Thursday, April 5, 2018
"Lately in , Ohio, raccoons' tiny, nimble, human-like hands are only the second scariest thing about them. The first? An outbreak of what residents have described as "zombie-like behavior" involving raccoons who bare their teeth, walk on their hind legs and don't seem to be afraid of humans." (See source at end of post.)
Raccoons have been in the news lately. We go waaay baaack with raccoons. Oh, you have NO idea! My Mom was Bonded With Raccoons! She grew up with them on Wildcat Creek. She LOVED COONS! She got my Dad to capture baby coons and adopt them into our Family. Seriously. The coons has free run of our humble home.
I had to compete with raccoons to use the bathroom. The coons took over the bathroom and actually learned how to flush the toilet. Yep, we had toilet-trained coons. The coons owned our kitchen, too, and I remember being afraid to go there lest their bar their teeth and keep me away from the cookie jar. Oh, My Gosh, the tales I can tell about growing up with coons for brothers (and sisters)!
That's why I had a casual, Laid Back, Laissez-faire about raccoons when The Lion Hunter came to give me a coon. Back then in 1990, I was managing Brown Springs Ranch. (Long Story.) Anyway, Brown Springs Ranch was "Coon Heaven" an the Lion Hunter knew it. He had caught a baby coon and nursed it to adulthood and kept it in a cage beside his Lion Hounds.
By and by, he recognized "this was not a good idea," so he came to me and asked if he could release his coon at Brown Springs. I said, "Sure, no problem." So, he brought out the seemingly docile coon in a dog crate and released it to run free in the wonderful, mature riparian trees of Brown Springs. All went well for quite some time.
Fast forward a few months when Dear Friend Gary W. came to visit Brown Springs. We went out walking through the magnificent towering trees of the property and Gary spotted the coon sitting in the crook of one of those trees. Gary asked, "What about that coon?" I replied telling him the story about the Lion Hunter and Gary nodded and we proceeded on.
Meanwhile, The Lion Hunter's coon had other ideas. It scurried down out of its tree and hit the ground running, teeth barred, a snarling 20-30 pound mass of muscle and meanness! It ran straight toward Gary and grabbed his right calf in its vice grip jaws. Gary had just been taking kick boxing lessons and he instinctively went into a kick boxing drill and danced into the air and twirled around and spun the coon off his leg. And then Gary took off running like an Olympic sprinter with the coon following right behind--both running at peak speed--one hoping to out distance the threat while the other hoped to chomp once again on my Friend's flesh.
I stood in abject horror watching the sceen unfold. Eventually, Gary outdistanced the coon and the coon lost interest. Then the coon turned to me. I could see the sun glint in its eyes as it reared and charged. I could almost hear it say, "I'm gonna go for the short, fat, slow guy." And it came roaring down the hill and around the pond aiming straight to kill me, as predators are wont to do.
Luckily, I was carrying my Smith & Wesson Airweight 2-inch barrel .38 Special pistol and I had time to pull out the pistol and get down on my knee and brace and hold an aim as the wide-mouthed coon charged straight for my face. I will never forget the vignette of that charging coon. I knew that my two-inch barrel pistol had no accuracy beyond a few feet so I held my fire until the coon leaped into my face and I pulled the trigger as the coon was in mid air.
The bullet went straight down the coon's wide open throat into its head and it fell dead at my feet. I stood there shivering and trembling as the pistol smoke curled above the scene.
Gary cut the head off the coon and took it to Maricopa County Health Dept. for a rabies analysis. It came back negative. It was just a Bad Ass Coon, that's all you can say. Source of opening quote: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/animalia/wp/2018/04/04/he-thought-something-was-wrong-with-the-raccoon-then-it-stood-on-its-hind-legs
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 8:39 PM
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
(Note: Dr. Vlach is the Doctor who treated may back problem in this manner on October 13, 2017. I have to admit, the injection was the single most painful thing I have ever experienced in this lifetime. By and by, it did the trick. I can't play pickleball and have to be careful with the back but I have sufficient mobility and Life is Good.)
By ISABELLA ALVES
Copyright 2018 by "The Post-Register" Idaho Falls
But the pain is worth it.
Richins is getting the powerful healing properties of her own platelets to fix her torn tendons, as Vlach’s steady, focused hand injects the revitalizing platelets.
“Oh my God, you don’t want to know (what it felt like),” Richins said to a reporter observing the procedure. “It’s like you would imagine, a needle going into your body … it was painful … but pain doesn’t last.”
