tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76591479260675664162024-03-05T19:02:43.421-07:00home is where your skis issteven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-57611684779196693282014-03-13T20:49:00.000-06:002014-03-20T21:19:20.217-06:00Small Wonder<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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It's the small things that count. Day to day.<br />
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steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-62857272373266980612014-01-27T18:36:00.000-07:002014-03-20T21:22:35.568-06:00The Hills of Idaho<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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If you don't listen closely it sounds like 'Idaho.' And with place names like Plymouth and Cascade, and words like "westward," you could easily pass it for "Hills of Idaho." The Bay of Biscay gives it away, as does references to sailors. It's worth a good hum, though, and it's still a nice place to land.<br />
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steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-91150999549125153892014-01-02T21:00:00.000-07:002014-01-02T21:01:21.778-07:00<script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.extension.fm/exfm.js?"></script><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
I will be back.<br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-91823188362236986882013-08-16T08:42:00.001-06:002014-01-02T20:58:17.135-07:00The Sound of Sight 39 or, What the Water Wants Is Hurricanes<script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.extension.fm/exfm.js?"></script><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-13844615123478384462013-07-26T08:48:00.001-06:002014-01-02T20:57:48.690-07:00The Sound of Sight 38<script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.extension.fm/exfm.js?"></script><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-14381571929275096482013-07-19T13:33:00.000-06:002014-01-02T20:57:07.579-07:00Nothing Gold Can Stay<script src="http://static.extension.fm/exfm.js?" type="text/javascript"></script><br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTY4MF9xQXBYNV8wYThk/06%20I%27ll%20Come%20Running.mp3">Brian Eno: I'll Come Running</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Another Green World</span>, 1975<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTcyNF9ub0FYSF8zZWU4/Le%20temps%20de%20l%27amour.mp3">Françoise Hardy: Le temps de l'amour</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">The Yeh-Yeh Girl from Paris!</span>, 1965<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTc3MF9YR3I5SF9hYWJk/Girl%20Don%27t%20Tell%20Me.mp3">The Beach Boys: Girl Don't Tell Me</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Summer Days</span>, 1965<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTgxMF9DQ3VCRV8wNmM0/Baby,%20You%27ve%20Been%20on%20My%20Mind.mp3">Linda Ronstadt: Baby, You've Been on My Mind</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Hand Sown ... Home Grown</span>, 1969<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTg3N19nZ3FaNl8yNmNj/If%20I%20Were%20a%20Carpenter.mp3">Johnny & June Cash: If I Were a Carpenter</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Hello, I'm Johnny Cash</span>, 1969<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTkxOF81dm9SYl8wNDlh/01%20Pearly%20Dew.mp3">Lena Hughes: Pearly Dew</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Queen of the Flat Top Guitar</span>, early 1960s<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU0OTk5NF9mSXhzMl82OWQ1/11%20Tiniest%20Seed.mp3">Angel Olsen: Tiniest Seed</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Half Way Home</span>, 2012<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDI3OV9nNVBEcl9iOGNm/05%20Mountain%20Song.mp3">The Instruments: Mountain Song</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Dark Småland</span>, 2008<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDM5NV9hdXd1a19mNTll/06%20Contact%20Lunacy.mp3">Sleeping States: Contact Lunacy</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">There the Open Spaces</span>, 2007<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDQ2NV9tSUpGeF8yMTA1/14%20I%27m%20Alive.mp3">Peter Howe: I'm Alive</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Morning of the Earth OST</span>, 1971<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDQ5NV9ZNXBWQl83NWY0/13%20Mushroom%20Clouds.mp3">Love: Mushroom Clouds</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Love</span>, 1966<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDU1MF8zT21FMl8wMTU1/Idle%20I%27m%20(Colorama%20Coloured%20in%20Remix.mp3">John Stammers: <br />
