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  • Up North, Part 4
    Naniboujou Lodge

    Naniboujou is the Cree god of the outdoors. The Cree say that Naniboujou is why the beaver’s tail is flat, why the deer carries a white flag, and why the woodpecker has a splotch of red. They pray to Naniboujou to lead them to the game and then for a safe return from hunting. Campfires must be doused before quitting camp because the woods belong to Naniboujou.

    In November of 1927, construction of Naniboujou Lodge was begun on the shores of Lake Superior 15 miles northeast of Grand Marais. It was built to be an exclusive private club. Minnesotans were limited to 25% of the membership because it was intended to be a national organization. Charter members included Babe Ruth, Jack Dempsey and Ring Lardner. It was to be a massive development with 150 sleeping rooms, a golf course, tennis courts, and a bathing house – a playground for the very privileged. Membership was for 99 years and was by invitation only.

    The grand opening of the lodge took place on July 7, 1929, not fortuitous timing. Only the first building of the complex, containing the dining room and 24 guest rooms, was ready when it opened, and Black Friday, November 29, 1929, effectively stopped any further construction. Members quit paying dues and Naniboujou failed.

    In 1935, the facility reopened as a hotel. Restoration and some landscaping took place. It changed hands again in 1953, becoming a family owned resort. In 1980, it became affiliated with Fish Enterprises, a Christian project that trained young people in religious fields of work and placed them around the world. Currently, it is owned and operated as a guest lodge once more.

    The amazing thing is that through its many incarnations, Naniboujou has been preserved in its original condition. The interior of the dining room is absolutely stunning! Antoine Goufee, a French artist, painted Cree Indian designs over the walls and the twenty-foot-high domed ceiling. Guests marvel at the colorful designs which echo the style and elegance of another time. Here’s a lenghwise view. That’s the largest stone fireplace in Minnesota at the far end.

    This is one of the side walls.

    This is the end opposite the fireplace. The windows you can see look into the gift shop.

    Andy, Jess, Jake, Dan and I went to Naniboujou for supper Sunday, June 27. Besides being a wonderful place to see, the food is also fantastic. Many of the dishes feature local delicacies. The cranberry pork tenderloin is especially delicious. We had had it before, so I tried the rib-eye steak with balsamic glaze. Andy had the steak, too, and decided that balsamic vinegar is not only delicious on steak, it’s a great accompaniment to mashed potatoes. Jess had the chicken cutlet parmesan, and Dan could not resist having the cranberry pork again. All of it was wonderful. The recipes have been developed especially for Naniboujou by the chefs who have headed the kitchen over the years. Everything is freshly prepared – no frozen or freeze dried potatoes here! Many dishes include wild rice, a Minnesota specialty. If you ever have a chance to eat there, don’t hesitate!

    After supper, we spent some time enjoying the grounds around the lodge. The lakeshore there is not as rocky as it is near Tofte and it has been developed as lawn rather than maintained in its natural condition.

    This is the back of the lodge as seen from the lake.

    Naniboujou Lodge is on the National Register of Historic Places. Vermillion College in Ely, MN, provides two five day elderhostel sessions there annually. Other special programs are available through the Lodge itself.

    On the way home from Naniboujou, we saw this rainbow as we were passing through Grand Marais. We had to stop and take pictures.

    Monday the 28th, we all went to the Temperance River in the morning. It’s quite near Tofte where we were staying and has trails that can be easily hiked while carrying a baby.

    I like this picture of Andy helping Jake the Giant Baby wade in a little trickle of water running over the rocks.

    Near the entrance to the Temperance River State Park stands – guess what?? – the Temperance River Liquor Store!! I don’t think folks around there quite grasp the meaning of the word “temperance”!!

    After lunch, Andy and his family headed home. Dan and I went for one last hike at the Cascade RIver, then returned for our last night at the cabin.

    We enjoyed our week on the North Shore. It was really hard to choose blog topics and to limit the number of pictures I included because there were so many nice memories. I think these wild flowers, which grow everywhere on the North Shore, provide a nice conclusion to this blog series.