Richins is an avid llama hiker, and plans to hike the Pacific Crest trail, but as she was preparing for her hike, she noticed her knee was popping.
She’s had this procedure done before and had gotten great results, so she wanted to go under the needle a second time.
“I’ve seen Dr. Vlach for many many years,” Richins said. “I did this and after three months and I could just hike and hike and hike.”
In the white procedure room, with bright fluorescent lights, Richins lays sprawled on a bed, surrounded by a whirling fluoroscope X-ray machine and the pictures of ultrasounds as Vlach guides the tools over her injured shoulder and knee.
Vlach uses the ultrasound and X-ray to see exactly where the needles needs to be injected. The two screens in the room are filled with the fuzzy gray pictures of Richins’ tendons.
To a layman, it looks like something seen on an Etch A Sketch, but to Vlach’s trained eye these blurred gray lines depicts Richins’ injuries.
And this is what makes Vlach’s platelet and stem cell treatments stand out. She doesn’t “go in blind” with a needle, she knows exactly where the injury is and where to deliver the platelets.
“The biggest prob is that there are a lot of people with minimal to no training just jumping in and doing things (the injections),” Vlach said. “What I’m seeing now is that really anyone can hang a shingle and call themselves a regenerative medicine doctor.”
Vlach first started venturing into the realm of regenerative medicine when she saw the way she was trained to treat patients during medical school at the Mayo Clinic and a physiatry residency at the University of Utah wasn’t working.
Back when Vlach entered the field in 2005, doctors were encouraged to prescribe opioids for patients musculoskeletal pain, not treat them with with platelets or stem cells.
But for Vlach, this wasn’t good enough.
“I practiced that way for about five years doing what I’d been trained in my residency and doing what I thought was appropriate for patients,” Vlach said. “I just didn’t see people getting better I saw people quickly reaching tolerance effect with their opioids.”
Vlach saw people still in pain on opioid doses she thought were large and still not being able to do the things they love.
Getting better to Vlach means people are able to return to work, play with their kids and return to the activities they love.
She wanted to do more for patients than mask their pain with opioids, she wanted to treat the cause of it.
She started looking at alternatives to opioids and came across regenerative medicine, which includes platelet and stem cell therapy.
“I just didn’t know these tools even existed, I wasn’t educated in them, they weren’t offered to me in my residency training,” Vlach said.
Vlach offers a specific type of stem cell and platelet therapy as a physician in the Regenexx network. She applied to become a provider through a rigorous application process and has been offering it since August 2017.
To become a physician in the Regenexx network, providers must have extensive training in interventional orthopedics, such as fluoroscopy and guided injection based procedures, and be able to perform hands-on examinations of patients, according to the Regenexx website.
Most physicians who apply are rejected, and Vlach is the only provider in Idaho, according to Regenexx.
Back in the procedure room, classical music drifts in the air, cascading calmingly into Richins’ ears.
“Feeling OK?” medical assistant Melissa Checketts asks.
“Yeah,” Richins said.
“Let me know if you want a blanket,” Checketts replied, as Vlach positioned Richins for the next injection.
Vlach said an issue she’s seen is a passive approach to patient care. There’s a “fix-me” culture where doctors are treated more like mechanics, but this isn’t how she works.
She makes sure the patients are involved in the treatment process and works with them as a team. Vlach wants people to understand that the patient is the primary driver in their own health, it’s their body and they’re in control of it.
Vlach demonstrates this philosophy during her patient interactions.
“I don’t see anything major,” Vlach says as she guides the ultrasound over Richins’ knee looking for a cyst or any other complications.
“You don’t?” Richins asks.
“No,” Vlach replies as she readies her needle.
“Oh my gosh,” Richins gasps, as Vlach reassures Richins that she “promises to tell” her before she sticks her.
Between Richins, the nurses and Vlach it looks more like a minor surgery is taking place than an outpatient procedure — and that’s exactly how Vlach would describe it.
“I encourage my patients to think of these as minor surgical procedures instead of simple joint injections because there’s a lot for them to go through,” Vlach said.
She said a lot of patients are willing to go through short term, limited discomfort because with this procedure they’re likely able to avoid a more invasive, painful surgery. That’s exactly what Richins was avoiding. Richins had knee surgery in the past for a torn meniscus, and said her surgeon didn’t want to operate on her again until she needed a new knee, which she’s trying to avoid. Surgical recovery is often a long, painful process, one that Richins didn’t want to go through again. With the platelet injections, Richins can avoid surgery while also healing her injuries.
