Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Day 9: Grand Tetons National Park

We had a little surprise this morning. The tire pressure sensor activated on Ma's car. I suspect a combination of the cold (the low last night was 36 degrees) and the elevation (8,000 feet) caused the tire pressure to drop below normal. We located an air hose at the Old Faithful filling station, and we were back in business. No big deal.

We headed south, exited Yellowstone, and entered the Grand Tetons. They're only 8 miles apart.

The Grand Tetons were Ma's favorite locale of our trip. They certainly are majestic. Their appeal is due in no small part to their lack of foothills. The mountains seem to rise up right out of the prairie.

...or in this case, right out of the lake. That's Jackson Lake behind us.

The rise is dramatic on this (eastern) side of the mountains. On the other (western) side, the rise is much gentler. This disparity is explained by the way the mountain range was created. There is a fault line directly under the eastern edge. The earth cracked, and the land to the west of the fault rose up while the land to the east (where we're sitting) remained flat. Thus, no foothills mar the view on this side.

Another view from Jackson Lake. It's a really big lake.
(Lakeview Picnic Area)

The lake formed naturally due to a glacier, but it was made larger in 1911 when Jackson Lake Dam raised its water level by 33 feet. That may sound like a lot, but in relative terms it's a drop in the bucket. Some parts of the lake are 438 feet deep!

We drove up a narrow switchback road to the top of Signal Mountain.

Along the way, we caught a glimpse of a bear's butt scurrying away through the underbrush. We weren't quick enough to snap a photo.

There's a swell view from up here.
It's enough to turn anyone into a conservationist.

Signal Mountain is not in the same "line" as the Tetons. It sits out here alone in the area known as the "Jackson Hole". Compared to its big brothers across the lake, Signal Mountain a tiny pimple on the earth's landscape. It's prominence is a measly 890 feet from the surrounding prairie.

Jackson Hole is the name given to the relatively flat valley that occupies the "hole" created by the surrounding mountains: Teton Range to the west, Gros Ventre Range to the south and east, and Yellowstone's caldera to the north.

Back down on the prairie, you get a sense of how flat and grassy the surrounding area is. Great place to raise cattle, right? And therein lies the history of Grand Tetons National Park.

The park has a tumultuous history.
White men first began settling the area in the 1880s. Most homesteaders gave up before they earned their deed, unable to successfully grow crops during the short dry summers. But a few cattle ranchers produced enough profit to stick it out for a few years. They supplemented their meager earnings by playing host to wealthy eastern businessmen on vacation. The tourists eagerly paid top dollar for the chance to hunt exotic game. As you might expect, the ranchers were not keen on the federal government plunking a wilderness reserve smack in the middle of their gravy train. But they acquiesced enough to allow a small National Park to be established in 1929. (I suspect the ranchers' hope was that the park would play the role of incubator, and excess game would wander outside the park and right into their crosshairs.) Conservationists were not satisfied with the piddly 96,000 acres that had been set aside. It barely covered the mountain range, and there were hundreds of thousands of acres in the Jackson Hole that were unprotected. Locals opposed any expansion to the park. So, noted conservationist John D. Rockefeller began to privately and anonymously buy up as much land as he could. He donated his acreage to the federal government in 1943, but Congress refused to make it part of the national park on account of local opposition. So, President Franklin Roosevelt used his executive powers to establish a 210,000-acre "Jackson Hole National Monument." It didn't offer quite the same level of protection as a national park, but it was enough to deal a blow to local interests. By 1950, locals had given up their resistance. In return, they were given a generous bribe, er, um, compensation for lost property tax revenue.

Nearby ranchers still resent many of the policies of Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. They certainly did not approve of the reintroduction of wolves to Yellowstone. And they're not pleased with the protection given to bears and coyotes either.

Conservationists are not entirely happy either. The park preserves several historic structures from its life before parkhood. And Idaho farmers are still allowed to use Jackson Lake for irrigation. Many purists feel that the land that was disturbed by farming, ranching, and other human activities should be restored to a completely natural state. It's also the only national park that contains an airport.