  • Up North, Part 3
    Split Rock Lighthouse

    Andy, Jess, and Jake the Giant Baby arrived just in time for supper on Thursday, June 24. Baby Jake was tired from the trip, so he sacked out on the couch with his cousin Ryan. Jake was about a week shy of 11 months old and Ryan was about a month short of 3 years old when this picture was taken. Jake is shorter than Ryan, but otherwise there is not much difference in size. Ryan is Jake’s idol.

    After supper, Matt did the dishes. Wasn’t that sweet?

    We spent Thursday evening and Friday enjoying the area around the cabin. I snapped this picture while everyone was climbing around on this small rocky peninsula near the cabin.

    Friday evening, we had a bonfire on the lakeshore. We made s’mores and popcorn and watched the sun go down. The sunset was beautiful, but unfortunately, I did not take my camera down there.

    Saturday, Betsy, Matt, Madison, and Ryan were going home, but before they left, we all spent the morning at Split Rock Lighthouse. Split Rock is no longer a working lighthouse, but it is maintained in working order. Periodically, they do light the lamp. In fact, they lit it Saturday evening, but we were not there to see it. Each year, they have a memorial service for the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald on the anniversary of its sinking. They light the light and sound a ship’s bell once for each man who died. I would like to be there for that sometime.

    The entire North Shore is beautiful, but I am particularly partial to Split Rock. Here are Jess, Jake, and Andy near the lighthouse with a lake view behind them.

    Split Rock is in a large park with hiking trails and picnic areas. There is an admission charge to tour the lighthouse itself, but the rest of the park is free. It’s worth the money to see the lighthouse, though. The lighthouse keeper’s house is also open to tourists. Both are very interesting. When we left the visitor’s center to head for the lighthouse, a large group of people followed us. They thought we were leading a tour. As we walked along, Betsy and Jess kept asking, “Do you think we should tell them?” Dan always walks a bit ahead of everyone else, so he did not know we had picked up an entourage. When he got to the top of the lighthouse steps, the lighthouse keeper asked him who the group was. Dan replied that it was his family. The keeper was certainly impressed!

    After we left the lighthouse, we followed a trail down to the lakeshore. Here is a view of Split Rock from lake level.

    Ryan loved to climb around on the rocks. He would pick up small rocks and throw them into the lake. Dan kept telling him he could see the lake level rising.

    Andy loves to take pictures of Jake. In fact, I think he may be the most photographed baby in history. I think he thinks he is a model and he is really quite good at posing. I took this picture of Jess helping Jake pose for Andy. As you can see, Jake is really quite cooperative. Only Jake was in the picture Andy was taking. I like mine better.

    Someone asked us to take a picture of their group, so we had him return the favor and take this shot of all of us.

    We had a picnic lunch on the lighthouse grounds and then Dan, Andy, Jess, Jake and I headed back to the cabin while Betsy, Matt, Madison and Ryan started homeward.

    Fourth, and final chapter to come …

  • Up North, Part 2
    Palisade Head and Gooseberry Falls

    Thursday, June 24, we packed a picnic lunch and headed to Gooseberry Falls State Park with Betsy, Matt, Madison, and Ryan. On the way, we stopped at Palisade Head. Here’s Madison enjoying the view at Palisade:

    You do not get the full effect of the elevation in the picture above, but Palisade head is far enough above the lake to be really frightening when you get close to the edge of the cliffs. You often see rock climbers with their climbing gear scaling the rock walls there.

    Here are Betsy and Matt near the same spot.

    I had a really hard time choosing pictures for this blog because I have so many good ones from this day, but a blog can only be so long and my picture storage only holds so much, so those are the only two I am putting up from Palisade Head. The views from up there are magnificent and climbing on the rocks is fun but a little nerve-racking with a six year old and a three year old to keep away from the edges, so, after we had enjoyed the view, we proceded to Gooseberry Falls.

    Gooseberry Falls State Park is beautiful and it has been developed very nicely so that it is convenient for the many visitors who are always there. There are clean restrooms, a visitor information center complete with video presentations, and a very nice gift shop where all products are related to the area and none are over-priced or of poor quality. Many educational programs are held in the park. They day we were there, they were doing a presentation on ravens. All of the development fits in with the natural surroundings.