Idle I'm (Colorama Coloured in Remix)</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Remix 7"</span>, 2011<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDU4Nl9qdjdvdl84ZWE4/Open%20the%20Door%20Softly.mp3">Archie Fisher: Open the Door Softly</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Archie Fisher</span>, 1968<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MDk2M180cng4Q19lZDI0/Thibault%20et%20l%27arbre%20d%27or.mp3">Emmanuelle Parrenin: Thibault et l'arbre d'or</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Maison Rose</span>, 1977<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTE4OV9qTkxLaF8wZjg5/Cloudbusting.mp3">Kate Bush: Cloudbusting</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Hounds of Love</span>, 1985<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTMwNV9WWHVObF8xMGYx/A%20Summer%20Long%20Since%20Passed.mp3">Virginia Astley: A Summer Long Since Passed</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Hope in a Darkened Heart</span>, 1986<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTQyMl9nQUJUcF9mZDYx/Bushel%20Hyde.mp3">Jessica Pratt: Bushel Hyde</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Jessica Pratt</span>, 2012<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTYwNl9ibExReV9mODZj/03%20No%20One%20Word.mp3">Vetiver: No One Word</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">To Find Me Gone</span>, 2006<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTczN18yV21DVF84ZTQw/04%20Never%20Anyone%20But%20You.mp3">The Clientele: Never Anyone But You</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Bonfires on the Heath</span>, 2009<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTgxMV9uWTdkTl84YWRl/06%20Paris%201919.mp3">John Cale: Paris 1919</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Paris 1919</span>, 1973<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU1MTkyOF94TzhuZV9mZjU4/01%20Walk%20Away.mp3">Thalia Zedek Band: Walk Away</a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Via</span>, 2013<br />
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<a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18yMTU4OTk1Nl9qMGdqOV81ZDgw/Nothing%20Gold%20Can%20Stay2.mp3">Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay</s></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
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For the faithful I might update the list with albums and dates but for now the music itself will fill all the holes.<br />
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Thanks to <a href="http://playitasitlathes.com/">play it as it lathes</a> for some bits of needed inspiration.<br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-85590654116767916612013-07-01T17:10:00.000-06:002013-08-25T13:51:00.811-06:00Looking at the World Through a Windshield<script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.extension.fm/exfm.js?"></script><br />
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Spring vanished into a blur of road trips and job applications. And now it's summer. And now the temperature approaches 100 degrees.<br />
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The end of April meant moving big black beasts to spring pasture on the desert. Two trucks and two trailers with the capacity to hold about twelve steers each; about 500 steers to move; and a total round-trip time from corral to desert of about 1.5 hours. You do the math.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxcCI5dJsvDrmI4e8cVBdx11XIjBT8LUDv-8OQwvo_jf8jlYetI9B5ln3aYUD_OVbBHuy0vCQWFk49GHtGiT_A1U3RsjQR1pDbm6BtdwBDNA3nnqnRzi8ZCWQxBKIyNUiJpPxg8MzEDQc/s1600/011.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxcCI5dJsvDrmI4e8cVBdx11XIjBT8LUDv-8OQwvo_jf8jlYetI9B5ln3aYUD_OVbBHuy0vCQWFk49GHtGiT_A1U3RsjQR1pDbm6BtdwBDNA3nnqnRzi8ZCWQxBKIyNUiJpPxg8MzEDQc/s400/011.JPG" /></a> </div>The tail end of the storm and the tail end of the Pioneer Mountains.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KFE5I7nSogV-OXOfOXwMRIngdD8Pfl0d-lO7YBL-IMhImUZjn15nwuHtRywls1mVHM2knj18uv9R35V4VitkIrlvyJotnaSvOchXjGYN8eUrhgstWqA11ZsnUUxNVmMsgUR_ze_KB3cp/s1600/017.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KFE5I7nSogV-OXOfOXwMRIngdD8Pfl0d-lO7YBL-IMhImUZjn15nwuHtRywls1mVHM2knj18uv9R35V4VitkIrlvyJotnaSvOchXjGYN8eUrhgstWqA11ZsnUUxNVmMsgUR_ze_KB3cp/s400/017.JPG" /></a> </div>Next it was off to Wyoming, Laramie specifically, via small roads and smaller towns.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18xOTMwNzU1OF81QTRyZV8yZDY5/Diesel%20Smoke%20(Dangerous%20Curves).mp3"><s>Doye O'Dell: Diesel Smoke (Dangerous Curves)</s></a></span></div><br />
The mighty Snake River poised to experience spring runoff from the mighty Tetons.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gD9zWXM-WnUC9dN9peeoiFrf28WpaeD452Opusk1DuvLF7rzDhPeTMsQCtZKlLfkXxPQjRmQNdIcHMzSkEj1_DPzl1KphyYL4VN9cEDVSR9oGIhY1v3VX_ffc63gTyHROlNEN0tXel2k/s1600/001.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gD9zWXM-WnUC9dN9peeoiFrf28WpaeD452Opusk1DuvLF7rzDhPeTMsQCtZKlLfkXxPQjRmQNdIcHMzSkEj1_DPzl1KphyYL4VN9cEDVSR9oGIhY1v3VX_ffc63gTyHROlNEN0tXel2k/s400/001.JPG" /></a> </div>The Gros Ventre Range from too afar.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJMwcwI8cWJINSpT79Aq81G6IN36aayVfVp1_ePXaP0Jb27SpT0I4lMnmZcn_K38gaCy949PCydAN-rDp7O1_GJNYNThr6kCwDYE_TnaewG4OukzgNGkp302aBSKOMEpRfpCZR4JDZlyg/s1600/002.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJMwcwI8cWJINSpT79Aq81G6IN36aayVfVp1_ePXaP0Jb27SpT0I4lMnmZcn_K38gaCy949PCydAN-rDp7O1_GJNYNThr6kCwDYE_TnaewG4OukzgNGkp302aBSKOMEpRfpCZR4JDZlyg/s400/002.JPG" /></a> </div>The Wind River Range and Wyoming's highest peak, Gannett (13,809 ft).<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeqvQlqkOrZix_6AEFsh6juuKWq_GzwHqS1v6YFNe4s5vr3vVV_catgbWnRGFgF0jJdsqTbmrkH_A2TFx7k2_W_4V_PUsiEWwvrRdauq2P5Y9IaC-PGekcEM-zP4HT65fY2P0Zr7pJJWD/s1600/006.