Enough of politics. Let's see some more mountain pictures...

This is Mount Moran on the Middle Teton. Do you see that black line near the top of the peak?

How 'bout now? That's called the "Black Dike".

Millions of years ago when this area was volcanically active, magma was forced up through a hole in the earth's crust. It extruded like a spritz cookie. It then hardened into a 150-foot tall basalt intrusion.

Below the dike is "Falling Ice Glacier". It's just one of five glaciers that calls Mount Moran home. There are seven others elsewhere in the Teton Range.

The area around us is the Jackson Hole. It's covered in sagebrush and low grasses. We're about 7,000 feet above sea level. The peak behind us (Mount Moran) is 12,605 feet.

Each venue in this park was more picturesque than the last.

That's Jenny Lake behind us. We'll be going across it after lunch.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Wildflowers, wildlife, and waterfalls

We entered Yellowstone National Park via the East Entrance road. Tonight we'll stay in a cabin near Old Faithful on the west side of the park. But it will only be for one night. Tomorrow we head south to visit the Grand Tetons. So, our drive across the park today is just a taste of what we'll do in the upcoming week.

Traveler's tip: Yellowstone offers many different kinds of accommodations. Our preference was for a cabin with two beds and a private bath. I booked the accommodations in April. You'd think that four months would be enough lead time for us to get what we wanted. Nope. We took what we could get. Some nights we had to settle for one bed or a shared bathhouse (all cabins thankfully had a sink). We were forced to move each night. As it turns out, moving around the park was the very best thing we could have done. Yellowstone is huge, and we didn't have to backtrack much. But word to the wise: BOOK EARLY! Accommodations fill up quickly!

Entering Yellowstone was a magical experience. We were not prepared for the abundance of wildflowers that greeted us along the road. Impromptu waterfalls cascaded from cliffs. Wildlife wandered aimlessly through paradise.

Yellowstone was, quite simply, stunning.

The roadsides were covered in wildflowers. These weren't the ordinary wildflowers (weeds) that litter roadsides across the country. Everywhere you looked you'd see a section that took your breath away. Ma and I kept asking each other, "Can you believe this? How can all these gorgeous flowers possibly grow here naturally?" But there's absolutely nothing artificial about it. It's just how it is there.

It's a good thing there were so many pull-offs along the road. It seemed that every few minutes we were compelled to stop and take some pictures.

The following images pale in comparison to the real thing. Ma and I took far too many photos to upload them all. So, here's my poor attempt at representing the variety and beauty of what we saw. And this was just a few hours on the first day...

Aspen fleabane (Erigeron speciosus)

Arroyo lupine (Lupinus succulentus)

Mountain bluebell (Mertensia ciliata)

This is the wackiest looking beebalm (Monarda fistulosa) I've ever seen.

Fireweed (Epilobium angustifolium). There were entire fields of this stuff.

This looks to me like some sort of snapdragon. Possibly a penstemon?

I suspect it's some species of delphinium. A larkspur, maybe?

I have no clue what this is. I wish I'd been able to see it open.

Columbine (Aquilegia)

Great foliage. Wish I knew what it was.

Are these mule ears (Wyethia amplexicaulis)?

No idea.
If it weren't just 6" tall, I would have guessed it was a form of coreopsis.

What planet are we on?
Possibly some form of thistle.

Monkeyflower (Mimulus guttatus)

Sulphur buckwheat (Eriogonum umbrellatum)

Possibly a type of gentian.

Wyoming paintbrush (Castilleja linariaefolia)
In the places where these grew in large groups, it was tough to keep my eyes on the road. So beautiful!

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Note: I tried to identify the flowers above as best I could. I might have gotten them right, but then again, maybe not.
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Wildflowers weren't the only wild things we saw.

We encountered a couple of buffalo.

Just like at Custer State Park, the buffaloes just sort of wandered nonchalantly around automobiles.

Strictly speaking, humans are supposed to remain 25 yards from buffaloes, but you hardly have a choice when one is weaving in and out of traffic.