    Here are Dan and I on one of the rock formations at the Falls. Note the tree bravely clinging to bare rock by its roots. As you can probably tell, hiking and climbing are big activities on the North Shore.

    Here are Betsy, Dan and Matt with Madison and Ryan:

    You can only pose for so many pictures before people start getting irritated because they want to be about enjoying the park, so the rest of these shots are candids. I think they are better, anyway.

    One of the neat things about Gooseberry Falls is that the water in the river is very shallow there and the riverbed is very rocky, so you can actually walk back and forth across the river without getting wet (if you’re careful – I have a funny picture of Dan wringing out his socks a couple of years ago and you see a lot of abandoned socks on the riverbank). Here’s some of us crossing the river,

    Here’s a nice one of Matt and Ryan – Daddy helping his son:

    Much of the shoreline of Lake Superior is made up of hills or mountains, so the many rivers that feed into the lake often travel down a considerable distance and waterfalls are quite common. The picture above is of the lower Gooseberry Falls. This is the Upper Falls, just a short distance inland.

    This is the area above the upper falls.

    We had a lot of fun hiking and picnicing at Gooseberry Falls. As you can see, it’s a beautiful place. In the late afternoon, we returned to the cabin to await the arrival of our son Andy, his wife Jess, and Jake the Giant Baby.

    More to come …

  • Way Up North

    On Tuesday,. July 22, we dropped our cats off at the Cozy Kat Inn around 1:00 PM and headed for Tofte, MN, located in the Superior National Forest on the North Shore of Lake Superior. We arrived about 8:30 PM and moved into the cabin that was to be our home for the next week. We hadn’t had supper and did not feel like cooking, so after we unloaded the car, we headed out in search of food, but we discovered that people up at the North Shore consider 9:00 PM too late to eat, so we went back to the cabin and had toast and fruit . It was enough to satisfy us because we had had a delayed lunch due to our wish to drive through the Twin Cities before rush hour.

    Wednesday, we spent the day walking around the area, including a trip into the “town” of Tofte, which consists of a couple of stores and a fisherman’s museum. We picked up eggs and milk, and visited the museum where we enjoyed a video history of the family who owns the cabin where we were staying.

    The North Shore is considered to be one of the most beautiful places in the world. Although it is a major tourist destination (the people in one of the other cabins were speaking another language), it has remained mostly natural instead of being highly developed and is one of the least polluted areas on the planet. Folks up there work hard to keep it that way. There are hiking trails with signs asking you to stay on the trail in order not to damage the forest floor, and people are respectful of the area. You rarely see litter of any kind.

    Lake Superior began life as a volcano in ancient history. A huge eruption spewed out massive amounts of lava forming the rocky lake shore and building mountains in some areas. The rock formations there are some of the oldest in the world. The volcano then collapsed and eventually the glacial age filled it with ice. When the glaciers retreated, they left behind Lake Duluth, which was larger than the current Lake Superior.

    Superior is the largest of the Great Lakes and the least polluted. Depending on how you measure (by area or by volume), it is the largest body of fresh water in the world, containing 10% of all the fresh water. Being along the shore feels very much like being at the ocean. It’s treacherous for navigators because storms can develop without warning producing huge waves which can crush even a large ship. Many lives have been lost to Superior.

    A walk along the Lake on a calm day is a serene experience. In her video, the owner of our cabin related a story about her grandmother taking her out to the shore and telling her to listen. When she told her grandmother that she did not hear anything, her grandmother replied, “Exactly!” Here’s a view of the path to Tofte:

    As I said, we were walking through the Superior National Forest. Most of the trees are pine or birch. Isn’t the top of this huge pine tree beautiful against the sky?

    Superior has a rugged, rocky shore in most areas, not sandy beaches. It’s better suited for climbing than swimming, which is OK since the average temperature of the lake even during the hottest part of the summer is only about 40 degrees farenheit. Here’s Dan on the shore:

    It’s amazing that things grow on those rocks, but they do.

