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August 13
It might take some time to process all what we did today. A 13 hour car drive arriving at Yellowstone as it was getting dark, hoping that the reservation was still good.
Anyway, thanks to our old friend jet lag, I was awake at four. Jools had been awoken at half twelve by the sound of the whistle of a passing freight train as it crossed the level crossing two blocks away. And as we lay in bed waiting for dawn to come, we heard another train approach and pass.
by half six, we were showered, dressed and packed, and ready to start the day, a day which would be mostly a 12 hour car trip into and across Wyoming. Me saying ten months back that we could fly in there, drive somewhere else in less than a day and so on was on the basis of not knowing how big Wyoming is. I mean the atlas we have for it is as big and comprehensive as one for Britain.
So, 535 miles according to the sat nav, and what we would see; who knew?
We did not have breakfast in the hotel, we could have but that would have meant making our choices the night before, and who really know what they want to eat 12 hours in advance. But the one thing we could be sure of is there would be no shortage of places to have breakfast on the way, at least in the first hour on our way to Chayanne. I mean tthat there is a western name if ever there is one, and that is on the way to Laramie, and that is even more western.
We load the car and drop the roof, but on the way out of Fort Collins it was choilly, and on the interstate it would be colder and breezier still, so we stop to put the roof up, just beside a university campus, a nice looking place I have to say, as was Fort Collins, leafy and mostly unspoilt with just the centre being strip malls and parking lots.
Onto the interstate and up to just before we were to turn off, and we roll into an Dennys. Where are you from, what is that accent? Blah blah, and so on. I have been to Englan, I went to Liverpool, met this guy, Bob, do you know him?
Anyway, we order breakfast, which comes on two plates each. This is crazy. BUt it is also good, and we eat most of it, whilst listening to the guy on the next table, complain, whilst breathing poure oxygen through a tube, that Obamacare needs to be repealed and that all the trouble in the US is the Democtats fault. I listen and try not to laugh, but they moved onto the eclipse and the fact people might come from out of state to see it.
If only they knew.
We leave, and with Jools driving we strike out west, along another interstate, 80 I think, making for the line of mountains on the horizon, but never quite getting to them.
Readers, America is big. Vast in fact, and we drove for hours and hours, the countryside turned into rolling prarie, hour after hour we went along, passing weather butes of rock, rolling praried and grassland. Fiver hours to go. Four hours to go.
And we were running out of gas.
Places on the map saying they were cities, yes, I’m talking about you, Jeffory City, we nothing more than a collection of shacks and tumbledown buildings. We had less than 50 miles of gas when we arrived in Riverton. We stop at the first gas station, and despite having had two breakfasts four hours back, we have lunch. A salad followed by a sandwich. Another two plates.
But again, everyone is so darned nice, real nice. I tip them.
And we are off again, along hour after hour of identical countryside, but also stunning at the same time. Rolling parie lands, rugged butes of rock, fertile river vallies. The afternoon grew old. We pass through a narrow gorge which the river shared with a rad and railroad.
We had passed a mile long freight train a few miles back, s waited at two spots to snap it. At the second we discover a wealth of wildlife, four butterfly species, katydids and wasps and bees. I get shots of them and the train and so am very happy indeed.
Just out of the valley, at Thermolopolis or something, the weather closes in, and clouds drop down and day is turned itno night, and all the wile the landscapes gets ever more larger and dramatic.
We have to pass through where we will be staying from Sunday, Cody Wyoming, named after Buffalo Bill Cody. So its Buffalo Bill this and that including a museum. We shall have two full days to explore Cody. Well, one day and then there is the matter of the eclipse of course.
We are within two hours of our cabin, but have to climb over a mountain. A place called, I kid ye not, Dead Indian mountain. Up and up we go, clouds part and dramatic rock formations are revelealed, under a rainbow. Under a double rainbow. And then once we had reached the top of the pass, there was a ten mile descent that would have given Le Tour riders trouble. From the top we could see to the start of Yellowstone, and the road coiled up below like a hose.
Final push now, into Montanna,. Past a lively town with many bars and cowbiy themed places. I think this will become a trend. As will “boot barns”. Montana doesn’t look that different from Wyoming, other than the town with the bars all done out to look all western like.
The rain sets in, hammering down and making the car think its night, so dimming all the lights in the car.
And at quarter past six, eleven and one half hours afrer setting off, we arrive at the gate to Yellowstone.
That’ll be $30.
But have a map.
The landscape had been dramatic before, and I wish I had shots, but the clouds tuened day into night again, and they would have been rubbish. So, take my word for it, huge mountains, trees, valleys and rivers.
We came to a jam, a jam caused by bison. I mean, when you weigh a ton or more, you should be able to stop traffic. The alpha male waks beween the lines of cars, grunting, while all around his hareem eats or rests.
And then there is the hour hour drive round the park to Mamoth, and hopefully where our roo, or cabin, is waiting.
We see no bears, but in Mammoth Falls we see an elk. Or a carbou, not sure which, but it is eating the manicured lawn in front of the hotel. But we are staying in a cabin out back. Jools pays and get the keys, so we can relax.
I walk to the store to buy some beers and stuff, return to each Ritz Crackers with cheese from a can, because we can.
Outsie we sit on the stoop, eating and drinking, whilst Swifts wheel and spin hunting for food, as we look on. Some Italian tourists arrive and don’t look to happy, but we are. Even with out wifi, a TV. It all we need., we drink and eat, and tiredness overcomes us.
Time for bed (mountain time).