We also saw many unmarked waterfalls. Some were contained...

...and some were completely natural and unfettered.

We stopped at one named waterfall today: Gibbon Falls

As I mentioned, we got a taste of what we'd savor more slowly a few days hence. We drove past stinky thermal features which billowed steam, stately canyons with waterfalls, deep pine forests, idyllic streams, and towering cliffs. Oh, so much to do and see! It's hard to believe that some people complete their visit in only a day or two. Between Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons, we were going to spend six days here, and it was barely enough to take it all in.

It was getting late. We checked in to our cabin and ate dinner in the lodge. The dining room overlooks the most famous geyser of them all: Old Faithful. Ahh, what a day to remember.

End Day 8.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Day 8: Westward ho!

I think now is a good time to mention the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. Each year, in the first week of August, hundreds of thousands of bikers gather in Sturgis, South Dakota. There's nothing that says the rally is specifically for Harley-Davidson enthusiasts, but it is clear with a single glance that this is not for the Yamaha and Kawasaki crowd.

The rally wouldn't begin until Monday. Today was only Saturday. Still, the roads were choked with hogs. And I've never seen so many tattoos in all my life.

The center lane of downtown Custer was turned into motorcycle parking. And every spot was taken! Custer is 70 miles from Sturgis. If it got this congested this long before the actual rally begins, this far away, just imagine what Sturgis itself will look like on opening day!

It makes me glad that we're headed west today. I prefer open roads to those clogged with motorcycles. There is absolutely nothing in eastern Wyoming. No trees. Few hills. Barely any freeway exits. Towns were nonexistent.

In central Wyoming, the terrain changes. We entered the Bighorn Mountains. It was time for Ma to hang on for dear life again. At least the steep curves are guarded with a steel rail here.

We stopped in Cody to stock up on groceries. On the other side of Cody we passed through Buffalo Bill State Park. Lucky for us, the park built a tunnel through the mountain instead of making you drive over it.

It's only a few more miles to our destination: Yellowstone.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Jewel Cave National Monument

Our midday activity was visiting Jewel Cave National Monument.

Jewel Cave is very different than Wind Cave. It's wetter. It's also bigger. It's the second longest cave in the world. (It's got a long way to go before it overtakes Mammoth Cave in Kentucky as the longest cave in the world. It's not even half its size.)

Jewel Cave is about twenty miles away from Wind Cave as the crow flies. Many people have asked if they're connected. They haven't ruled out a connection, but so far they haven't found one.

What's the difference between a National Monument and a National Park? In order to qualify for National Park status, a feature must be a "scenic feature or natural phenomena" that is "sufficiently large to yield to effective administration and broad use". Size is immaterial for National Monuments. They can be large or small. The type of appeal is also inconsequential for National Monuments. They do not need to be scenic or natural. They can be historic, cultural, inspirational, scientific, or even man-made. The Statue of Liberty and the birthplace of Booker T. Washington are National Monuments. But they would never qualify for National Park status. National Monuments are established by order of the President. National Parks require an act of Congress.

National Parks and National Monuments are both owned and protected by the federal government (unlike National Landmarks which can be privately owned, such as Thomas Jefferson's Monticello plantation). National Parks are always managed by the National Park Service (NPS). National Monuments could be protected by NPS or by some other agency, depending on the type of feature.

Fun fact: More than a quarter of the land in the United States is protected by the federal government (roughly 27%)

OK, enough of my civics lesson. Back to Jewel Cave...

We took the brief "Discovery Tour". The elevator takes you down into the massive Target Room. The walls are almost entirely covered in a formation called "dogtooth spar". Yesterday, we saw delicate and feathery calcite crystals called frostwork. Dogtooth spar is very similar except with large, dull crystals. This picture shows both formations.

The floor and ceiling are covered with stalactites and stalagmites. It's a very typical wet cave.

While we waited for our tour to start we listened in on a presentation by one of the park rangers about a massive fire eleven years ago. The so-called "Jasper Fire of 2000" was started by arson. The woman responsible was apprehended and sentenced to 35 years in prison.