    Wednesday evening, our daughter Betsy, her husband Matt, and their children Madison and Ryan arrived.

    More to come …

  • We are heading to the beautiful North Shore of Lake Superior today and will be gone for a week. Our whole family will be there, so it should be a very good time. I will have lovely pictures to post when I get back. Everybody have a wonderful week!

  • I have been thinking about my previous blog and about why the things that are happening to Americans in the Middle East are happening, and now I am ready to say more about it.

    The United States government, with the support of many of its citizens, is poking its nose into matters in a part of the world that we do not understand. Throughout recorded history, there has been conflict in the Middle East. That conflict has been based in religion, with each side believing that they are doing what is necessary in order to save their immortal souls. With so much at stake, it is easy to see why people are willing to fight for it so ferociously.

    Much of this conflict has been between the Jewish people and the Arab people. It’s a little hard for me to understand why that needs to be when these two cultures are so closely related and when their religious beliefs stem from the same source, but there is no doubt that the differences far outweigh the similarities in the eyes of the participants in the dispute.

    One of the key points of disagreement, at least in modern times, is about what the position of women should be. It is much different in Israel than it is in the Arab states. I think women in Israel are more “equal” than they are in the US. Golda Meir is a wonderful example. No American woman has achieved the position that she acheived in Israel. I know that the Arab states want to keep women subservient, although not all of the Arab states take that to the same degree. To me, it seems that they see women as possessions. In any case, their attitudes toward women and toward society as a whole are very different from the western world. I do not pretend to understand how they view life.

    There are many other points of disagreement, including how governments ought to relate to their citizens and what the value of a “non-believer” is. By “non-believer”, I mean a person who has different religious and moral beliefs and because of that follows a different path. I am not specifically referring to either side. To a Muslim, a Christian may be a “non-believer”, so may a Jew, a Hindu, or a member of any other belief system. In turn, each of those groups may look at the others as “non-believers”.

    In the current situation, a prime question is what the role of the United States should be. I am not sure it is the job of the US to police the world and I am not comfortable that we can change the Arab world by replacing their governments. Their culture is ingrained and isn’t going to change that easily. I am also
    not sure we have the right to ask them to change. I have difficulty understanding why we can’t just accept and respect our differences. We are supposed to be modern and enlightened, but neither side really is, because neither side really respects the right of the other to determine their own destiny.

    I hear people say that the war is really about who controls the oil supplies in the Middle East, and maybe to some extent that is right. Certainly people are motivated by wealth and power and under the current economic conditions, control of oil supplies means both.

    Another argument is that the US needed to prevent Saddam Hussein’s government from using weapons of mass destruction. This remains a controversial issue. Some are eager to point out that no such weapons have been found in Iraq. Others say that they have to exist because they were given to Saddam Hussein by the US many years ago. I am not sure who is right on that one and I am even less sure that it really matters.

    Some claim that Saddam Hussein supported and nurtured Al Qaeda, and that that gave us the right to remove him. If there was a connection between Saddam Hussein and Al Queda, that did not give us the right to do what we did. I know that many will disagree with me. The funny thing is that some will disagree with the first part of the statement and some with the second.

    Many argue the defense of “human rights” and the duty of the United States to intervene in the name of that cause. The former government of Iraq was accused of torturing its citizens. Americans find that abhorrent. While I think that that was happening, at least from the perspective of the Western world, I am not sure that it was a problem belonging to the US and appropriate for the US to try to solve. I also wonder why we felt the need to intercede for this cause in Iraq but not in the many other countries where it occurs.

    From the perspective of many of the countries of the Middle East, and indeed of much of the world, one of the big issues is American Imperialism. I think that the objection that many people have to the the US spreading its culture throughout the world is justified. I personally find this to be intrusive and unacceptable. When I visit another country, I want to see what that country is like. I do not want to eat at McDonald’s or shop at the Gap, or even to see those places. I can see why other countries resent us when we seem to be trying to wipe their cultures out in favor of our own. When you add the belief of the Muslim world that it is their duty to spread their religious beliefs (which are synonymous with their culture) throughout the world and that this is necessary for their salvation, the spread of American culture must seem like a direct and very aggressive threat, although I do not believe that the American people mean it that way.

