep in San Fransisco (or Berkley, more accurately). Hopefully the couple of posts below will amuse you until then.

Sun Valley

So now I've been in Sun Valley for a few days, hanging out with my dad and Ray Ann, who are in the process of remodeling the kitchen here.

The reason they ended up remodeling is kind of silly: Their stove is pretty much busted, but the stove's a 1974 original, so of course even the size that the stove was isn't made anymore.

So in order to get a new stove, they would have had to tear out half the cabinets anyway, and once you get going on something like that, it's in for a dime, in for a dollar. So now they're redoing the whole damn kitchen.

So I got to hear arguments about changing the cabinet doors vs. replacing the cabinents completely, what kind of sink to get, whether they should also put in new lighting at the same time, blah blah blah blah blah. It's interesting to watch, since I know I'm going to have to deal with this shit in the future, but it can get a little old.

I went fishing with my dad on Tuesday, which was fun. We always end up going with the same guide, mostly because neither of us owns equipment or really knows how to tie stuff on so that fishing can actually be accomplished.

The guide is this guy Jim who we've been going out with every 3 or 4 years for quite some time (and who my dad drags his Atlanta friends with). He's a real good teacher and he taught me and dad how to actually set up the rods. I think he's getting a little tired of teaching us the same casting technique year after year, since both of us have horrible memories.

Dad actually caught a fish (by which I mean both hooking and landing the fish). I landed a couple of trout that Jim had hooked, and then I hooked a couple that I couldn't land (including a real big fish that I think was a Whitefish).

To us though, the point of fishing is less catching the fish than it is enjoying the scenery, which most places that you end up fishing is spectacular. You go way, way back into the mountains where there's nothing but gravel roads.

Some places we've gone there's not even that. But you look around and the only thing that wasn't there 10,000, 20,000, 100,000 years ago is the road. And possibly the picnic table the Forest Service threw in there 50 years ago.

Otherwise, the serenity is incredible. Sometimes it's almost dissappointing to catch a fish, because it distracts you from the peace and quiet. However, it is kind of fun to see who's stupider: The idiotic fish or the idiots trying to catch them.

Fish are not terribly intelligent creatures, as evidenced by the fact that there was one time I caught the same fish twice in an hour (I could tell it was the same one because we couldn't get the fly out so we just cut him loose with an unintended new piercing).

Humans, however, aren't too goddamn smart either, as evidenced by the fact that we have such a difficult time fooling these obviously stupid creatures. There was one point the fly I was using was doing so little that it probably would have been easier for me to stab the fish with the end of the rod than it would have to get it to actually bite the damn fly.

However, that probably wouldn't have made the catch and release policy I practice too easy, seeing as how the fish would have been somewhat dead.

We had a good time, though this has really been the only big thing that we did. This is kind of the problem with Sun Valley in the summer: Unless you play golf, there's not something you can do every day that's comprable to skiing.

And when it comes to golf, my dad and I are both terrible. Once, when I was about 16 or 17, we tried to play nine holes after taking some lessons. We ended up spraying about half a bucket of balls into various water hazards and roughs so rough that we just said fuck it, let the wolves have the golf balls.

Ray Ann, who at one point was an avid golfer, has tried to encourage him to try again by pointing out that the more time he spends on the golf course, the more he gets of his money's worth.

My dad replies with something I believe in too: It makes not one lick of sense to go spend a shitload of money on something you're not good at just to have the living hell frustrated out of you.

I've had fun here, though. I've been able to use the internet, which is something you don't miss too much when it's gone, but when you have it around you spend an inordinate amount of time messing around with it.

And I've been able to relax. Driving by myself for more than 2500 miles and running around like a maniac has worn me out a bit, so it's been nice to just chill for a few days. It's also been nice to speak to other humans in person.

That's definitely one of the things you miss on a trip like this. But otherwise, I'm having a fucking great time.