The fire spread to an incredible 83,508 acres, including 1,150 acres of Jewel Cave National Monument (about 90% of its total land area). The historic cabin and the Visitor Center were saved by spraying them with fire-resistant foam.

More than a decade later, the forest hasn't really rebounded. The natural cycle of regrowth is taking longer than expected.

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We're halfway through our trip. Tomorrow we leave the Black Hills and enter Wyoming.

Day 7: Wildlife Loop, attempt #2 (and #3)

We began our seventh day bright and early. Wildlife is most active at dawn and dusk. Since we mostly struck out at dusk yesterday, we decided to see if we'd have more luck at dawn. We drove to the Wildlife Loop in Custer State Park again.

Deer were plentiful.

VERY plentiful.

Very, very plentiful!

Did I mention there were deer?

There were other animals, too. But these were not quite "wild".

Years ago visitors had the opportunity to rent burros and make a trek to the top of Harney Peak. The burro rental program went out of style, so the burros were simply released into the wild. Today they huddle in a pack around the south bend of the Wildlife Loop.

They were pretty tame. Ma was even bold enough to feed them a piece of apple from her hand.

We were still chasing rumors of a massive buffalo herd.

Well, we never saw the whole buffalo herd, but later that night we tried the Wildlife Loop one last time. We were lucky enough to see this big guy running down the side of the road.

Wildlife Loop

In a post entitled "Wildlife Loop" you'd expect to find a photo of a pronghorn...

...or pronghorns (plural).

You would expect to see pictures of buffalo.

And maybe I'd throw in a picture of a sunset.

So, would it surprise you to learn that the only photo taken on the actual Wildlife Loop was the sunset?

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Last night we elected not to do the Custer State Park's wildlife caravan on account of rain. So, after I'd relaxed, eaten, and recovered from my wild caving adventure, we decided to join the caravan tonight.

Custer State Park shares its southern border with Wind Cave National Park. So we drove north through the prairie. We encountered tons of wildlife. Pronghorns, white tail deer, mule deer, and prairie dogs. We also saw our first buffalo sitting beside the road. Then, just a few miles down the road, we saw another one. We were excited to get up to the Visitor's Center and join the caravan for the Wildlife Loop. There was no telling what we were about to see.

Alas, the anticipation was better than the actual result. We chased rumors of the location of the buffalo herd all evening. There was one exhilarating moment at the end, though. The sun had already set, and the caravan slowed in front of a stand of trees at the base of a hill. Elk! They're quite elusive here. It was too dark to take pictures, but we watched them for several minutes.

What an excellent Day 6!

Wild Caving

And now for the highlight of the day: Wild Caving!

Are you claustrophobic? Overweight? In poor overall health? You will want to avoid the Wild Caving tour.

Me? I'm all over 'dat! Wild Caving was my chance to be a spelunker, if only for the next four hours. So, I waved farewell to Ma, and I was off on an adventure!

Our guide for the tour was Sam. He's a burly, jovial fellow. I wondered how he was going to squeeze through the openings we were promised. It's probably not surprising that most spelunkers are women. It just makes sense, size-wise. But Sam was a professional. He managed just fine.

In general, caves maintain the average annual temperature of the earth above them. That means caves beneath Custer, South Dakota, should maintain an average temperature of 47 degrees. Jewel Cave, which we will visit tomorrow, does this. But Wind Cave does not. I mentioned earlier that Wind Cave maintains a constant temperature of 53 degrees. It is believed that Wind Cave sits atop some sort of geothermal activity which heats the cave an extra six degrees. Even with the added warmth, the cave is still pretty chilly. I wore a sweatshirt, T-shirt, and sweatpants while I was wild caving. I also wore my goatskin leather gloves. (I love them! I wouldn't work in my garden without them.) The kneepads, helmet, and flashlight were provided.