    Another part of this issue is that the US supports Israel and that some Arab nations see that as an aggressive postition relative to them. I am in favor of the US continuing its alliance with Israel. Many of the founders of the modern Israeli state came from the US and we share many commonalities with that country. In view of the historic persecution of Jews, I think the support of the US is vital to the survival of Israel. However, we need to understand that the spread of our culture and our support of Israel combine to create a situation which radical Muslims can use to define a “holy war” – one which is necessary to stop what they perceive as an attack on their beliefs. I think the United States played right into Al Qaeda’a hands when we launched a military attack on Iraq. We proved to anyone who was inclined to support the radical element that they were right. We are the aggressors.

    The US further complicated matters by being publicly disrespectful of prisoners of war. Once captured, these people could do us no harm. They deserved to be treated with human dignity – the human rights our government screams about. Instead, they were ridiculed, and that ridicule was recorded. It was probably never intended for that to become public, but it did, and the American participants in that debacle made all of us look like hypocrits. We claim to be freeing the Iraqi people from mistreatment, and yet we mistreated our prisoners. There is no excure and no justification for that.

    With those actions, we proved our ignorance of the cultural differences between ourselves and the people of the Middle East. I am sure that the military personnel guarding the prisoners intended only disrespect, and that they did not think they were doing actual harm. They did not understand that the kind of humiliation to which they subjected the prisoners was worse in their culture than killing them. I fault our government for putting people in charge of POW’s without adequate training. The guards should have known what they were doing but they did not because we did not take the trouble to learn what we should have learned and to make sure that the guards were educated about the Muslim culture.

    Unfortunately, Al Queda has learned about our culture and they know how to retaliate in ways that will hurt us. They know that torturing and killing our civilians in the Middle East is an appropriate retaliatory strike. They knew that when they flew airplanes into the World Trade Center. That was a massive strike which we interpreted as unprovoked and which outraged us because it was against a civilian target. We did not see then and still do not see how our actions appear aggressive to people of other nations, particularly to some Arab nations, and more specifically to Al Qaeda. We need to learn to recognize the ways in which our actions appear aggressive and to see how Al Qaeda and other fanatical groups can use these actions to win support for their cause.

    It is not acceptable to me to hate and kill in the name of God, whatever you call God. I believe that there is just one God but that people experience God in different ways. I do not think God wants us to annihilate each other because of our differences. I do think the world can change, but I do not think military force is the way to achieve that change. I think it will happen far faster and far more effectively through positive interaction. I think it is important to remember that fanatic fringes like Al Qaeda do not represent mainstream groups and do not speak for them. Specifically, Muslim people are not our enemy.

    The situation with Irag and with the rest of the Middle East is very complicated, with multiple causes and many shades of meaning. I do not know how we will get out of it. I think we have taken irrevocable steps and now we just have to figure out how to make the outcome as positive as possible. I do hope we learn from what has happened. I think it is possible that the majority of the citizens of Iraq may be grateful not to be under the rule of Saddam Hussein. I do not think we can interpret that to mean that they want massive change in their culture. We must let them determiine for themselves the direction they will take.

    I think the whole thing boils down to respect, and that the solution to many of today’s world issues can be reached far better through respect than through military action. We need to respect each other as individuals. Countries need to respect each other. Cultures need to respect each other. We need to understand how our culture and our actions look to members of radically different cultures. Until that happens, we will have war, many wars, over and over again. We need to stop assigning values to differences. They do not need to be defined as good or bad. All we need to do is recognize the right of others to be different. Only then will the wars stop.

  • Another American civilian beheaded in the Middle East today. I don’t have a lot to say about it. The horror of the whole thing has left me a little numb. I cannot imagine what that poor man suffered or the nightmares his family faces now.

  • I’m BAAAAAACCKK!!!!!

    Thanks to everyone who visited me during my long absence. I really appreciated all your thoughts and comments. I will be around to visit today.

    There is really no way to catch up on over two months, so I will just say that I have been very busy and it has been mostly a good kind of busy. I am hoping to be able to be a better Xangan now.