The procedure isn’t right for everyone, but it’s another tool for people to avoid an invasive surgery or opioids. Vlach said there are some people who genuinely need the drugs, opioids, such as people with failed back surgeries or cancer.
But having regenerative medicine options is another way for patients to get the help they need.
“I feel every day desperately sad for many of the patients that I see and I’m trying to be a small light to help facilitate change,” Vlach said. “Because what else can you do.”
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 8:40 AM
Monday, March 12, 2018
We've learned the hard way that short shakedown cruises are absolutely necessary before undertaking any really long Road Trip. Call it a pre-trip checkout or whatever. It's how you find out what you forgot or didn't think of. No matter how many times you hit the road, you WILL forget something or fail to think of something. It's just The Law of Road Trips.
When we migrate north or south, the bed of the pickup is chock full of stuff. It's stuff we need to live for months in either location. However, for this sort of Road Trip, the truck bed is mostly empty. Very lean.
Here's what you're looking at (from left):
Black box on bottom hold sewer hoses fittings and stuff to dump the trailer's load now and then. Blue box on top is all the other supplies for visiting a dump station. Gloves, cleaners, etc. The blue box also carries a supplemental catalytic heater in case our battery goes dead or the heater decides not to work.
In the middle are three containers. The white bucket contains everything necessary to change a flat tire. No fiddling around wondering where tire-changing stuff is located. When you change a tire, you want your tire changing stuff instantly accessible.
Behind the bucket are two black boxes. The small one contains a high volume air pump that can fill a truck tire in minutes. We check our tire pressures every morning before pulling out of camp. You really need an expensive high volume pump to do the job right and quickly. The larger of the black boxes holds all the trailer stabilization jacks and extra leveling stuff. Behind those boxes are two solar panels we've owned for well over 20 years. They still work great.
The cooler is a "just in case" thing. It's empty and will remain so unless the trailer fridge decides to quit working. In such a case, it's always a really good idea to have a back up. (If we were going into Bear Country, the cooler could not be displayed in such a blatant manner. But where we're going this week there are no bears.)
The wood stuff at least is for leveling and also stepping into the trailer. Ditto the stool at right. And then there is a broom and a small rake. You'd be surprised how often we need to the rake and broom to create a tidy campsite.
One of these days, we will get around to doing an inventory of all our electronic stuff we travel with. Suffice to say it's one heck of a lot of stuff.
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 10:38 AM
Sunday, February 11, 2018
|Angel Delgadillo was recently featured in The Arizona Republic. Route 66 News picked up his story|
You can read the Route 66 News discussion and allocades for Angel here: https://goo.gl/ebwHeD
We first met Angel in October 1980 when we visited his brother Juan's legendary Snow Cap Drive-In. Juan's been gone since 2004 but Angel lives on as fresh and smiling as ever. We got to know Angel very well from August through early November 1986 when we ran in our first election for the Arizona Legislature. Angel's Barber Shop was like a refuge for me there in Seligman. The electoral district included Kingman so I'd stop often in Angel's Place and he would always ask for my help in getting Route 66 designated as a historic route. Believe it or not, that was not a popular idea back then. I always promised I would help, win or lose in the election. Well, not long afterwards, I got my chance to pay back Angel's Friendship during the election. The topic of designating Route 66 as a historic road came up in early 1987 at an advisory committee meeting. As most of you know, the top of the highway food chain only takes action on things that have been green-lighted by various and sundry advisory committees. I will never forget that meeting. There was outright negativity to the idea from one blow hard oversize male on the committee. He was the type of blow hard who made people cower with his loud, obnoxious, grating voice. He had a "Back East" accent and waved his arms a lot and really tried to dominate the meeting with his ridiculous ideas about how Route 66 was just a washed up piece of asphalt rotting under the desert sun. Angel was (and I presume he still is) a very polite, soft spoken gentleman who undoubtedly was born with a perpetual smile that lights up the Seligman World. Angel was no match for this reprehensible nattering naboob of negativity. But that blow hard met his match when I stood up to speak. Running in that election had really supercharged my public speaking confidence. By then I had logged several months as a registered lobbyist; had sheparded a successful bill bill to the Governor's desk and had been appointed to the Arizona Outdoor Recreation Coordinating Commission, a group with considerably more