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My morning view, not far from camp. The sun was heating things up quickly though, so I didn't stay long - it was time to cover some miles and head home. On the other side of these mountains is the more popular destination; Cascade Pass.
Latest 2021 recolour of the Matchbox Speed Trapper from Case C. Small but a novelty casting definitely aimed more at a younger audience. Not completely without merit though as it rides on chrome disc wheels, features the long running INC Construction livery plus a rotating speed displaying sign. Mint and boxed.
Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Gefährlicher Westen
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954-1955)
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Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
In die Enge getrieben
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954-1955)
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Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Die letzte Chance
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954-1955)
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Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Die Teufelsschlucht
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954-1955)
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Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Die Teufelsfarm
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954)
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Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Ein Mann schlägt sich durch
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1954-1955)
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The Golden Hour as viewed from the Skeena Valley Snowmobile Association's cabin on Trapper Mountain, just south of Terrace, BC
Elevation: approximately 4600 feet ASL
Texas Trapper / Heft-Reihe
Die Nachtreiter
Alfons Semrau Verlag (Hamburg / Deutschland; 1955)
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Vince "Trapper" Nelson (born Vincent Nostokovich or Natulkiewicz around 1909) was an American trapper, hunter, and zoo founder. Though he was born in New Jersey, and lived in Mexico and Texas, he is best known for establishing a homestead-turned-zoo on the shore of the Loxahatchee River in Florida. Filled with exotic and wild animals, his zoo was a popular tourist spot in the 1940s and 50s, visited by local and national celebrities. Because of this, he became known locally as "Tarzan of the Loxahatchee".
The zoo was eventually shut down by State health inspectors in 1960. After his zoo was closed, Nelson became a hermit and suffered from undiagnosed health problems. In 1968, he was found dead from a gunshot wound in his cabin by a friend. His death was ruled a suicide. Nelson's campsite is now known as the Trapper Nelson Zoo Historic District in Jonathan Dickinson State Park, Hobe Sound, Florida.
Yankee Candle jar toppers always fit wonderfully. The smaller ones can fit Moof heads. I should buy some of these in advance to give away but I always forget.
Photo by Patrick Weishampel/blankeye.tv.
"Wild and Reckless"
Written and Performed by Blitzen Trapper
Directed by Rose Riordan and Liam Kaas-Lentz
March 16 — April 30, 2017
Previews are Mar. 16-23 | Opening night Mar. 24
A World Premiere!
Blitzen Trapper mined their lyrical storytelling and Oregonian roots to create a story for the stage that fuses the energy of a rock concert with the imaginative possibility of the theater. Wild and Reckless traces the unforgettable tale of two kids on the run, in a futuristic vision of Portland’s past. Evoking a bygone era of Portland, this sci-fi dystopian love story features a rock-and-roll score that marries previously unreleased songs with favorites from the band’s catalog, including “Black River Killer” and “Astronaut.” Portland Center Stage at The Armory commissioned Wild and Reckless as the second world premiere in its new “Northwest Stories” series, dedicated to developing and producing stories about, or by artists from, the northwest region.
I was awake at five, and could not get back to sleep, so got up to go to the lounge to have a coffee and found several packs of digestive biscuits out to dunk.
Outside, we were bobbing around ready to go back into the pack ice, but a change of plan meant we went down a fjord were there was the strong possibility of bears.
It is very hard to judge distance up here, what seemed like a mile must have been several more, and at the far end were four other ships, looking like toys as they were dwarfed by the mountains and glaciers around the bay.
We edged through the ice filling the bay, followed by a flock of Kittiwakes, who were waiting for the flows to be pushed aside and codling be left in the open, then they would swoop.
It took nearly two hours to make our way to the end of the bay, and in the lea of a large rock boulder, a mother Polar Bear was looking after her cub. And despite weighing three quarters of a ton, they two bears were never more than a few pixels in the viewfinder.
We drifted for an hour, maybe more, just watching the bears, a pod of Beluga Whales came by, all round the edge of the pack ice, surfacing with a short pout of water, they went back and forth for an hour too, never for than an inch or so out of the water, but that didn’t stop me taking dozens, possibly hundreds of shots.
Just before lunch, news came that we would be going out in the zodiacs for the afternoon, wrap up warm, we were warned.
After lunch we barded all the zodiacs, and we slowly made our way in large “s” bends nearer and nearer the cliff edge, where at the bottom as polar bear was sleeping off its lunch of walrus carcass. We tried to be quiet, but occasionally it looked up to see what was disturbing his post-lunch slumber.
We didn’t get too close, so he wasn’t spooked, and after each time looking up at us, he would stretch back down in the cool snow, yawn and go to sleep again. I guess we were 100m from him, and was amazing to see something that big and rare, so lucky we were.
After that, we cruised along the edge of bay, passed 5 glaciers what were silently flowing to the fjord. All around were birds, the same Kittiwakes, arctic turns, eiders, but best of all, the weather had calmed down so there was no wind, and we were treated to perfect reflections in the water as the sun came out.
One last visit to the bear and we made our way back to the ship, to be all back on board ready for dinner. Only two more bears were spotted about, about a mile off the port side, mating. Just as well they appeared as dots in my viewfinder. To add to the excitement, another pod of belugas appeared and then an arctic fox was seen in front of the ship, on the ice. And finally, a juvenile bear was spotted, running over the ice, jumping, hoping to find the breathing hole of a seal.
Phew.
After dinner, we sat in the lounge, looking at the sun high over the ice flows, a quarter to ten and still broad daylight, and would be all “night”, of course.
We sat in the lounge, me sipping a wee dram of Shackleton Whisky, named after the famed polar explorer, it seemed fitting. IN front of us, through the large windows was the bay and out to see, al full of pack ice, glinting in the late evening sunshine. It seemed other-worldly, but yet, here we are, and we had been out in the boats in it too, so it was of this world, but so out of our experiences, like something out of a David Attenborough documentary.
In front of the boat, an artic fox had been spotted, and behind another pod of beluga, while we watched a ring seal diving from one area of ice-free water to another. This must be an every day scene up here, but for us, it was magical.
So magical, that when the juvenile polar bear was spotted earlier, rather than run for my camera, I chose to stay and watch it through my eyes alone. It was distant, and others too shots aplenty, but it was this bear, running, jumping, swimming, all on the lookout for a late snack before the artic summer really kicks in. Because for the bear, summer is the lean times, when they overheat easily, and their usual hunting grounds on the ice have melted. So they sleep. For months.
IN the end, we saw at least seven polar bears on Monday, I said to Jools it would have made a fine climax to the trip, so to have on the last day, as the bears is what most of us wanted to see on the trip. But there is so much more, I guess what I will remember is the grand landscapes, the towering cliffs of granite, carved by ice and time, now home to tens of thousands of kittiwakes. And on days when there was no wind, the ice covered cliffs reflected in the icy waters, which were lined with ice flows. Birds wheel around, Fulmars follow the ship in hope of a free meal, and Kittiwakes swarm round the disturbed ice in the hope of grabbing a codling or two.