    Rather than rehash the elapsed time, I am going to tell you about a weekend trip we made a couple of weeks ago. As you know if you have been reading my blog for awhile, last summer we made a trip to the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa. We had so much fun that we decided to do it again. We went with our very dear friends, Walt and MaryLu.

    You may know that the Surf is famous in music history because it is the place where Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper gave their last concert. The ballroom is filled with items commemorating that event, which makes it a very interesting place. Last time we were there, we saw the ballroom itself, but we did not go out to the crash site where the plane carrying the three performers went down five miles out of Clear Lake in the early morning hours of February 3, 1959. Dan and Walt are big fans of Buddy Holly, so this time we decided to make the trek out there.

    You have to really want to see the crash site to find it. There are no signs. The Clear Lake visitor’s magazine does give directions, but even those are just a small paragraph which can easily be missed. We were determined, though, and we set out to find the “small memorial” mentioned in the visitor’s guide.

    The plane went down in a corn field. The field is still in use, so we were glad that it was early June so that we did not have to fight our way through the rows of corn stalks. Instead, they were only about ankle high, so we just had to avoid stepping on them and hope the farmer did not mind us walking through his field. We parked on a small gravel road and walked about half a mile into the corn field, hoping we were in the right place. There was nothing you could see from the road. Just as we were discussing whether we might be in the wrong field, we spied this:

    As you can see, “small” is the right word for it. It’s a very moving experience to stand at this little memorial, though, and it is obvious that others have felt the same way. Besides the plastic flowers, people have left many other tokens of their visits. There were quite a few coins lying on the ground, along with caps of various types, many hotel room keys, guitar pics, and varous plastic cards with the names of site visitors. That red object near the center of the picture is a plastic car. Apparently many people feel the need to leave signs of their presence. We stood there for quite awhile examining the mementoes and thinking about the event that took place there forty-five years ago.

    When we got back to Clear Lake, we went to the ballroom itself. Here’s Walt in a room filled with the signatures of all the performers who have been there over the years. This is part of the dressing room area, so it is closed when the ballroom is open to the public, but we were lucky enough to be in there when it was not open.

    Here’s Dan and Walt at the memorial outside the ballroom:

    Later on in the evening, we ran into this British fellow. Here he is with MaryLu and Walt. Unfortunately, the British guy’s head had become detached.

    The pictures are courtesy of MaryLu because Nancy forgot to pack a camera. MaryLu apologized for the beam of light that seems to pass diagonally through the center of the last picture, but I think it is just the beam of light that always follows this strange British dude around.

    We had a great time on our Iowa weekend. If you are a music buff, and particularly if you are interested in early Rock ‘N Roll, I would suggest you try to get to the Surf sometime.

  • Do you ever feel like it would be a great thing if you could just manufacture and sell time somehow? I know it would be a successful and highly profitable business!

    I suffer from a serious lack of time lately. I do not get to my computer often enough to even sort out all the forwards in my email, let alone to write blogs that anyone would care to read. I feel bad about that, but there is nothing I am going to be able to do about it in the near future. Meanwhile, I blog when I can and try to visit the people who visit me. I think I am managing to visit slightly more often than I blog. It has been ages since I have made it through my entire SIR list. I also used to try to visit all my subscribers periodically, but that’s just a dream for now.

    Why do I have this time crunch? I used to do a lot of Xanga-ing when I subbed, and subbing used to be my primary job. Subs often just supervise a classroom while students work on projects that they can do on their own. That gives the sub a lot of free time to use the computer if it is on or if the password can be bypassed. There is also the teacher’s prep time when the sub is alone in the classroom. Prep is irrelevant to the sub unless he or she is subbing for more than one day, so prep hours provide more good computer time.

