Wednesday, June 29, 2011

picture overload

First, pictures from my camping trip on the American Praire Foundation reserve. This organization has bought up an enormous amount of private land with the goal of returnig it all to its natural state and reintroducing buffalo on the land. A lot of people in town hate, underline hate, the APF but a lot of the concerns seem to be unfounded or blown out of proportion. I agree, its problemtic to reintroduce buffalo where cows are also grazing. But the APF is a private land owner and can do what they want. They are not trying to kick ranchers off their land or get it all designated as a national monument or wildness area. Personally, I think this is the way conservation should be done. Government conservation efforts are often inefficient, out of touch, expensive, redundant, etc. Everything that comes to mind when you think of buerocratic waste and mismanagement. The APF is a private funded, privately run organization and I like that. I think conservation is important and can operate in harmony with ranching interests. The APF is relatively small and keeps the community in mind when managing their land. And from what I've seen hasn't actually done a lot to complain about or suffered from the same buerocratic nightmares that occur on national wildlife refuges. Anyways, giant speel, here are the pictures:

Morning view on the prairie from my yurt


An empty horizon

To show you what yurts look like


Sunset on the prairie, well through some non-native trees planted on the prairie



Setting up nets to catch bats with at night



A barn full of bats


It was sort of hard to get good shots of these bats because it was night time and bats are small, but I got a few nice ones I think.



 I walked right up to this owl and it didn't run away or anything.

Bull grazing on the prairie

 

Photo for the paper, a WWF employee attened, caught a rattlesnake and gave an impromtu talk for the little kids in the camp. They were so excited and not scared at all. I don't think they know how dangerous rattlesnakes can be.


Now, time for photos from my fight over the Bittercreek WSA and surrounding area. The flight was put on the Wilderness Society and EcoFlight to promote conservation in Bittercreek. Can't say I like them as much as APF, but I don't know enough about it either. Bittercreek constitute about 1 percent of all BLM land in Montana and doesn't look too special from up high. Current management of Bittercreek is working well as is. They allow grazing and recreation on the land, but don't allow other development or exploration for oil. It will be very interesting to see how things unfold and what kind of arguments are made.

Arial view of Bittercreek WSA



Frenchman creek, this one is an actual creek


Arial view of an unhealthy wheat farm. It should just be one giant plot of green, but the different shades indicate diseased wheat crop. Nearly 40 percent of spring wheat won't be planted in Montana this year, and much of the winter wheat, to be harvested in august is diseased from the rain. Food prices are going up.

 An arial view of flooding along the Milk River just outside Glassgow. Some feilds are completely covered in water still, but it was worse a few weeks ago.

And last, but certaintly not least, a giant and horrifying fly caught in my room. This thing is monstorous and loud, but then it was old or something, because it just fell down on my dresser and didn't move when I snapped a cup over it to catch it.


Up next: Shakespear in the park, a tour of the Landusky Gold Mine and some pretty big 4th of July celebrations.

I am knee deep in conservation issues. The Lockean in me, says the government should stay out of it, just let nature and society take its course. John Locke wrote that the end of government is to protect private property. Should is being buying up its own private property? On the otherhand, the nature lover in me says, hey, why can't we have both? I think the APF model presents a promising solution. I apologize for being so serious, its just whats on my mind. And thankyou if you read this enter post, its quite long. I hate reading long things.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

lunch, where are you?

Trafton Park and the Milk River:



Abandoned bridge across the Milk River



The Trafton walking trail


The lower portion of the trail has become part of the Milk River.
The water looks gross and milky, get it?


There are so many mosquitoes in this town that the city pays for a truck to drive up and down all the streets every night and spray insecticide on everything. If you're out walking around 9:30 p.m. you're liable to get sprayed! I didn't believe this at first. A kid said to me, "We have to hurry or we're going to get mosquito spray on us" and I thought he was just weird. But it is totally true. Apparently they used to do it with a small plane, but that's sort of dangerous.

Next, for dinner I like to eat crab salad croissats and for supper I get a grilled chicken salad at Dairy Queen. What do I eat for lunch? It doesn't exist here.

