Sunset Whit

My daughter is as beautiful as ever in the warm glow of the sunset.

Vaccination

Our upcoming Ecuador trip is finally starting to feel REAL.

Rhonda and I went down to the Spokane Regional Health District this afternoon to update my travel vaccinations. I got injections for typhoid and yellow fever. Later, I will start a series of antibiotics to prevent malaria.

My wife is petrified of needles, and her fear is starting to affect me. Shots don't usually bother me, but today I laughed nervously through the whole appointment. I did manage to relax, however. The nurse had a very no-nonsense manner, and when she injected me, she moved so quickly I hardly even felt a prick. When I realized it had already ended, I looked up with a feeling of relief and said to the nurse, "Has anyone told you today they love you? Well I love you! Thanks for making this so painless."

The nurse had looked very serious throughout the appointment, but when I said I loved her, she laughed out loud and said she would have to start a journal just to record the event.

After the appointment, we went outside and Rhonda took a picture of me making a face. Of course, this is only for dramatic effect. It doesn't hurt at all, but I do feel slightly ill. We'll see how I feel tonight at work.

River View

Rhonda and I took a few minutes this afternoon to view the Spokane River from above. What a magnificent sight! The water looked so cool and clear in the hot summer sun. We also saw osprey diving into the river to catch fish for their chicks. One flew directly over us holding a trout in its talons. The fish was still alive wriggling its tail.

Sadly, we didn't get any good pictures of the wildlife.

Hiking

Butterfly on Teasel...


Whitney by the waterfalls.

McKenna by the waterfalls...

My feet fell in the water...

Going home on the hiking trails...

Mother Deer and her two babies...

Recently my wife and I took our daughters for a walk by the waterfalls. We all got to appreciate the beautiful sights of nature, like the butterflies and baby deer. I'm so glad they appreciate these things like I do.

Michelle

Weylin, Michelle, and Shelly...

Michelle graduated Summa Cum Laude from Eastern Washington University. Our family reunion also honored her achievement. Congratuations Michelle!

Our Mom

I LOVE this picture with my mom and siblings. It is the first time we were all together for a picture in several years.

Grandmas

Grandma Alice...

Grandma Gene...

Reunion

Barry, Kim, Inge, Mark, and Brad.


The cousins playing...

The group photo...

Looking at old family photographs...

We had something of a family reunion/BBQ in honor of Brad's return and Michelle's graduation. It was wonderful to see my family together again. In fact, it was the first time my siblings and I had been together in about five years.

Boating

Cool Brad driving his boat...

Whitney and Ashley on the boat...

Christopher on the boat...

I forgot to mention that my brother hauled his boat all the way back from Alabama and took us for a spin on the Spokane River. I loved it and my kids loved it even more. It's a good thing my kids have uncles with cool toys; otherwise they might never do anything fun... :)

Run

My brother the drill sergeant can kick my butt in just about everything he does, but the other day, I got to feel what it's like to outrun him, just this once. For the sheer pleasure of my temporary victory, I stood on the top of the hill, waited, and collected a photograph for evidence... :)

Mid-Summer

Reflection of fireworks in the Spokane River.


More fireworks...

The loud explosions are my favorite...

The crowds at Riverfront Park...

The summer is passing altogether too fast. It's already the end of July, and I'm only now getting around to posting my photographs from the Fourht. You know, some weeks pass by with hardly a notice. Lately so much has happened I can hardly keep up with my blog.

During the Fourth, we sat on the concrete steps at the edge of the Spokane River and watched the fireworks across the water. What more can I say about that? We had fun.

Belated

It seems I published more photographs before I got my new camera. The new system requires more effort, and even though it produces a better quality product, I tend to use it less often. Ironic, isn't it?

Some photographs were missed that should not be forgotten, like this picture of Dakota on his birthday. My belated best blog-wishes to him.

My Brother

My brother at home.


Overlooking the Spokane River toward Little Falls.

Benjamin Lake.

The Spokane Reservation.

Saturday was a day for my brother Brad. He's been away in the military for more than 10 years and tends to come home somewhat infrequently. He's in town for the next few weeks before his next assignment in Germany.

His absences are too long, but no matter how much time he spends away, it feels like home to see him again.

This weekend, we drove on many of our old hunting trails, and remembered the times we spent with our dad. Every part of the land inspires a different memory. The rivers, lakes, hilltops, and valleys; all of them combine to make our dad live again through us.

Pileated Woodpecker

Yesterday afternoon, I saw a pileated woodpecker during my daily hike. As I walked down a steep trail, I saw it foraging for something on the ground. I watched until it flew onto a nearby branch, and then followed as it hopped from tree to tree. Something about its mannerisms and appearance reminded me of a dinosaur.

Sadly, I did not have my camera. This photograph was borrowed from another source.

Return

Sparwood, British Columbia boasts the world's largest truck, permanently parked at the side of the highway.

We saw a baby bear on the return trip from Canada. I stopped to take a picture, but didn't venture far. We never saw the mama bear, but she had to have been close.

Sunrise over Chief Mountain in southern Alberta.

Leavitt, Alberta was our home for the last weekend in June.

Head Smashed In

Dakota looking over the prairie...

The cliff at Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump

Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump is a World Heritage Site dedicated to the preservation of plains Indian cultures. Over a period of thousands of years, tribal people used this site to obtain buffalo. They employed a skillful understanding of ritual, physical strength, and animal psychology to drive herds of buffalo over the cliff. While runners drove the buffalo over the edge, others waited near the base of the cliff to quickly slaughter the animals and preserve their meat for future use.

According to legend, Head Smashed In derives its name from a young Indian man who wanted to see the buffalo up close. He hid himself inside a small cave under the edge of the cliff while his fellow tribesmen completed the drive. He watched the falling buffalo as though he were looking out from behind a waterfall. The hunt was particularly successful that day; the bodies piled high on the prairie below. When the people finished buthering the animals, they found the young man crushed beneath a dead buffalo, hence the name.

A magnificent multi-storey interpretive center marks the location of the ancient buffalo jump. The building accomodates the unique landscape and is largely hidden underground. The museum provides a fascinating history of the local tribes and their cultural practices.

Dakota posing solemnly by a pile of buffalo skulls.

One display at the museum shows an old winter count written on a large buffalo robe. Years ago, certain people were entrusted to record the tribal histories. Starting at the center and spiraling out, they drew a symbol to represent each year. The symbol served as a mental cue to remind the historian of the most important events of the year.

Standing below the cliff, we look up toward the western sky. After thousands of years of successful hunts on this location, buffalo bones are piled many meters deep under the ground. They aren't visible under the soil and grass, but their presence impresses me with the greatness of their spirit and history.

Snow

Snow in June near Cameron Lake at Waterton National Park...

When we arrived at Cameron Lake, we saw children throwing snow balls in the afternoon heat. Such a strange sight on a hot day in June! We followed the excitement and found a snow bank hiding in the shadow of the trees. Of course, we had to take a picture for evidence.

Bluejay

Like many forested alpine regions, Cameron Lake at Waterton is the home of the bluejay, or the Steller's Jay, as it is more correctly known. We saw them close to the beach as they foraged for scraps of leftover food, or human picnics left unattended. They are daring little creatures, as they often approach people without fear, and have been known to chase hawks and owls. Some tribal peoples regard them as a trickster character in their sacred histories. Others regard them as pests, but they are always fascinating and beautiful.