Christmas

I spent Christmas with my mom at her home in Tennessee, along with my brother Eugene and his wife Heidi. It was a relatively quiet Christmas compared to some previous years; we had no other relatives or friends visiting, and we did not visit anyone else. We had a nice time together, and learned that Heidi — who had never played Boggle before — is a grand master at that game.

We had great meals of delicious vegetarian cooking, courtesy of my mom. I am happy to say that my mother is an excellent cook, and throughout all my years growing up we never had to rely on “TV dinners” or junk food to get us through the week. Our family was not vegetarian when I was younger, although even then we ate quite healthily by North American standards. But after my brother and I shifted to a mostly vegan diet, my mom eventually made similar changes in her lifestyle, and now is on a mostly vegan diet herself, and has proven herself very capable at making tasty meals without dairy products. I think she is good enough to host a cooking show on 3ABN! (I must say that my mom’s cooking has spoiled me, and it is difficult even for professional chefs to measure up.)

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Day 6: Moose

My mom and I were the two photographers in the group, and we were both eager to get some nice sunrise and sunset pictures in the Tetons. So Wednesday morning we both got up at 5:45 and headed to an overlook at Signal Mountain to see what we could find.

On the way there I happened to see a moose feeding in a pond. It was quite exciting, since moose were one of the big animals we were really hoping to see. We took a few pictures, and then continued on up to the overlook. Unfortunately the view we found was a bit disappointing. But on the way back we were elated to find that the mother moose had been joined by her calf. So we spent more time photographing them.

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Day 5: Yellowstone

On Tuesday we spent some more time at Jackson Lake Lodge. I think my mom was getting a little tired of “roughing it,” and found the comfy, stuffed chairs and air conditioning at the lodge much more to her liking! Mom wrote letters and worked on her diary while the rest of us milled around looking at the shops in the lodge and so forth.

After lunch we set out for Yellowstone. Eugene and Heidi had already seen some of it on their way to Grand Teton from Washington. My mom was mainly interested in wildlife, but to me it was all extremely fascinating. At the first stop, a visitor’s center, I meandered about looking at all the hissing, boiling, steaming mud pots and geysers. Despite the acrid smell, I found it quite enjoyable and interesting. The others were not keen on spending time on the small stuff, so we quickly piled in the car and headed for Old Faithful.

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Day 4: Eugene and Heidi Arrive

Monday morning we went to register at the camp entrance, as the booth there had been vacant when we first arrived. We learned that our camp site that previous night was technically reserved for vehicles with trailers, and that a “much better” one was available in the same camping area, not far away. So we tore down the tent and moved to the new site. It was a bit disappointing. Instead of nice, soft ground to pitch a tent on, we had a gravel box. There was also less privacy. The toilet facilities for that group of sites was probably less than 50 feet away, which was nice in some ways, but not so nice in others. But the scenery was good, and the neighbors quiet. All in all, it was a reasonably good camp site.

The Tetons as seen from the viewing area behind Jackson Lake Lodge:

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Day 2: Colorado

I awoke the next morning to a beautiful sunrise in eastern Colorado. I was very tempted to have my mom pull over so I could get a photo of an old wind mill in a field that we passed, silhouetted against the dawn light. But we were both wanting to make good time, so kept on. We had breakfast at a little rest stop, and enjoyed an honest-to-goodness chilly summer morning. I drove the rest of the way to Rocky Mountain National Park, enjoying the 75 mph speed limit (which we continued to enjoy through Wyoming and South Dakota). Seeing all the ramshackle towns in eastern Colorado and throughout the western states ahead on our journey, I amusedly thought to myself that by comparison the cities and towns of southern Illinois are practically the cradle of civilization.

We arrived at the park at 9:30 a.m. We were quite pleased with our travel time.

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