    Now, Adult Basic Ed is my primary job. I teach 1560 minutes of face to face time per week. That means that I have students actually sitting in front of me for that length of time. A regular full time teacher in our district has 1200 minutes of face to face time per week, plus they have different students for each class period and usually only have 2 to 3 preps. (In this case, a “prep” means material to teach a class period. Secondary teachers in our district would have 2 or occasionally 3 different 40 minute presentations to prepare each day. For instance, my husband teaches junior high English. He has four seventh grade classes, two eighth grade classes, and one ninth grade class, so he has 3 preps and he repeats the material for each prep the required number of times. He has a course overload. Most teachers in our district only have 6 classes.) Monday through Friday, I have the same students for 240 minutes each day, so I have to have 240 minutes of new material ready for them every day. I do have a lot of speakers who come in and I also supervise some computer time, so it is not as bad as it sounds, but it is still more material to prepare than most teachers have. Then on Tuesday evening, I have another group for 180 minutes, and on Thursday evening, still another group for 180 minutes. Basically, I have to have 1560 minutes of new material ready each week! If you have ever taught, you know that that is a lot! My class alsp runs 12 months a year and does not take the usual school breaks.

    Besides working, I have to spend some time battling the tendency of my house to become unfit for human habitation, and I have family time to work in there. I am feeling the time crunch pretty badly and long for more free time, but I am digging myself out of a nice deep financial hole, so I am going to be doing this for at least a year. Meanwhile, please bear with me and I will be here in Xangaland as much as I can! And if you find someone who can create time, please let me know!

  • A couple of weeks ago, we went to the zoo with our son Andy, our daughter-in-law Jess and Jake the Giant Baby. We are fortunate to have two very nice zoos in the Twin Cities. The Como Park zoo in St. Paul is what I think of as a traditional zoo. The animals live in large cages or in relatively small outdoor exhibits and tend to be of the exotic variety, including giraffs and gorillas. The Como zoo is free and is set in a huge and very beautiful park, which makes it a lovely summer family outing.


     Our trip was to the Minnesota Zoo in Apple Valley. It is much larger and not free. Many of the animals there are species that can survive the Minnesota winters, so there are many very large outdoor exhibits. The animals are provided with as natural a setting as possible, with plenty of space to roam and ample opportunity to escape the eyes of zoo visitors, so walking the trails becomes a game of hide and seek sometimes and the zoo suggests coming back later if animals are not visible. If you have a sharp eye, you can see musk ox, caribou, moose, wolves, wild horses, Takins, and Siberian tigers. My favorites are the prairie dogs. This particular day we did not walk the trails, however, because it was quite cold and that would have required keeping Jake outside too long. We started our zoo tour with the tropical fish and the dolphin exhibit inside. Andy was taking pictures and managed to get this one of two of the dolphins as they jumped.


    Here is a phote of Jake and me as we watched the dolphin show. If I had known I was going to be photographed, I would have put on make-up.

    Here’s Jake on my husband’s lap. As you can see, Jake was paying close attention and enjoying the show.


    We did walk out onto the trail far enough to see the meerkats. They had been brought into a building for the winter, since their home in Africa is just a tad warmer than Minnesota in the winter.  During the summer, they are outside.


    Meerkats are funny creatures.  One of them is always on guard duty, standing upright on his rear legs and constantly scanning the area for danger.  If he spots anything suspicious, he alerts the rest of the colony.  As usual, the sentry was doing his job.  However, he did not seem to think it was a problem for my six foot four inch son to walk up to this little guy to snap a picture.  Meerkats have no natural fear of humans.  This is the second meerkat photo.  The first was a rather nice close-up if this little guy.  When he saw the flash, he came running right over and my son snapped this one of the little fellow literally looking into the camera lens.  Meanwhile, the guard continued to watch for shady characters and ignored us completely!


    On our way back from the meerkat exhibit, we stopped to see the snow monkeys.  They are another of my favorites and are able to endure our winters, so you see this charming chap seated on a branch capped with real snow.  I enjoy standing and watching these monkeys groom each other or watching the mothers cuddle their babies.  On this day, there was not much grooming going on.  Their main objective seemed to be keeping warm.



    The zoo has a large nocturnal exhibit which has several species of bats, skunks, owls, and other night prowlers.  The area is dark during the day so the animals are awake, then they turn lights on at night so they will sleep.  I like that area, particularly the fruit bats.  I think they are really cute.


    We had a great time at the zoo.  It’s a wonderful place for a family outing!