Out Calhan Way

When we first moved to Colorado, I used to bird at Ramah Reservoir fairly often. It was the closest place to see shorebirds, and the grove of cottonwoods attracted a variety of birds. But after a couple years, the reservoir ran dry and there didn’t seem much point in going. I’ve heard rumors that the state is planning on turning it into a range for recreational shooters, so there goes that.

Yesterday was rainy and I stayed home. Today I wanted to go somewhere, but I didn’t want to drive far. Birders found a Yell0w-billed Cuckoo at Ramah a week or so ago. It would be a first for the year and the state, so I decided to head that way.

I had the place to myself. (In fact, during the two or three hours I was there, I only saw one other person, a guy walking his dog along the road, and he was a long way off.) I saw a Mule Deer doe, and later, while walking through some tall grass, a fawn leaped up from right at my feet and gave me a huge startlement.

I wandered through the cottonwoods for about 20 minutes before I heard the cuckoo. I played it’s song once, and it immediately flew to a nearby tree and called repeatedly. Over the next 10 minutes, it flew to three other perches and kept calling. I imagine it was calling for a mate, but since it was way out of its normal range, its chances are slim. I actually felt bad for giving it false hope. For the next half hour, while I was in ear range, I continued to hear it calling from time to time. My experience with cuckoos is that they can be hard to find. But this one certainly wasn’t.

I took my time strolling back to my car, enjoying the cool morning air and the solitude. I heard and then saw, my first Colorado Dickcissel. He was a long way off — I’m surprised my photos turned out this well. I tried to get closer, but he flew a long way out into the prairie.

Cassin’s Kingbird

I spotted a Loggerhead Shrike in a bush with two almost-fully-grown young. Later, I parked my car near a fence post where it stopped on its repeated forays into the prairie for insects. It would land on the post for a minute or so, then fly just above the grass. When it reached its goal, it would fly up and flutter in one place like a dragonfly, then drop down into the grass. On a couple of occasions, it stopped on the fence on its way back to its young. Once it had what looked like a giant ant in its bill. Another time it had a small grasshopper-looking bug that it ate itself.

The day was young, the weather was beautiful, and I was in the mood for more adventure. I decided to stop off at Paint Mines park, where I haven’t been in a couple years. A lot of other people had the same idea. When I was here before, it occurred to me the place may not be around for long because of all the people scrambling on the formations. But now El Paso County has two people stationed there to answer questions and prevent people from destroying the place. I didn’t stay very long, just long enough to walk down into the canyon, take some photos, and hike back out.

In my opinion, the state has done a lot to ruin the place by allowing wind turbines in the surrounding prairie, greatly destroying the views.

I’m sticking this here because I don’t want to make it a separate post. On Saturday, I found this little butterfly at Mary Kyer Park in Colorado Springs. I’m pretty sure it’s a Banded Hairstreak, an eastern butterfly with a small population on the front range in Colorado.

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Abraham Lincoln Memorial Monument

We had a long drive across southern Wyoming to look forward to on Saturday. I looked for somewhere interesting to stop to break the trip. This was the best I could do. Some guy in Wyoming decided he wanted a statue of Lincoln on Abe’s 150th birthday. The best he could do was to connect it somehow to the Lincoln Highway, the first highway across the country, which passed somewhere close to here. The statue is just Lincoln’s head on top of a big pillar. It looks decidedly weird.

There’s a Lincoln Highway monument next to it.

We wandered about the rest stop for perhaps 15 minutes, but there really wasn’t much to see.

Signs in the travel center alerted us to another attraction down the road a bit. It’s a limber pine, known as “Lone Tree,” that seems to be growing out of a rock. It was first recorded in the 1860’s when the Union Pacific Railroad diverted their tracks rather than destroy it.

We didn’t even bother pulling off the interstate, but I took a photo as we blasted by at 80 mph.

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Idaho Potato Museum

It seemed like a serious omission to visit Idaho and not tour the Idaho Potato Museum. It meant driving an extra 50 miles round trip, but that seemed like a small price to pay. And after visiting the museum, I would recommend going to see it if you’re within 25 miles. But not much further.

It was, in short, a museum about the origins of the potato, types of potatoes, growing and harvesting potatoes, and cooking potatoes. The vessels on the upper right are in honor of the potato god.

The collection at lower left is potato mashers.

I found some false info in the museum. Having grown up in Des Plaines and eaten at the McDonald’s in question many times, I can state with complete certainty that it’s in Illinois and not in Iowa.

Here’s Colorado’s contribution to potato culture.

We stopped in the Potato Station Cafe and shared an order of French fries and a dish of huckleberry potato ice cream, which was good and tasted like … ice cream.

We took our time and read everything there was to read. It didn’t make my top 5 list of museums I’ve visited, but it’s probably in the top 100.

And since I brought it up. Here are the top 5 in no particular order.

National WW1 Museum and Memorial in Kansas City, Missouri

National Museum of the USAF in Dayton, Ohio

Auburn Cord Duesenberg Automobile Museum in Auburn, Indiana

Circus World Museum in Baraboo, Wisconsin

American Sign Museum in Cincinnati, Ohio

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Register Rock

As we headed east across Idaho on on I-86, we passed a sign for Register Rock. I’d never heard of it, but I knew we were on the route of the Oregon Trail and figured it probably had something to do with that. It was only 2 miles of the highway, so I made a quick decision to check it out.

It is, in fact, a large rock on which emigrants carved their names while camping on their way west. The rock is enclosed by a chain-link fence, no doubt because people from the 19th century carving their names in rock is history but people from the 21st century carving their names in rock is vandalism. (How do we know that people 200 years from now wouldn’t be fascinated by my name carved in a rock?)

We found several names from the middle to late 1800’s, admired them duly, and were back on the highway within 15 minutes of when we’d gotten off.

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Twin Falls Waterfalls

The Snake River runs just north of Twin Falls, Idaho. We were beginning our long drive home on this day, but we wanted to see some falls. There were many to choose from, but we settled on two. The first was Perrine Coulee Falls, a 200-foot tall stream of water that plunges into the canyon near the Perrine Bridge. We drove over the bridge (and saw the falls) on our way into the city on Thursday evening.

The canyon here is wide and filled with a golf course.

I walked behind the falls and only got a little damp.

We then drove five miles or so to Shoshone Falls. We had to pay $5 (I think) to get into the park, and I’m torn about whether it was worth it. The falls is billed as “The Niagara of the West,” but most of the flow was diverted to water potato crops. What was left wasn’t very impressive. When it’s not turned off, the falls fills the entire gorge.

During the remainder of our time in Idaho, we saw many fields being watered. We made a joke of pointing and saying, “There’s the rest of Shoshone Falls.” I guess French fries trump scenery, but I was disappointed. My wife and I both thought the view to the west down the gorge was more impressive.

It was somewhere at the far end of these photos, or just around that bend, that Evil Knievel made his famous “attempt” to jump the canyon on a motorcycle and failed miserably. We could have hiked a couple miles to see his ramp, but it was hot and … the whole thing is stupid.

We hung around a while to get our money’s worth. A Canyon Wren kept hopping up on the rocks and singing. I tried to get a close-up video of him singing and then pan away to get the canyon, but he was too quick. I did manage some photos. At the end of the video below, there’s a brief clip of water dripping off a cliff near Perrine Coulee Falls. In the background, you can hear a Canyon Wren singing.

A Northern Rough-winged Swallow posed nicely for us too.

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