What's with guys wearing baseball hats to pose for engagement photos, perform music in country singing competitions or work in a bank? I get that guys like hats and that's fine, wear one on the weekend and at home all you want, but in your engagement pictures? during a talent contest? with your suite at the bank? Sigh.

This place is also home to horrifyingly large flys. The biggest flys I've ever seen in my life flys. They are the size of a bee and they scare me.

 My employers are golfing right now. I'm flying over Bitter Creek tomorrow and this weekend I'm camping at the American Prarie Foundation for the BioBlitz! I like how they try to make inventoring animals sound fun by calling it a "blitz." Maybe we will listen to jazz music?

Monday, June 20, 2011

Live in a house by the roadside and be a friend to man.

I haven't posted anything for a while, but I think I've got some good photos to share.

"Live in a house by the roadside and be a friend to man" -W. Holmes
This is the entrance to the town of Saco. Lovely, right?



Parker King's Ranch, I wonder what he's in the business of farming...



Some cute houses around Malta:


 It's raining sunlight.


 Sleeping Buffalo Rock:



The rock looks like a sleeping buffalo, get it?

I went to the Texaco Country Showdown last Friday and discovered that I really and truely do not like country music. It was more of a guess before, but now it feels pretty clear. People were saying, 'oh, the talent was so outstanind,' really? Come on, teenage girls doing Carry Underwood karaoke is outstanding? If people think that's outstanding, it makes me question their compliments to me, but I don't question it too much. Reporting in a small town really does wonders for a writers ego. People call me to say they liked my articles and my pal Sarah said my writing is "refreshing." One lady said my story on Annie brought her to tears, that was really sweet. I think the last time my writing brought someone to full on tears was a brake-up letter I wrote to my 10th grade boyfriend. I know, or at least think, I won't ever get as many compliments for my writing as I get here. It really is nice. I met a harlequin romance novelist tonight who's married to a syndicated columnist and she likes me writing. As a former journalist herself, she said she used her position as a reporter to do research for her early books. I wonder what that looked like. On this coming Thursday I will be flying over Bitter Creek with the Montana Wilderness Association!! I'm excited for that. According to Curtis, I am "flying with the enemy."

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A yellow sunday afternoon

I've had five blog views from Panama and one from Germany. What's up international audience?

Fun fact about Malta: There are as many churches as there are bars, and I've counted around seven bars for a city population of around 2,000 people.

I saw the musical I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change last night and it was hilarious. It's a musical revue about relationships, sort of like How I Met Your Mother X Glee on a stage. What was even funnier though, were the people I went with, well, some of them. I went with a 40-something mom, her bratty teenage daughter (I never stopped being amazed at the way other kids will talk to their parents), teenage daughter's teenage boy friend (not boyfriend) and the cute developmentally disabled woman I'm writing a story on. The teenage boy was like an encyclopedia of musical knowledge and was literally excited during the entire play. It was hard not to be excited sitting next to him. He was leaning forward in anticipation the whole time; legs tapping, singing along with the songs, elbowing you to say "this scene is my favorite...," no wait... "the next one is my favorite." It felt like hanging out with the theater kids from high school, before they go off to college and discover they're gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, interested in bunnies...

Friday, June 10, 2011

I'm editting photos on Friday night, what are you doing?


 Some one does in fact live in this house. No, they are not having a garage sale, that's just how they like to decorate their front yard.



An attempt at being artistic.



Dairy Queen!!! This place is generally packed.


My week has been pretty fun. I wrote a short promo-article for the MSU extension adult food class happening here this summer, and the lady teaching it called to thank me for writing such a good article. I thought that was really nice. I've never been thanked for an article before. I spent all day yesterday hanging out with developmentally disabled adults for a story on Annie, a well-known woman in town with downs syndrome. But I also got a story assignment for Apostrophe, a Montana magazine about developmental disabilities. Who knew that doing the kind-of-cliche story on a local outgoing disabled person would lead to an opportunity to write another one for a different publication for more money? I guess that's why it's a cliche, right?