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeqvQlqkOrZix_6AEFsh6juuKWq_GzwHqS1v6YFNe4s5vr3vVV_catgbWnRGFgF0jJdsqTbmrkH_A2TFx7k2_W_4V_PUsiEWwvrRdauq2P5Y9IaC-PGekcEM-zP4HT65fY2P0Zr7pJJWD/s400/006.JPG" /></a> </div>What to do in Pinedale.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hU-jMMbcOIGecneWOZWnRk7ffh-bkBmmHPHumeuXxmhSAWqxciFJ8V7nCX6n5qrFM3uj0KF3DbNSbTYFLAAxnT2vjL7NyxoBstPp0yKkxZKWNSL1en2U8vfKBRyZnwELcGcZ4ifj4IRH/s1600/008.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hU-jMMbcOIGecneWOZWnRk7ffh-bkBmmHPHumeuXxmhSAWqxciFJ8V7nCX6n5qrFM3uj0KF3DbNSbTYFLAAxnT2vjL7NyxoBstPp0yKkxZKWNSL1en2U8vfKBRyZnwELcGcZ4ifj4IRH/s400/008.JPG" /></a> </div>Because in America the views from your car aren't always as preferred as the views on your car.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgup6l4qamPCiErcYYUTUMUuOPBqfBxacHrm3RBAvSESX8Uh3tpnbdKVz1S-nnV5t3KF0Q-3vT-zn8s8BIGODNNWgTljHMHo9ASgyhmUgGiNFriQ0xHK4RXvKD0daI-CPUj0VV3oZmLKevD/s1600/009.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgup6l4qamPCiErcYYUTUMUuOPBqfBxacHrm3RBAvSESX8Uh3tpnbdKVz1S-nnV5t3KF0Q-3vT-zn8s8BIGODNNWgTljHMHo9ASgyhmUgGiNFriQ0xHK4RXvKD0daI-CPUj0VV3oZmLKevD/s400/009.JPG" /></a> </div>There is one thing they do have in Wyoming.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCe-WTT64auaI7a4dl4zdHCLvbHnDm_ByQ9RxY_3BUOUe9N41aFNCTdYp0meDGqJm6RIVAoPD8VxC55an9SishFGvNrI1u6HcBn8FwAPcR9iZjD4WXz3_PaV30fMtpykGh1Bop9-ISdCIJ/s1600/011.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCe-WTT64auaI7a4dl4zdHCLvbHnDm_ByQ9RxY_3BUOUe9N41aFNCTdYp0meDGqJm6RIVAoPD8VxC55an9SishFGvNrI1u6HcBn8FwAPcR9iZjD4WXz3_PaV30fMtpykGh1Bop9-ISdCIJ/s400/011.JPG" /></a> </div>Stayed in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginian_Hotel_(Medicine_Bow,_Wyoming)">famous</a> Virginian Hotel in the not-so-famous, one-horse town of Medicine Bow and had my first whisky in many, many years. When in Wyoming...<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSSjqfuZddJfx1raNrDBxSrfYhyphenhyphenLkqJC3O9nhZIw1cc-CdfaCBU8RkVQmPEBFv8XtjdNUVKyEAVdQJHO1pC1zoBvA-SkRricKcMRFSkqJjqfvgEI2TtQ0-d20IAWlEwJ69GIykgL5ClMc/s1600/016.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKSSjqfuZddJfx1raNrDBxSrfYhyphenhyphenLkqJC3O9nhZIw1cc-CdfaCBU8RkVQmPEBFv8XtjdNUVKyEAVdQJHO1pC1zoBvA-SkRricKcMRFSkqJjqfvgEI2TtQ0-d20IAWlEwJ69GIykgL5ClMc/s400/016.JPG" /></a> </div>The only thing that inhibits a Wyoming view are the requisite windbreaks in front of your Wyoming home.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5z1vxMQKIcLWu33DgImunCKF7jN3oYrn25JuG-dkXyZnnOpS68z86KnLfLJ3WhQ6QUIZiCYgRc6V4_7twIW9PR38IisZfbeG8qnf4KOtY8fa9ADmb-MRbc69QtIGqD1_NI55LeU_g3IO/s1600/017.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5z1vxMQKIcLWu33DgImunCKF7jN3oYrn25JuG-dkXyZnnOpS68z86KnLfLJ3WhQ6QUIZiCYgRc6V4_7twIW9PR38IisZfbeG8qnf4KOtY8fa9ADmb-MRbc69QtIGqD1_NI55LeU_g3IO/s400/017.JPG" /></a> </div>Snowy Range Ski Area in the Snowy Range of the Medicine Bow Mountains.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittYcbTl2-SKV8dW0rzE3tsD3XZDYFx3Fz3sFmMV_xTjKQuEjcCjhUnAxf_xNvVM1ACMBLCb2bCmxLLfFJhpPEHi82oMfP97tzFxqBaf5_8V0glVdz9Iu0ch9_50OPWrD9PX5PK9Y8W491/s1600/020.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittYcbTl2-SKV8dW0rzE3tsD3XZDYFx3Fz3sFmMV_xTjKQuEjcCjhUnAxf_xNvVM1ACMBLCb2bCmxLLfFJhpPEHi82oMfP97tzFxqBaf5_8V0glVdz9Iu0ch9_50OPWrD9PX5PK9Y8W491/s400/020.JPG" /></a> </div>Sinclair, Wyoming. Which came first: the oil refinery or the town?<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4hcHn5TldVKaOeqQCxW0F5p50nztu3p7a_4VrY8Vxjit1SZ7-b2EmZG4yHJp8U7uGchTOFYCp4gx2tA-3qKp7fVrT6M_QmQIdcMYUjFhyphenhyphen0-vSMJgKpE8wp-nYf30NyGPkVGSBptxd1gm/s1600/021.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4hcHn5TldVKaOeqQCxW0F5p50nztu3p7a_4VrY8Vxjit1SZ7-b2EmZG4yHJp8U7uGchTOFYCp4gx2tA-3qKp7fVrT6M_QmQIdcMYUjFhyphenhyphen0-vSMJgKpE8wp-nYf30NyGPkVGSBptxd1gm/s400/021.JPG" /></a> </div>Back in Idaho.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74o5QRNyfOVIKtxTs05dAaSZZfxhuUvBoZ30O3CEhNpUQJ4c2XzQ7_N1X3AL414NlOz-KreE4yylDFlz-pRH-l4vWjvg0xZAWV_shrPEAh64Pagdo1y3OauozJJ_wxP6MUDthgBfwDI0V/s1600/027.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74o5QRNyfOVIKtxTs05dAaSZZfxhuUvBoZ30O3CEhNpUQJ4c2XzQ7_N1X3AL414NlOz-KreE4yylDFlz-pRH-l4vWjvg0xZAWV_shrPEAh64Pagdo1y3OauozJJ_wxP6MUDthgBfwDI0V/s400/027.JPG" /></a> </div>A few short days after my return I headed west bound for Elko. Six days on the road and I ain't gonna make it home tonight.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18xOTMwNzAwNl9oTThHMl8wMjkz/My%20Big%20Truck%20Drivin'%20Man.mp3"><s>Kitty Wells: My Big Truck Drivin' Man</s></a></span></div><br />
