2020 Condo Week 2.0: Nearing the End

This is part five of the posts for this year's Condo Trip. You really should read them in order. Here's a link to take you to Part One; then click on "Newer Post" at the bottom left when you get to the end.

The weather on Tuesday was perfect for a day spent indoors. This was fine, as we had planned to spend the morning at the National Museum of Wildlife Art, a little way north of town. We got there just after opening at 10AM on a cool, rainy day. I did not melt, nor did I clump. I only got a little wet on the walk from the car to the entry.

The museum started off some years ago as a collection of landscapes featuring local scenes and fauna. As it grew, its ambit grew to include all of North America, then all fauna everywhere. I'll let you speculate as to why this happened.

Outside the museum are a number of monumental bronzes: buffalo, of course, and elk, and other local critters, all quite beautifully done. Inside are more bronzes, but also a good-sized collection of paintings, mostly of mountain creatures but including big game from Africa, Europe and Asia. For me, though, the main draw was the landscapes. A moose statue is nice but it's nothing compared to the real thing; a painting of beautiful scenery, on the other hand, is almost as good as the actual thing. A painting of antelope on the scrub of southern Wyoming takes me back, not because of the antelope but because of the scenery. Elk in snow before a range of mountains does the same thing, again not because of the elk but because of the mountains. It's places I remember.

(On East Gros Ventre Butte, which looms over Jackson from the front of our condo, there is a single tree growing near the top, away from all the other trees, and situated exactly on the crest so that it stands against the horizon. I found myself staring at that one tree and thinking about a single tree similarly situated on a rise in Kenya

Kenya, evoked daily

; I had taken a picture of it that, to me, evokes the isolation of that bit of the world: there is the tree, and nothing else. You can slap as many animals down in front of it as you like, but it's the tree that takes me back to that time and place.)

I decided to cook that night -- one can only do takeout so often -- so we went to the supermarket and bought ingredients for conchiglie in salsa russo, and since we were there we also bought bread and cheese and had cheese sandwiches for lunch. After we got back to the condo I realized I'd forgotten an indispensable ingredient, tomato sauce, so I walked over to the fru-fru little market a block over for an 8-ounce can. It would've almost been cheaper to take an Uber back to Albertson's; I couldn't believe what they charge: $1.99 for a little can of sauce that's no better than what I can get back home for 34 cents. Well, at least it gives me something to bitch about.

Sherry knitted the evening away and we once again watched some old movies on TV (The Apartment, and something else I don't remember). This being the Year of the Pandemic, I guess I can't mind too much spending so much of our trip indoors like that, but I hope it isn't going to feature on future condo weeks. It'd hardly be worth leaving home; after all, we get all those same channels and more on our own televisions.

Cache Creek

On Wednesday we took a walk across town, then up into Bridger-Teton National Forest, up one side of Cache Creek and back down on the other. It was cool and dry, and we got started really early, when the fog was still in the valleys around us. There were very few people about until the very end of the hike, when we started to encounter a number of people on mountain bikes. 

After our first hike last week, up the side of Snow King Mountain, I felt like I'd stepped hard on a sharp rock with my left foot. It bothered me that day but was fine the next day. Then when we hiked up Cascade Canyon, I made it a point to wear hiking boots instead of tennis shoes. When I put the boots on I felt much better in them, so I figured it was just because the soles of my sneakers are pretty soft, compared to the boots, and the boots' insoles are much thicker. Still, after the hike my left foot kind of hurt again. I didn't think much of it. But yesterday, after hiking across Jackson and up the creek and back down, when we reached about six miles I just couldn't go any farther. Sherry walked the last 2 miles back to the condo and got the car to come pick me up. When I got home and took my boots off ... Oh. My. God. I could not walk at all. It feels like I have a stress fracture in my left heel. (That's just a guess; I can't think of what else it could be.) This morning when we were loading the car I put my shoes on, and found that I could at least walk with a limp. I have an appointment with the podiatrist Monday. Meanwhile, I'm afraid to take off my shoes.