The place we were going was not lighted. We were each required to carry three independent sources of light. The first two were located on our helmet: a main head lamp and an auxiliary head lamp. The third was a pen light slung around our necks and stuffed down our shirts.

Our first task was to learn what we were doing. When you go caving, it is important to maintain at least three points of contact with the cave at all times. That could mean two feet and a hand. Or two hands and a butt. Or a shoulder, an elbow, and a helmet. You get the idea. It's very easy to lose your balance and crush a delicate million-year-old cave formation.

Sam taught us a catchy saying: "Head 'round. Butt down. Touch brown."

HEAD 'ROUND: This means that when you want to look up at something, you should turn your head to the side. The natural instinct is to lift your chin. You have to remember your head is a few inches taller because of your helmet. If you try to lift your head, you could possibly damage the cave above you. Or, worse yet, you could wedge your head against the ceiling and get stuck that way.

BUTT DOWN: This means that when you wriggle through the cave, keep your butt lower than your head. It will save the cave. And it will also save some bruises on your butt.

TOUCH BROWN: The natural color of the cave is white. It's really quite beautiful. But everywhere you touch will develop a layer of manganese. It's a brownish powder which not only stains your clothes and shoes, but also stains the cave walls. So, whenever possible, only touch the areas that have already been touched. And you can tell that they've been touched because they've turned brown.

Tours are limited to ten participants, and I'm glad. Our group only had nine. It was hard enough finding places to crouch and sit together as we rested between obstacles.

When you come to a tight spot which also requires some change in elevation (climb up or climb down), you don't want to follow each other directly for fear of knocking lose a rock and beaning the next guy in the head. So, we had to learn the process of hand-offs. The first person starts by saying their name and climbing, like "Ann climbing". When they get to the top (or bottom), they shout back their name and clear, like "Ann clear". The next person shouts up to the first person, e.g. "Kate climbing". And the first person responds, "Climb on". The phrases are always at least two syllables. Why? Because when you knock lose something, be it a rock, a helmet, a shoe, whatever, that person shouts "Rock". When the people below hear a one-syllable word, their reaction shouldn't be to stick their head in the hole and say, "What?" With the syllable rule, they'll avoid getting smacked in the face.

The first section of the tour was the hardest. It contained a corkscrew tunnel that tested your spacial acuity. You could see Sam smiling down at you at the beginning of the corkscrew, so you think you know where you're headed. But once you enter the tunnel, you lose sight of him and have to ignore your instincts in order to choose the right branch. The tunnel is tight, handholds are few, and your perception is murky. Wriggling through the passage, your body is being bruised in a hundred different places. It was so much fun!

Another challenge was called the "beached whale". It's an apt name. You are climbing up the side of a mound, like a giant mushroom. But there's not much headroom. So, by the time you get to the top, you're splayed out on your belly, flailing like a beached whale.

During our tour, Sam pointed out something known as "moon milk". It's a white oozy substance that is typical in caves. No one knows quite how or why, but if you take the moon milk and form it into a shape, like a ball or a snowman, it slowly loses it shape and returns to a mound. Very eerie stuff!

At the halfway point, we came to a place with enough room to stand and walk around. We were even allowed to remove our helmets. It was just over a rise from the Garden of Eden tour. You can hear the tourists and see the lights on the other side. In this little room is a Tupperware container that holds a book. Each wild caving group is asked to write something in the book. If the tour is late arriving back in the Visitor Center, the rangers can climb over the wall and check the book. If the group has left a message, they know that they completed the first leg of the tour, and they know the time they did so. It narrows down the search area. I'm pleased that no rescuers needed to read our message.

I later checked the map to see where we'd been. It's difficult to read because the real thing is three dimensional. The different colors represent different elevations. I know we saw Rome. "All roads lead to Rome." It's the hub for many spokes of a wheel. We also saw the "Muddle Room". It, too, contains many different openings.

By the end, I was dirty, bruised, hungry, tired, and euphoric. I wasn't as filthy as I expected to be. And I was dry, which was also a concern I had before I learned how little water was in the cave.

I can't wait to do some more wild caving in the future.