clout than this piss ant advisory committee. Plus, I had promised Angel I would come through for him. So it was time to "Stand & Deliver" and I really let 'er rip. I gave one of my best all time speeches. I'd give anything to have a transcript of that speech but, alas, public testimony wasn't being recorded at state advisory committees back then. Man, I paced back in forth in front of that committee; I pointed a finger at each of them; I made expansive gestures and I really, really conjured up the essence of what Route 66 would eventually become. I talked about untold numbers of people from around the world who would flock to Route 66 and, yes, I even invoked the concept of Highway Pilgrims going to the altar of the cathedral of The Mother Highway there in Seligman and beyond. Oh, my, my, it was the kind of speech you simply didn't hear in those days and rarely hear even today. I blew right through my three minute time limit and nobody except the blowhard seemed to care. No matter how he frowned at the chairwoman, she didn't shut me down. She let me go to my inevitable Cross Of Gold finale. As I finished I looked over at Angel and his eyes were welled with tears but he was smiling Big Time. The committee voted 6-1 to approve the nomination for historic status. Only the blowhard voted "no". The big bag of hot air didn't have anything to say during the rest of the meeting. He pouted in his seat and left in a huff. Angel and I hugged each and held our handshake much longer than normal. I will be forever proud of that day. I haven't seen Angel in many years but it is so gratifying to read about him this morning. Angel never faltered in his devotion to The Mother Road. He never gave up. He never gave in. He stood tall when he was the only one standing. Today he stands tall as a Patron Angel of Route 66, a man among men who made a difference. VIVA & BRAVO, Angel! May Your Spirit Soar Strong Forever!
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 6:55 AM
Monday, January 8, 2018
The most defining chapter of my childhood is The Battle of Tippecanoe and most especially The Prophet. Someday I hope to be able to write about the "who, what, where, when, why and how" the Battle and The Prophet helped shape my entire life. However, for the purposes of this short story today, simply accept the above at face value and let's move on.
Some of my first memories with my Dad were going to the battlefield and then to see the view above from Prophet's Rock where Tenskwatawa chanted encouragement to the warriors. We combed the field between Prophet's Rock and the battlefield (in the trees on horizon) looking for arrowheads. One day I actually found one and continue to treasure it to this very day.
I went to Prophet's Rock from roughly 1951 or 1952 until January of 2012.
This place was a Life Touchstone for me in ways I will never be able to describe in words. As the years and decades passed, I often wondered whatever happened to The Prophet. How did he spend his life after Tippecanoe? Where did he go? When did he die? Where was he buried? So, how ironic it was today to reconnect with The Prophet through a bridge over wondrous waters.
Indeed, you know we recently posted an article about Navajo Bridge over The Colorado River.
The dedication of that bridge was a cause for much celebration.
On January 8, 2018, as chance would have it, Patti Allen posted up a photo on the Arizona History Facebook Group of the steel workers who built the bridge in the late 1920's. Her great grand dad Thomas "Rusty" McCurnin is standing at far left. All of these men worked for the Kansas City Structural Steel Company. So, naturally, I became very curious about the KCSS Company and looked up whatever I could find.
Lo and behold, I found this:
"The great "Shawnee Prophet" lived with a group of still loyal followers in the last Prophets Town at the mouth of the Whitefeather Spring. This is on the property of Mr. Jack Beemont at 3818 Ruby and the site was recently placed on the National Historic Sites Register.
Another Shawnee Indiana of major importance was Charles Bluejacket, a Shawnee Chief and ordained Methodist Minister. He attended the Prophet's funeral and had lived in this area until 1870. In 1897, he returned from the Oklahoma Reservation and located the Prophet's grave."
And so, for whatever wild reason, my lifelong interest in The Prophet came full circle today compliments and courtesy of Navajo Bridge vis-s-vis the US 89 Team project. The Prophet's last resting place is quite likely on the very grounds of the Kansas City Structural Steel Company that built Navajo Bridge.
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 6:56 PM
Friday, November 24, 2017
As of today we are pain free and can walk without a cane. We have not had to have surgery. We received an injection on October 13. The procedure was very slow to take effect and nearly 3 weeks went by before we began to feel better.
On November 3rd, the Doctor said we were in the 99% percentile as far as positive response goes to the injection. However, the Doctor wouldn't (and won't) clear us for any physical activity other than walking. That means no pickleball. In fact, the Doctor said it might be next July or August before she "might" clear us to play pickleball. Or she might not.