Carly & Aspen
we still can't tell them apart

Today, Thursday, we got an early start leaving Jackson, and reached Golden to pick up Carly around 5pm. Now we're in a hotel just south of Denver. Tomorrow we'll get off the main roads and go through the two remaining unvisited counties of Colorado, then drive across New Mexico towards home. I figure we'll be there by Saturday night, but maybe not. We'll see. Not going to rush it.

Here, once again, is a link to the picture album for this trip.

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2020 Condo Week 2.0: Two Good Days

This is part four of the posts for this year's Condo Trip. You really should read them in order. Here's a link to take you to Part One; then click on "Newer Post" at the bottom left when you get to the end.

Yesterday, Sunday, was a day of rest. We had leftover pizza for breakfast (the true breakfast of champions). It was the last day of the English Premier League season, and there were 10 matches being played all at the same time. We had a choice of four shown on channels available to us in this condo, plus five on my cellphone, on a new NBC service called Peacock. One match was on a channel we couldn't get.

But we got to watch the matches that mattered the most to us. Since Liverpool had already won the title, and their opponent, Newcastle United, had nothing at stake, we didn't watch that. (Well, I did watch the first minute on my phone, just enough to see Newcastle score the fastest goal it's ever scored in a Premier League match (but Liverpool won, 3:1)); but then we switched to the TV, and watched (mostly) Chelsea beat Wolverhampton, 2:0, largely thanks to our favourite player, American sensation Christian Pulisic.

Christian Pulisic

We also flipped over to the Leicester City -- Manchester United match, but Leicester was in poor form and the result there wasn't really in much doubt. These two matches pretty much settled the question of who would play Champions League football next season. (Wolverhamption is still in the Europa League, and if they win that competition -- slight chance -- they they also will be in the Champions League.)

As soon as the English soccer was done, we found the final of the National Women's Soccer League tournament on TV, and watched the Houston Dash, which I guess is "our" team, win over the Chicago Red Stars in a very good match. So, Yay!

Then we took our dirty clothes for a walk down to a laundromat about a mile away and washed them. Sherry wasn't hungry; she sat in the laundromat and knitted, while I went next door for lunch. The Chinese restaurant was closed so I forced myself to go to the Mexican restaurant in the same strip-center. At least I got to use the remnants of Spanish that I retain. And it wasn't bad, although they got my order slightly wrong. (Flour tortilla instead of corn.)

We lazed around the apartment the rest of the day, watching old movies on TV. That evening we went over to the supermarket and picked up food for today's breakfast, and while we were there we got a chicken pot pie that we split for Sunday dinner. It was enough.

This morning we loaded our car up and were out the door early; we stopped for coffee and drove up to the Park, and had a nice breakfast picnic of sourdough bread, Gouda cheese, grapes and coffee, then drove on to Jenny Lake, where we took the shuttle-boat across and hiked up to Hidden Falls, which was very pretty. We continued up the steep trail to

Hidden Falls

Inspiration Point, which was also very pretty though not so much as the name would imply. We had intended to turn back at that point, but the guy at the boat dock had said that after Inspiration Point, the path levelled out a lot and continued up Cascade Canyon to a junction with another trail about four miles further on. We had time, and no heart attacks, so we went on for at least a couple of miles, to a meadow where people had reported seeing moose. We didn't see any, and after watching the meadow for maybe 20 minutes we started back. The whole hike ended up being about 5 miles, which is a lot for me, especially at these altitudes.

That was, basically, the whole day. When we got back to town, we walked over to the Town Square and did a little shopping, and found a cafe for a light lunch (I had Cajun Eggs Benedict: eggs and boudin on toasted slices of French bread, topped with a good hollandaise and some interesting hash-brown-like potato accompaniment). Came back to the apartment and vegged out for the rest of the day.

Here, once again, is a link to the picture album for this trip.

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