Road Warrior

So as you know by now if you actually read this page, I've been driving around the country like a nut for the last week or so. Here, briefly, are some of my thoughts about various things.


North Dakota
Wow, what an incredibly boring state.


Roadside Silliness
I went to two of the larger instances of roadside silliness in this country, both located in South Dakota.

The Corn Palace in Mitchell, South Dakota is a world-famous example of people with too much time on their hands. In this instance, people take that time and decorate the outside of an arena with corn. Lots and lots of corn. It's almost too silly to describe, but it's quite amusing

The other example is Wall Drug, a set of shops in the shit town of Wall, South Dakota that are ridiculously heavily advertised...even though almost 90% of their billboards were taken down about 10 years ago. I hate to think of how bad that was.

The consequence is that you absolutely must stop to see this fool thing, because after driving through hundreds of miles of nothing, the idea of seeing something, anything, is like ice water to someone who's been trapped in the desert.

Ice water, by the way, is one of the items advertised on the billboards.


Badlands
Most people think of the Badlands as a Bruce Springsteen song. Little do they know, it's also the name of a National Park in South Dakota.

It's actually quite beautiful, in a sort of stark way. I had never really heard about it until a couple weeks before I left for my trip, but I decided to go because, what the hell, I've never been to South Dakota, let's take a look!

The whole park is this eerie mixture of white and red cliffs and canyons, and it's all carved out by this one teensy river that you can barely see. It gives you an idea of how unbelievably long this all must have taken.

It's a bit hard to describe other than that, but I got a bunch of good pictures, which I'll post once my computer is up, running, and unfucked.


Rushmore
Rushmore is quite cool, if you ignore the political ramifications of a bunch of dead conquering white guys looking forever onto the stolen Indian lands of the Black Hills.

However, the museums and such there make it quite easy to do so, with dozens of exhibits and a poorly-made film about the carving and impetus of the massive sculpture.

There's also the sculptor's studio, whth a massive 1/8 scale model of what it was originally supposed to look like (with much more of Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln's bodies...it appears Teddy Roosevelt was doomed to remain a floating head).

Once you get up to it, it's really very cool, especially because you can see from the pile of rubble just how much of this mountain has been moved to create the sculpture. Again, pictures to come.


Crazy Horse Monument
This is going to be cool when it's finished, which at the rate they're going will be about fifty years after I'm dead.

This is intended to be a sculpture of Crazy Horse making his famous statement "My lands are where my dead lay buried," seated atop a horse with his hair flowing in the wind. The sculpture will eventually be taller than the Washington Monument.

I say eventually, because it's been going for 55 years, and the only part that's completely finished is Crazy Horse's face. They're working on the horse's head now, but that's not expected to be finished for some time.

One of the reasons the work has gone so slow is that the sculptor (and now his family, since he died almost 15 years ago) refuses to take government money, on the grounds that he doesn't think people who don't want it should pay for it.

I see his point, but they've turned down over $10 million in funding several times, funds that would make the work proceed significantly faster, and help lead to the sculptor's dream of eventually starting a university for North American tribes at the base.

Anyway, the scuplture will be great when it's finished, and I'll post some pictures that give an idea of the scale of this massive thing.


Devil's Tower
I always imagined that the way Devil's tower got its name was from explorers of the west coming over a ridge, seeing this massive thing sticking straight up in the middle of nowhere, and going, "What the devil is that?"

That really is one of your questions: What the fuck is this thing, and how did it end up in Wyoming? The answer to the first question is that it's some sort of volcanic something or other (I couldn't follow most of the explanations).

If you've seen either Close Encounters of the Third Kind the original season of Road Rules, you've seen how weird and incongruent it is with the rest of the landscape around it. What the pictures don't tell you is how big the damn thing is.

You do realize it's immense from pictures, but until you're walking the mile trail around the base and straining to look up to the top, you've got no real idea.

I'm sure you also get a good idea from climbing it, as many crazy fuckers were doing the afternoon I was there. I know a few of you are climbers, I'll post a picture where you can just make out the tiny little dots of the climbers on it.