I don't know what to say when people ask me how I'm liking Malta. Do I like it here? Not particularly, there's not much to do and I'm going to have to order styling products for my hair online, along with pretty much anything else I want, beyond a shake at Dairy Queen. Do I like the people? Yes, very much. I am having fun meeting people out here, everyone is friendly and down-to-earth which makes it easy for me. Do I like the work? Yes, yes, yes, especially finally get paid to write something. I'm an official word prostitute and I like the way it feels. 

Finally, is it wrong to use my position as a fake member of the Montana Newspaper Association to stalk a local Ph.D student/very cute bird scientist?



Tuesday, June 7, 2011

This is called a flood


 


There should be no water in any of these locations along the High-line. There's about one to three feet of water on most of the feilds. People are getting pretty depressed, it's sunny one day and raining again the next. About 40 percent of farmers in the area will be unable to get their summer crops in. Record snowfall creates record flooding.

The floods in Utah are going to be awful. Some of the farms in the Weber area are already under water from the rain. Snow in Utah's mountains hasn't even melted yet. Be prepared.
In other news, I'm at work with nothing to do. Production days are surprisingly slow. So I'm editting photos. We bought an air conditioner for the office just in time for it to rain and be cold again.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The VFW Dino Dance

I think it's a bit odd that Veteran of Foreign War posts also function as bars. Is that really the message we want to send to retired soldiers? Anyways, it was as good a bar as any to have my first real bar experience in. No, I did not drink, but it was pretty entertaining to see the ladies below get drunk, for a good cause of course. It was a fundraising dance for the local dinosaur museum and historical museum.

My new friends, doing the two-step for dinosaurs. Sarah is perfectly awesome and belongs to some order of the Masons. I wonder if I can get invited...

Sue Frary, resident free-spirit and dinosaur expert/professional archeologist. I love this woman. When I was walking up to the bar, she came out holding several big bottles of wine and said "Heidi, they don't let you bring your own booze in!" I could not stop laughing, who would even think to bring thier own alcohol to a bar? No one but Sue. She won the dance contest.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Whatever and Ever Amen

Currently uninterested in writing anything.Currently need to write several things. Currently been listening to a lot of old Ben Folds Five cds and realizing that if I'm going to listen to cds again, I should probably update my collection. And currently sick of 'currently.' I had a long, ultimately boring day covering a car show. Car shows might be neat, but six hours at a car show--not so neat. Nothing happens. Plus, these weird out-of-towner's kept trying to talk me, but they were old and hard to understand. They kept telling me strange, useless things. And kept finding me. I would walk away to take more pictures and then they would be there again, asking if I got any good pictures. They commented that I looked embarrassed when they talked to me because my face was red, but I wasn't embarrassed, my face is just red. My skin was literally burning as they spoke to me. My face is still red and no, I'm not embarrassed to be typing on the internet. Anyways, I did get some cute kid photos and made some new grown-up friends. Also, spotted hutterites on cellphones and a gypsymermaid van and met a Mason. It's sad what gets you excited in a small town.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Catching Thieves

So I was talking to one of the many old men in Malta today and he told me to dress up like an 8-year-old, head to the house four blocks from the gas stations and take some photos of the tools these bandit men stole from his truck five years ago so that the police could finally prosecute. I'm pretty sure that is exactly what my fancy new Olympus camera is for. Why I need to dress up like an 8-year-old is a bit fuzzy.

I'm Here!

So I have been in Montana for five days now and it has been interesting to say the least. I am in the middle of prarie country, no mountains in sight, just miles and miles of sky along the horizon and it is absolutely beautiful. The plains around here are flooded in about three feet of water though. The farmers will be unable to plant their summer wheat. But don't worry, Uncle Sam will still pay them.

Some observations about Montana so far:
1. Life moves slowly here
2. Men like their woman to eat desert
3. Drinking and gambling are essential to a small town existence as evidenced by the abundance of bars, saloons, lounges and casinos in a town with only one grocery store
4. Only one fast food restaraunt in needed
5. It is acceptable to bring a dog literally everywhere with you
6. The federal government hates people who live in Montana and has hired a witch to turn them all into buffalo

Well I better get back to work. Photos coming shortly.