The Spanbauer rock barn and dance hall just outside of Twin Falls. It's for sale.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmJcoLpWFiGVOl333oBAkZet7VagJTTljzRsvLDnz38CAbAW2ZMqEN9UzL4g1fEsInsTgiapjl-l0Y-5NU3jkXoEevIjKBW-ec0v98xRFrTO31vz2BgUlg_32SYwAXzakWG4uK9zIEeuV/s1600/004.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmJcoLpWFiGVOl333oBAkZet7VagJTTljzRsvLDnz38CAbAW2ZMqEN9UzL4g1fEsInsTgiapjl-l0Y-5NU3jkXoEevIjKBW-ec0v98xRFrTO31vz2BgUlg_32SYwAXzakWG4uK9zIEeuV/s400/004.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFggYk-4xrIC8Caoqw8SXHrRXi9xEinMv55F9avOnPEUYxr3NNURHFPqD67oTt5KgUJJc7r-8k_G53ou-ENaaTWoC0mvlHXU8OppoYta8RS51XvoiNlMFily2Qk7XZQFBziGFBcSOlMSJy/s1600/006.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFggYk-4xrIC8Caoqw8SXHrRXi9xEinMv55F9avOnPEUYxr3NNURHFPqD67oTt5KgUJJc7r-8k_G53ou-ENaaTWoC0mvlHXU8OppoYta8RS51XvoiNlMFily2Qk7XZQFBziGFBcSOlMSJy/s400/006.JPG" /></a> </div>Approaching the East Humbolts.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSf9GzpaKxctbdiEzpKH8FwMhC3WJQepPiWufoo4sJIlJ0-kz1A3tk_YnLuWmpTV7jU64TyO8tX8F3Z36dc6kiGw5-Xysv2WgBsJdvw3Ip7Jh9-p1uVW4wp2m5c5XFsrV5Y_ubKFbGAL3/s1600/007.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSf9GzpaKxctbdiEzpKH8FwMhC3WJQepPiWufoo4sJIlJ0-kz1A3tk_YnLuWmpTV7jU64TyO8tX8F3Z36dc6kiGw5-Xysv2WgBsJdvw3Ip7Jh9-p1uVW4wp2m5c5XFsrV5Y_ubKFbGAL3/s400/007.JPG" /></a> </div>The East Humbolt Range south of Wells and underneath Angel Lake.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbkihiDNo3A1Y-wSO1_22pTCmUWb0AAlPnqufEkIS4Mc3XD1Gjqs4wmsDEvw5vMqFrVer90ARmju9MFaYgw_ExhnxU5DdHp_7bdOVLDnxVWih0SP-xBlVGZyFOWpmoWgiQC534NTAue_W/s1600/008.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbkihiDNo3A1Y-wSO1_22pTCmUWb0AAlPnqufEkIS4Mc3XD1Gjqs4wmsDEvw5vMqFrVer90ARmju9MFaYgw_ExhnxU5DdHp_7bdOVLDnxVWih0SP-xBlVGZyFOWpmoWgiQC534NTAue_W/s400/008.JPG" /></a> </div>Back to Idaho and then north. A week with the little man above Cascade.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N18xOTMwNzA2Nl9LOUlwTl9mZDBi/Truck%20Drivin'%20Man.mp3"><s>Terry Fell: Truck Drivin' Man</s></a></span></div><br />
Leaving the Soldiers behind again.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">RIP Scott Miller<br />
(04 April 1960 – 15 April 2013)</div><br />
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There are those who crumble empires with their music (see George Jones). Then there are others who with a simple chord change, hook, and melody make the heart flutter and quietly skip a beat. Scott Miller was in the latter camp and sometimes the last flutter of a butterfly's wings can change the direction of tides and cause rivers to run backwards. <br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-46127457345003793792013-05-01T09:47:00.001-06:002013-06-22T08:50:05.133-06:00Tarnished Angel<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-67951576839976586272013-04-08T14:57:00.000-06:002013-06-22T08:46:50.252-06:00No Time No Blog<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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Been busy. Trying to reestablish oneself in a new geography means shooting a lot of arrows straight into the sky and holding your breath to see which one hits something. So while waiting for arrows to reenter the atmosphere I've also been trying to maintain a semblance of myself. <br />
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Music. There is always music. In moving vehicles, in headphones, from a computer, from a portable radio, in my head. Sadly, not from a proper stereo yet. Among the many faves is <a href="http://www.aquariumdrunkard.com/2013/02/28/broadcast-black-session-la-maison-de-la-radio-paris-france-2/">this</a> set from the wonderfully otherworldly Broadcast (RIP). It's a live "Black Session" from the Parisian radio station France Inter recorded in May 2000 and featuring the original band members supporting their first album <i>The Noise Made By People</i>. Incroyable et trop cool. <br />
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Friends. Friends are important during busy times. Hazel needed a friend and I suppose I did too. So we brought one home. Then we lost her even before we could become good friends. Fuck.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjQ2ypBVAu4hvTIGC559Fl4q7SlvCH85HnI8Wjwboj8ryXJY5WrBg9GywkHGxz21T-SP29OfNVgxhGTD53P4xe4f1QXxH_Rl4CfVE2Y_iP0CVQ7f2hHAW21TKP7vaTXalgRAhDKnYjA_C/s1600/004.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjQ2ypBVAu4hvTIGC559Fl4q7SlvCH85HnI8Wjwboj8ryXJY5WrBg9GywkHGxz21T-SP29OfNVgxhGTD53P4xe4f1QXxH_Rl4CfVE2Y_iP0CVQ7f2hHAW21TKP7vaTXalgRAhDKnYjA_C/s400/004.JPG" /></a> </span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Books. Living the somewhat solitary life, there have been plenty of books blowing through these hollow walls. Sad to say, other than the hundredth or so re-read of Tom Spanbauer's <i>The Man Who Fell in Love With the Moon</i>--mostly because I am back in Idaho and close to Craters of the Moon, and so is the book--very little has struck a chord. A few to mention:<br />
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Richard Francaviglia, <i>Believing in Place: A Spiritual Geography of the Great Basin</i>. I was hopeful but this 250 page book took me about three months to read. He even quotes a folklorist or two and uses some theoretical ideas steeped in folklore study but good-god-a-mighty the whole thing read like someone's PhD dissertation. No wonder no one reads those things.<br />
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Annie Proulx, <i>Close Range: Wyoming Stories</i>. For someone who is neither a Westerner nor a man, it's not bad. Seems like she wants us to believe she's both, though. Some stories are even worth reading again, though I haven't. Her use of Western dialect and inclusion of every tedious ranching work related detail becomes gratuitous and over the top soon enough. I mean, yeah, there are people out here named Leeland and Leecil, but not everyone. And some of those people even speak in complete and grammatically correct sentences. Overall, to me, it seems a good book for NPR loving Easterners who still marvel at black bears sorting through trash cans in Yellowstone.<br />