We're also not cleared to travel. The Doctor has said we must stay very close to home in case something happens to bring back the pain. We meet with the Doctor again December 1st and are hoping to get some idea about if and when we "might" get cleared to travel. We sure hope she gives us a green light to go to Arizona sometime in early 2018...maybe mid to late January if we're lucky.
In the meantime, we are enjoying walking laps around the city block of Kate Curley Park. Yesterday we logged 3,000 steps. While a 3,000 step count pales in comparison to our "pre-back" average of 12,000 per day, it's 3,000 more steps than we could have walked in early October!
Since the Back Thing changed our life style on September 24th, we've adopted a new saying. "We no longer lament what we can't do, we are just very grateful for what we CAN do!" Yes, it would be nice to be playing pickleball again but it doesn't bother us that we can't. We're extremely grateful simply to be able to walk around Kate Curley Park!
Well, that's the back status as of our 2 month anniversary. Chances are we won't mention it again for at least another month or more...barring an unforeseen setback, so to speak.
Such beautiful old trees in Kate Curley Park!
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 12:40 PM
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
We won't be heading to Arizona any time soon...maybe not even at all this year. My back gave out Sunday September 24 and I have been laid up ever since. We've been in and out of more medical offices than I can remember. I've had the obligatory x-rays, MRI, etc. I have a major nerve that's being badly pinched by a bulging disk between the L3 and L4 vertebrae. There have been many times in the past two weeks when the pain has been Class 10. Generally, I can't stand up for more than a minute or two and can't walk farther than from the house to the car or the car to a medical office. Pickleball is a distant fond memory.
So, there you have it in a nutshell. We're staying here at our Idahome until the above medical issues can be resolved. We do not know how long that process will take. It could be weeks. It could be months. We begin a treatment procedure Friday that may or may not work. If it doesn't work then we will be recommended for back surgery. Due to the location of the "pinch," surgery would be complex and require substantial time for physical therapy and rehab.
We have held off mentioning anything on Facebook about these new circumstances until we knew for certain that there was no way we'd be heading south according to our normal migration schedule.
Susun has been an awesome care giver since the very onset of these circumstances. Clair is an Angel! THANK YOU, Sweetie Susun! We both have a good attitude about our situation. Interestingly, we're both excited about spending the entire winter here, if that's the way it works out.
We both believe everything happens for a positive purpose. We're both looking forward to whatever our new "back to the future" paradigm will bring. We're Happy Campers even if we can't camp any more!
Our Dear Friends may have noticed that we've been posting more frequently on Facebook. That's true. It's because all we can do is sit here in front of the computer so additional posts are a natural outcome of such a circumstance. We don't plan on putting many (if any) future posts about our medical condition. We figured we really needed to let our Dear Friends know we won't be soon showing up in Arizona.
In case you're wondering, there was no specific incident or injury that brought on these circumstances. It wasn't pickleball related in any way. It just somehow appeared. The medical people we've talked with say that's the way it happens with many people. Fickle finger of fate kinda stuff.
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 6:19 PM
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Friday, October 6, 2017
After well over 60 years of knowing about, playing and honoring the legendary Game of Monopoly, I learn today everything I thought I knew is lies, lies and damned lies!
Charles Darrow did not invent Monopoly. He stole it from Lizzie Magie. And then to add insult to injury, he changed the soul of the game! I have to tell yam Life's Myths die hard and learning all of this today has been a genuine revelation. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. The whole story is after all SO monopolistic!
This is the original patent for what would become known as Monopoly. It all started with thisTweet from the US National Archives for #ArchivesGameNight
Here is Lizzie Magie's signature on the patent paper. This NPS story brought my whole Monopoly Myth crashing down around my Get Out Of Jail Free cards:
http://www.npr.org/2015/03/03/382662772/ever-cheat-at-monopoly-so-did-its-creator-he-stole-the-idea-from-a-woman Below is the abstract of the book written about the whole story.The Monopolists reveals the unknown story of how Monopoly came into existence, the reinvention of its history by Parker Brothers and multiple media outlets, the lost female originator of the game, and one man's lifelong obsession to tell the true story about the game's questionable origins. Most think it was invented by an unemployed Pennsylvanian who sold his game to Parker Brothers during the Great Depression in 1935 and lived happily--and richly--ever after. That story, however, is not exactly true. Ralph Anspach, a professor fighting to sell his Anti-Monopoly board game decades later, unearthed the real story, which traces back to Abraham Lincoln, the Quakers, and a forgotten feminist named Lizzie Magie who invented her nearly identical Landlord's Game more than thirty years before Parker Brothers sold their version of Monopoly. Her game--underpinned by morals that were the exact opposite of what Monopoly represents today--was embraced by a constellation of left-wingers from the Progressive Era through the Great Depression, including members of Franklin Roosevelt's famed Brain Trust. A fascinating social history of corporate greed that illuminates the cutthroat nature of American business over the last century, The Monopolists reads like the best detective fiction, told through Monopoly's real-life winners and losers.