Little Bighorn
The site of Custer's last stand is basically a glorified history exhibit. Which to me was interesting, because I'm a big giant nerd.

Apparently Harley owners are also big giant nerds, because the parking lot of the national monument was filled with bikes, apparently with people on their way to the 100th anniversary party Harley is hosting this week in Milwaukee.

God help Milwaukee's ears.

Anyway, there was some interesting stuff, and one of the park rangers gave a somewhat rambling but pretty good talk about the battle, but this was really nerd central and I advise you to read one of the 5,000 (literally) books on the subject if you want to know more.


Yellowstone
Yellowstone National Park is one of the most remarkably beautiful places I've ever been. It's also one of the most remarkably foul-smelling.

One thing you don't realize until you get there is that most of the geysers, boiling mud pools, and assorted other geological oddities that make yellowstone interesting are powered by sulfur. Superheated sulfur, of course, smells like rotten eggs.

Consequently, large swaths of Yellowstone just reek. There are a lot of places where it doesn't of course, but a trip I made to see mud pools was cut significantly short because I just couldn't take the smell.

Fortunately, Old Faithful doesn't reek, nor do 90% of the assorted geysers that they have there. Old Faithful is actually significantly less reliable than advertised, and I waited about 90 minutes for the damn thing to go off.

Lake Yellowstone and the river are both very beautiful, and sometime when I have more time and money, I'll come back and spend some more time here hiking and fishing and boating and such.

I took about a zillion pictures of Yellowstone, I'll put some of the bettter ones up.


Teton Park
Teton Park is basically a small stretch of National Park south of Yellowstone and directly east of the Grand Teton mountain range.

Minor digression: The West is full of mountains, and in addition to the major range names (Rockies, Sierra Nevadas), almost every little tiny group of mountains is named. The Tetons and the Sawtooths are some of the more famous ranges because they just shoot right out of the ground to form spectacularly pointy vistas.

Like most of the stuff I'm writing about, pictures do far more justice to Teton Park than words. Grand Teton is the highest point in Wyoming (and possibly the lower 48, but I'm not sure), and from a certain angle, looks kind of like the Matterhorn.


Craters of the Moon
I didn't actually stop here and I didn't take any pictures of it, but I went a few years ago, and I just felt the need to write about it, because it's so profoundly weird.

Craters of the Moon National Monument is a stretch of about 30 or 40 miles in Idaho between Arco and the I.N.E.E.L. (one of the biggest centers of nuclear research and plutonium production in the world).

The name is a bit of a misnomer, but the look of the place is most certainly out of this world. Basically, it's this enormous plain of lava flows that just eats up a good chunk of southeastern Idaho.

I can't even describe how weird it is to see this huge flow of lava that you wouldn't expect anywhere outside of Hawaii. Now this is all dormant stuff, so far as geologists can tell. As I recall they think this flow occured 10,000 years ago.

It's really one of those things you've gotta see to believe, and if I ever manage to drag any of you out here to my dad's place, I'll show you.


This concludes the initial driving around like a fucking maniac part of the trip. I've still got several days worth of it to go, but this part so far has been really, really fun.

A Sad Day For Rock And Roll

Wesley Willis died yesterday.

His demented ravings about "Whupping Batman's Ass," being thrown out of church, and hitting people with a two by four will be sorely missed.

Update

I have made it to Idaho. In the past week I have visited:

- Fargo
- The Corn Palace in Mitchell, SD
- Wall Drug
- The Badlands (SD)
- Mt. Rushmore
- The Crazy Horse Monument
- Devil's Tower
- Little Bighorn
- Yellowstone
- Teton National Park

These, and a fine assortment of weirdo motels, restaurants, and other roadside silliness.

I am having a great time, but I'm tired as shit. I'm going fishing tomorrow morning, so I don't particularly have time to elaborate on anything right now, but I'll post some stuff about these things tomorrowish.