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Diane Josephy Peavey, <i>Bitterbrush Country</i>. Hmm. A book of very short, one to two page, pieces, many of which were read over the radio on, you guessed it, Boise's NPR affiliate station. Speaking of Connecticut Yankees in King Arthur's Court, if she had only run on that theme more often the book would have been interesting. It's when she tries to do what Annie Proulx beats you over the head with that you question whether or not you're living that NPR nightmare. And she's a nice person, and so is her husband, and they live just up the road from me.<br />
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Barry Lopez, <i>About This Life: Journeys on the Threshold of Memory</i>. The pieces I could finish were fantastic, the rest, well, I couldn't finish. Barry Lopez is a beautiful writer, that's for sure, and reading him makes you feel small and insignificant and sometimes, I think, that's good. But there is an 11 page story about his hands and, I'm sorry, that's just not acceptable and it makes me feel that Barry might be a little too aware of himself as a wonderful writer.<br />
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Wallace Stegner, <i>Crossing to Safety</i>. Still working on it. It's okay. For someone with a reputation as one of the preeminent Western writers this novel is about two couples wiggling their way around East Coast academic issues like not getting tenure and spending summers on tranquil lakes in Vermont. There are some nice bits and bobs, though (as they say in East Coast academic circles, don't they?). Like this:<br />
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<i>What he'd probably like best of all would be to move up here the year around and write poems and dig in the local history and folklore and jot down in his journal when the Jack-in-the-pulpit and Calypso orchids come out, and how the crows get through the winter.</i><br />
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Yeah, me too. And especially this:<br />
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<i>You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.</i><br />
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On the other hand, between <a href="http://www.sunvalleygrassfedbeef.com/">Sun Valley Grass Fed Beef</a> and coddled 4-H steers I've been inundated with some of the best beef in the galaxy. That and the fact that Idaho rivers are legendary for the things that swim in them.<br />
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On occasion, though, usually at unpredictable times—say, driving a load of shingles to a landfill on a back road in a completely non-legal, ancient dump truck with an engine so loud you can't hear yourself think—that you might look up into the sky or across the sagebrush fields and disappear into a thought sublime and crystal clear. A hawk might bank itself into the thought or a series of delicate cloud patterns might focus themselves in your vision. Whatever happens, the effect is to jar you out of both a state of hard-driving purpose and a momentary lapse of attention. Between those two states is a perfect place, somewhere not quite real but a product of a very busy day-to-day existence. Within those rare moments of perfection I understand the victory of a Red-tailed Hawk and I know that in that moment there is no greater accomplishment than completing a given task.<br />
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As someone who is particularly attached to giant mounds of earth nestled under frozen water it's hard to see their white spires every day off in the distance and know that I won't be able to visit them. It's equally difficult not knowing how one winter will evolve into a spring and then a summer and what all that will bring. It's hard when you know you have something to accomplish but you're not quite sure where to excavate the foundation. The uncertainties are often exciting, too, and encourage creativity, like climbing to the top of a familiar peak only to find your favorite couloir decimated by an avalanche. What to do now? Ten years ago, while I bemoaned the fact that I was spending a snowless winter in Mexico, a wise person said to me, "Don't worry, Steven, those mountains will still be there when you return." And he was right.<br />
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Oh, it's spring alright. Other than a series of stupidly cold and subsequently dry weeks in January I'm not totally sure when and if winter ever started. In addition to a sprinkle here and there that was immediately blown into oblivion, what remains is still the same three feet of snow that dropped sometime late December and early January. That's okay; this is what you might call a "transitional period" in every sense and context imaginable. Just imagine.<br />
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Imagine digging your truck out after collapsing through a wind-buffed crust and spinning on ice on a dirt road on which you never should have considered driving. Imagine immaculate silence once you soaked your clothing and parked the truck safely and turned off the engine. Imagine bending a corner and scaring ancient gangly desert moose from their Quaking Aspen hiding. Imagine wandering into a snowy high desert landscape with nowhere to go. Imagine another day in the sun and the post-winter non-winter blues fade as quick as they come.<br />