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The Sweetwater Valley contains three distinctive granite landmarks: Independence Rock, Devil’s Gate and Split Rock. The last of these, Split Rock, with its unforgettable gunsight notch, was visible to emigrants for two days or more as they approached and then left it behind them.
Some emigrants on the Oregon, California and Mormon trails—all one road at this point—found this landmark in the Rattlesnake Range a useful navigational tool as they made their way west up the Sweetwater. “[Y]esterday,” Joseph Middleton wrote in 1849, “from the time we started we steered to this cliff with a steadiness that was astonishing, never deviating from it more than the needle does from the north pole, excepting once for a short time—I think this cleft or rent or chasm is very conspicuously seen from the Devil’s Gate, which I think is 11 miles from here; and I think it is still at least 6 or 8 miles ahead. …”
Rising some 1,000 feet above the sagebrush prairie, Split Rock aimed westbound emigrants directly at South Pass, still more than 75 miles away. The relatively gentle landscape offered them a short, but much needed, respite in their long journey.
Emigrants were struck by the rock’s beauty, too. “The picture was worthy the pencil of an artist,” William Carter wrote late in 1857. “Our camp was near what is called the Split in the Rock, a remarkable cleft in the top of the mountain which can be seen at a great distance in either direction.”
Split Rock Station is located a short distance west of Split Rock between Cranner Rock and the south bank of the Sweetwater River in what is now a hay meadow. In the early 1860s, the site served as a Pony Express station, stage station and telegraph station.
Diarist Henry Herr reported that, in 1862, 50 soldiers from the 6th Ohio Regiment were encamped here to protect the emigrants. A crude log structure and pole corral that were part of the station are now part of a private ranch homesite.
Split second 3s! Size 9.5...Rare shoes from 1994, and only seen one other pair of light blue on flickr! Awesome condition and really want to sell, but CASH ONLY!
Split - Kaiserpalast
Der Diokletianpalast (kroatisch Dioklecijanova palača) ist ein antiker Baukomplex, der als Alterssitz für den römischen Kaiser Diokletian diente, welcher als einziger römischer Kaiser 305 n. Chr. freiwillig aus dem Amt schied. Der Diokletianpalast bildet heute die Innenstadt der kroatischen Hafenstadt Split und wurde nach der Römerzeit zu einer bewohnten Festung umgewandelt, welche in der Folge an unterschiedliche kulturelle Einflüsse angepasst wurde.
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diokletianspalast
Split - Imperial Palace
Diocletian's Palace is a building in Split, Croatia, that was built by the Roman emperor Diocletian at the turn of the fourth century AD.
Diocletian built the massive palace in preparation for his retirement on 1 May 305 AD. It lies in a bay on the south side of a short peninsula running out from the Dalmatian coast, four miles from Salona, the capital of the Roman province of Dalmatia. The terrain slopes gently seaward and is typical karst, consisting of low limestone ridges running east to west with marl in the clefts between them.
Full split. If I tried a bit, I could have probably had her sitting upright without being supported by her hands.
You see a bit more of my lightbox than I'd like because her legs are so long. And she probably didn't need to be in boots to do this shot. But don't tell her that.
This is Split Rock Lighthouse on the shore of Lake Superior on a very foggy day.
Photographed using a Sony A7R using a Nikkor 200-600mm f/9.5 lens at f/16.
Split pea soup with red potato, carrot and onion blended all together. Strobist info: Canon Speedlite 580 exii camera right shot in a Creative Light softbox. Two white foam boards are to camera left .
Split City Museum 20150918 9646 MuzMGSWWI
Split City Museum exhibition - "Split and the World War I." . Exhibits are a part of the Split City Museum collection and the exhibition will be available until October 15, 2015 at the Gallery of the Museum (Dioklecijanova b.b.).
The exhibition was organized within the framework of the national program of marking the centenary of the First World War with the support of the Ministry of Culture and the Split city.
Although Split and Dalmatia were not directly involved in the military operations, the war had a strong reflection on the life of the population and impacted the overall political, social, economical and cultural development, not only during the war itself, but through severe consequences, felt even for years after the war.During the research and procession of the materials, it has been found, that in many family legacies, particularly in family albums of this area, memories of the events of the First World War were perserved. Various museum objects are a part of the exhibition - providing information about people, events and phenomena of the period before, during and after the World War I. in Split. In addition to photos and documentary, there are weapons, equipment, parts of uniforms, flags, decorations, medals and badges. Pictures, graphics and sculptures introduce us to the protagonists of the art scene of that time. The numismatic collection holds pieces of paper and coins of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, which in 1892 introduced the Crown as a currency unit that was in use until the final collapse of the country at the end of the war.
This museum in the heart of the palace is mostly worth visiting for the 15th-century Gothic building itself rather than for the sundry paintings and weaponry within. You'll also find photographs, documents, maps and old papers but the permanent collection appeals more to historians than offer someone from the general public a rough idea how this fascinating port developed.
Split is the largest Dalmatian city, the second-largest urban centre in Croatia, and the seat of Split-Dalmatia County. The city is located on the shores of the Mediterranean, more specifically on the eastern shore of the Adriatic Sea, spreading over a central peninsula and its surroundings, with its metropolitan area including the many surrounding seaside towns as well. An intraregional transport hub, the city is a link to the numerous surrounding Adriatic islands and the Apennine peninsula, as well as a popular tourist destination.
Split is also one of the oldest cities in the area, and is traditionally considered just over 1,700 years old, while archaeological research relating to the ancient Greek colony of Aspálathos (6th century BC) establishes the city as being several hundred years older.
Source: Wikipedia