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Goal #1: Find snow. Obvious maybe but in this year of winds blowing cold and fast and non-stop straight down from the top of the planet it is better to leave nothing assumed. Anyway, lava rock makes for good hiking.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EkbZSnCdTxjMkZNRLX31qnAVfvG05rMlBq47j5tfmeRteqYQm44ubYjuJ2-Cr6V1uCNdTAOCzDXIEucsiNt87AfEXeKXb5lCJTGGuucJo-GaqXV0ZowbvXsnep2GxQ_Setei5BV5GMWw/s1600/008.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EkbZSnCdTxjMkZNRLX31qnAVfvG05rMlBq47j5tfmeRteqYQm44ubYjuJ2-Cr6V1uCNdTAOCzDXIEucsiNt87AfEXeKXb5lCJTGGuucJo-GaqXV0ZowbvXsnep2GxQ_Setei5BV5GMWw/s400/008.JPG" /></a> </div>The higher and farther you move the options expand. Hidden canyons appear out of nowhere, tight gullies open into saddles and passes that connect to other systems of passes, gullies, and canyons. Maps, then, are meaningless as representations of expansiveness and endless silent contours. Soon enough it feels like your own private Alaska. Not Alaska, though, Idaho, and your own private statement to the weird weather of 2013.<br />
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On the long haul home I was introduced to the phrase, "rendered truth." I like that phrase.<br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-36836761528634922382013-02-26T14:46:00.000-07:002013-04-30T14:32:54.527-06:00My Own Face Inside the Trees<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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The winter in these parts has completely stagnated. No significant snow since early January. Any small storms have been followed immediately by stiff winds that have either blown away everything that fell or formed thick, impenetrable slabs. I'm trying to keep the faith but my faith is being tested. <br />
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Still, skiing with my favorite in-bounds ski partner has been, as always, fun. We've hit most of the local destinations: <a href="http://www.soldiermountain.com/">Soldier Mountain</a>, <a href="http://www.pomerelle.com/">Pomerelle</a>, and <a href="http://www.bogusbasin.org/">Bogus Basin</a>. We still have <a href="http://www.magicmountainresort.com/">Magic Mountain</a> on the checklist as well as Blizzard Mountain when and if it ever opens. I'd like to make it over to <a href="http://www.pebblecreekskiarea.com/">Pebble Creek</a> but it's a bit of a haul. Of course Sun Valley is closest but at $99 for adults and $56 for the dude I can't say I have much interest in Sun Valley. I've always been a champion of the underdog.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzCQie8OCEYJR2sGANYcX3Vq4S_iWGchjEYxzygvvpmJExoGh40k23Bzxs9B_3utLLYAO67mb4PfXfRQdEeWDns-YaFxIjHhYDWU4SkiiRRThScy36em8OwzMtlRj7MpFBALgW2NNFWpQp/s1600/007.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzCQie8OCEYJR2sGANYcX3Vq4S_iWGchjEYxzygvvpmJExoGh40k23Bzxs9B_3utLLYAO67mb4PfXfRQdEeWDns-YaFxIjHhYDWU4SkiiRRThScy36em8OwzMtlRj7MpFBALgW2NNFWpQp/s400/007.JPG" /></a> </div>Linking shorter radius turns <i>sans</i> snowplow, following a fall line, and stopping on a dime when necessary all tell me he's been watching his elders as well as paying attention to the feel of his own body. We're still working on the occasionally flailing arms and squaring the shoulders but I'm patient. So is he. <br />
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A few of his favorite chair ride sing-alongs:<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixmgwonKdUgl2q-A3cI_HfVetsfTYgf1v8yk6yVLf_OGGXR7JPZ0DACR77ivIGoupNVAWcDwIKeSxciFUP_W5wIaar86Yij_8Ckit8FIYbU0BIR_DvSNjTYM85FEyRJN7yc5515D1_I69/s1600/009.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgixmgwonKdUgl2q-A3cI_HfVetsfTYgf1v8yk6yVLf_OGGXR7JPZ0DACR77ivIGoupNVAWcDwIKeSxciFUP_W5wIaar86Yij_8Ckit8FIYbU0BIR_DvSNjTYM85FEyRJN7yc5515D1_I69/s400/009.JPG" /></a> </div>As a dad I've learned only to advise, not dictate. Likewise, there is only so much advice one person is willing to put up with, so at certain times the best thing a parent can do is play the part of a lifeguard and be the first to the rescue when a shark attacks. <br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39riO36iGrEzczVsizePr-0n7b5HTeaH6PjLeAhmS97itIwRpAbWP20uLVad_3EedE6TKaNBacLrHJyd7jonlzythDc4DzRRvEleo5fpt7ApQoqFsbx5AT8ccxwYOn3SUHz48eLp0AmNl/s1600/007.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39riO36iGrEzczVsizePr-0n7b5HTeaH6PjLeAhmS97itIwRpAbWP20uLVad_3EedE6TKaNBacLrHJyd7jonlzythDc4DzRRvEleo5fpt7ApQoqFsbx5AT8ccxwYOn3SUHz48eLp0AmNl/s400/007.JPG" /></a> </div>It all unfolds quickly and it's impossible to know how it will end. As a parent you realize very early in the process that the creature you brought into this world, though unable to make his own pasta dinner, was born to be free. It's a sort of helpless responsibility, a liberating burden, maybe the same kind of liberating burden expressed in Milan Kundera's phrase, <i>the unbearable lightness of being</i>.<br />
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Or maybe it's the kind of helpless that is tied to intimacy, a kind of mystery born from kinship. Sort of what Norman Maclean meant when he wrote: <br />
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The feeling that at any moment they might take up and fly away is beautiful if not a little unnerving. It's probably what keeps many from becoming parents themselves. Now that I am and will forever be a parent the allure of the mystery is impossible to resist. Uncertainty is necessary and that necessity is heartbreaking. Uncertainty tests the faith in the same way a stagnate winter makes you wonder if you should trade in skis for a surfboard. But as certain as the Earth drifts around the Sun winter will return someday and it will be beautiful and it will be welcome. I like to think that second and third requests to ski powder in the trees indicate that we're drifting in the right direction.<br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-66606026627964075882013-02-19T07:54:00.000-07:002013-03-27T21:34:04.891-06:00The Tracker<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript">
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My ski partners have never been very good at setting the skin track. I tend to climb quicker and not stop for food or drink.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N185MDI4Mzc0X216ZFg4Xzk1ZDg/The%20Tracker.mp3"><s>The Sir Douglas Quintet: The Tracker</s></a></span></div><br />
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Though I like to stop and smell the roses as much as the next person I also like to reach a destination. I like the solitude at the top of something or other. I like to look back down from where I've (we've) come. I like to give my thanks in peace. I like to anticipate what will happen next.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3C7pk9tk78W7sxk-uWzWSaFVRAopuIzRaCxMJAinJfC8jqooNDoTQg5bV5g8IA7MQfvU3QQiUse0_jKRd0Xer4jHQcC1QeVeaZGlzVvYlWq0tIzQ1PlFkmSf9J_GsF1CQFpqBkHd0tvVF/s1600/006.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3C7pk9tk78W7sxk-uWzWSaFVRAopuIzRaCxMJAinJfC8jqooNDoTQg5bV5g8IA7MQfvU3QQiUse0_jKRd0Xer4jHQcC1QeVeaZGlzVvYlWq0tIzQ1PlFkmSf9J_GsF1CQFpqBkHd0tvVF/s400/006.JPG" /></a> </div>Then I wait. I wait for my ski partner to catch up, take a rest, have a look around, and also anticipate what will happen next, though I'm not sure she ever does. And because my ski partner never seems to know when our day will start or stop, I feel entitled to lead the way back down. <br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_AgmbRsmuQGNWcdEhvuSCQORPe9Ey7mccGjpgqJNdvvBkYIQfcL4BVl0Owd8SKvdrDLCSOXwZlpXq4Is7DCOA0zPFPdOLFI4xWFHh-wpSojROrEhFzbke6hmwVEW_kkU85PA_J7Fk3Gb/s1600/013.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_AgmbRsmuQGNWcdEhvuSCQORPe9Ey7mccGjpgqJNdvvBkYIQfcL4BVl0Owd8SKvdrDLCSOXwZlpXq4Is7DCOA0zPFPdOLFI4xWFHh-wpSojROrEhFzbke6hmwVEW_kkU85PA_J7Fk3Gb/s400/013.JPG" /></a> </div>My ski partners have never been very good at setting the skin track. That's alright. That just means I get the pleasure of watching something more graceful and perfect than me take her own sweet time. <br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p1zK9_94q7PfVo40Jxhj996KaUrxGauJdcmYTbcI6duddsvemkpLB6Kt8I7GCAsuwaAxam1fE2_oIDaVgHuRigr_xtz3Y4DKfnjWu8Aw_Vc5ElWLUojvCWhDUuoqrdOV_Azb2ZOzucaD/s1600/007.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p1zK9_94q7PfVo40Jxhj996KaUrxGauJdcmYTbcI6duddsvemkpLB6Kt8I7GCAsuwaAxam1fE2_oIDaVgHuRigr_xtz3Y4DKfnjWu8Aw_Vc5ElWLUojvCWhDUuoqrdOV_Azb2ZOzucaD/s400/007.JPG" /></a> </div>The morning I woke up, Metaphor was laying next to Dellwood's fire bed, frozen.<br />
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I saddled up Abraham Lincoln and Killdeer and started riding. No tracks to follow, I rode north and west. Rode with the firewater brandy, rode into the Craters of the Moon. Lava rock, snow and ice, slabs of Indian warriors, wind.<br />
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Rode in circles. Kept going. Going where I didn't know. Ten more feet. One step at a time.<br />
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I pulled my hat down and covered my face with the scarf I'd made two holes in, and wore the blind man's glasses. Yellow snow--a world of yellow snow.<br />
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Mountain peaks growing into other mountain peaks. The crooked trail not a trail at all except that we were following it, sometimes the path no wider than Killdeer and Abraham Lincoln, my feet sticking out over the forever blizzard going down.<br />
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Nights by the fire, red-under-black embers at my head, moon at my eyes. I did not close my eyes. Did not open them.<br />
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No single intention.<br />
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No Dellwood's shiny dime.<br />
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<i>My errant knight.<br />
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My little pip.<br />
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My brave hero.</i><br />
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--Tom Spanbauer, from <i>The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon</i>, 1991<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>There are these forms I like to watch.<br />
There are these shapes that talk to me.</i></div><br />
A random but appropriate playlist that landed in my ears while skiing in mid-winter splendor. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N184MTAwMDQ0X1cxcTU2Xzc4NzA/01%20Common%20Burn.mp3"><s>Mazzy Star: Common Burn</s></a></span></div><br />
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Steep Hills of Vicodin Tears</s></a></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>And you could come and join me on my cloud.</i></div><br />
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A few views from some recent outings.<br />
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I admit it makes me feel cool. I feel cool knowing that I might be the only person in this dinky town of 600-ish that has heard of a band called The Velvet Underground. Cool like The Velvet Underground cool. Cool like I've been up for six days drinking champagne and snorting cocaine with models. Cool like I've just spent the night with ten whores in a penthouse overlooking Bangkok. Cool like I live in Paris and wear a silk scarf while eating bone marrow for breakfast. Cool like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CncZorQNQ1E">this short film</a>.<br />
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In fact, I'm not all that cool. I live in Carey, Idaho surrounded by mud and Mormons. Instead of all night beanbag love-ins I chase moose out of willow thickets and sing praises to the rocks and sky above endless rolls of snow. Andy Warhol never had it so good.<br />
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Early season skiing in Idaho--early, as in before Christmas--is not often good. This year it's good. The extended autumn, the warmer than average November temperatures, the deluge of rain the first couple weeks of December, created a rain-snow line that looked more like the Andes than the Rocky Mountains. Up to four feet of snow dumped in the high country while the valley floors remained clear. This is good news to me and it will continue to be good news until the next series of storms fill up the valley floors and force me to move to paved roads to access my series of secret spots. Until then the trusty Subaru and a set of chains take me wherever I need to go.<br />
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Somewhere up there.<br />
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Somewhere farther away.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjde5oWgYb4RxAGvB2f5610cuRSp4VdMUnQkmgl2NVlDC6KEz7NORjYVi3Aw4GbkkPwIESfukU1k2FdPRJTd0ztjqqWfesZEC3tLcjFpbqu8-yzWAXMv2aJhlhrGj0eiQ2RS0XkdEAV7Un4/s1600/009.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjde5oWgYb4RxAGvB2f5610cuRSp4VdMUnQkmgl2NVlDC6KEz7NORjYVi3Aw4GbkkPwIESfukU1k2FdPRJTd0ztjqqWfesZEC3tLcjFpbqu8-yzWAXMv2aJhlhrGj0eiQ2RS0XkdEAV7Un4/s400/009.JPG" /></a> </div>A six pack sampler from this year's Christmas CD including what might be the quintessential American Christmas song. Email me if you want the full 22 song version. Also, don't forget everyone's favorite deformed, backcountry skiing elf. <a href="http://thetravelingskier.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-case-study.html">Little Sandy Sleighfoot</a> is at it again. Enjoy. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><s><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc2NDE0X0JBZ1hQXzdjMjU/04%20Silver%20Bells.mp3">Loretta Lynn: Silver Bells</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc2NDY3X3BOREN1X2Q1MDM/Empty%20Chair%20at%20the%20Christmas%20Table.mp3">Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys:<br />
Empty Chair at the Christmas Table</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc2NTMxXzNhcWlsXzlkN2E/Christmas%20For%20Cowboys.mp3">Wylie Gustafson: Christmas For Cowboys</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc2NjI1XzN5R1c4Xzg4M2E/09%20Christmas%20Is%20Everywhere%20Except%20in.mp3">Jimmy Martin:<br />
Christmas Is Everywhere Except in My Heart</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc2NzA0X1FlcnNMX2JiYTc/05%20December's%20Child.mp3">Mark Olson & the Creekdippers: December's Child</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://swhatcher.opendrive.com/files/N183MDc3MDI0XzJzSjRhXzFiMTc/13%20Merry%20Christmas%20from%20the%20Family.mp3">Robert Earl Keen: Merry Christmas From the Family</a></s></span></div><br />
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</span>steven hatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06084910160527444936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659147926067566416.post-36691247865128506082012-12-10T10:40:00.000-07:002013-01-11T08:43:57.437-07:00The Sound of Sight 33<script src="http://mediaplayer.yahoo.com/js" type="text/javascript"></script><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />
<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrYP0_uJN10DbjU5Av40rrPcvoGNp1f1p7JPi1KUVrMQ_LrB5NO28NoMn3qABRH5iFhChGzu4tE2AvK3s5VDY0gNmVL1uvxiG4KUkQpNbV1zvORgGF-Al4767iPzokE4fzvMOFRm3jcNW/s1600/006.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrYP0_uJN10DbjU5Av40rrPcvoGNp1f1p7JPi1KUVrMQ_LrB5NO28NoMn3qABRH5iFhChGzu4tE2AvK3s5VDY0gNmVL1uvxiG4KUkQpNbV1zvORgGF-Al4767iPzokE4fzvMOFRm3jcNW/s400/006.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://www.opendrive.com/files/N182NzE1MTQ5X3liMk8xXzIwZDM/03%20This%20Year.mp3"><s>The Mountain Goats: This Year</s></a></span></div><br />
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