Ah, well, maybe it's better to let sleeping dogs lie.
After all, Monopoly has a Life of its own these days.
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 9:18 AM
Sunday, October 1, 2017
|The camp site we stayed at in Waterton is just a few feet out of view on the right hand side of this photo.|
Sooner or later, ya gotta face reality...
"The long-term impacts on the guest experience and visitation in Waterton are going to be horrific, no question about it. The backcountry is burned to a crisp.
It will be about two decades before the trees in Waterton are taller than people walking through the forest. It could take a century for trees to be full-size again."
It really hurts to look at Alberta's Waterton Lakes National Park photos. It makes me nauseous. But sooner or later, ya gotta face reality and deal with it: the incredibly beautiful area around the Waterton Townsite has been destroyed and will never look the same again in my lifetime. We are so grateful that we went there this August before it was destroyed. Oh, how we would be kicking ourselves if we had let fire smoke deter us. Yes, it was a little smokey (well, a LOT smokey) but at least the innate beauty of the area shined through everywhere we looked. We had one final chance to see the place before it flashed to black. The Waterton Townsite itself was saved from the fire but everything around the Township was burned either by the advancing fire front or by the back burns set to save the village. It's hard to imagine, hard to swallow and hard to face reality. But it's true. Source for quoted narrative above: http://rdnewsnow.com/article/553786/waterton-lakes-national-park-will-take-decades-recover-wildfire Source of the photos: https://www.pc.gc.ca/en/pn-np/ab/waterton/securite-safety/feu-fire-kenow/feu-fire-images-05
We visited this exact spot during our stay in Waterton.
Will try to find the photo we took of those two iconic chairs.
We drove up this once lush Valley to visit a pristine glacial lake.
The team started work Monday morning at 8 a.m. MT and continued hard for the next 31 hours. From 9 p.m. Monday until 5 a.m. the next morning, there wasn't time to take a break as the fired rolled up within about a hundred metres of the hotel. "The embers were rolling up on the porch of the hotel," Primrose said. "We did get showered with embers, right up to the hotel." With flames encroaching, a rain of embers came all the way to the doorstep of the historic Prince of Wales Hotel. "It was the most intense fire I've ever been involved with, and I was never at that point where I thought we would lose it," said Calgary fire district Chief Jeff Primrose on Thursday. "Not even for a second." A team of about 50 Calgary firefighters, in rotating groups, was sent to the national park to protect structural assets in the hamlet of Waterton as the wildfire approached. Crews from a number of other municipalities including Lethbridge and Taber were also called upon. Calgary's team returned home Wednesday as the risk to the town site declined. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/calgary/prince-of-wales-calgary-firefighters-1.4290763 Calgary fire Chief Steve Dongworth said local firefighters in Waterton, tasked with protecting the venerable Prince of Wales Hotel and other buildings, endured a hectic night facing down the massive blaze as it surged into the townsite. “To me, watching the fire coming down the valley at pace would have been very intimidating, and when the fire did arrive, it was very close,” he said, noting the crew worked in excess of 24 hours. “The building is unscathed to the best of my knowledge.” RELATED LIVE: Stay tuned here for real-time updates on the fire and evacuations Dongworth said crews in Waterton had been dousing the 90-year-old hotel with water and fire retardant foam in advance of the blaze. The hotel’s location, surrounded by grassland instead of forest, also helped keep it safe, said the chief. Calgary crews were able to quickly snuff flying embers from the wildfire, some the size of baseballs, which posed the greatest danger to the structure, Dongworth said. “We had a solid plan in place and we told them although the structures are valuable, none of them are more valuable than the lives of any of our people,” he said. http://www.pc.gc.ca/en/pn-np/ab/waterton/securite-safety/feu-fire-kenow
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 2:23 PM
Monday, September 25, 2017
We ordered this new paddle for Susun at 8 AM, September 20. It was tracked as "shipped" a mere one hour later. It finally arrived at 1:45 PM, September 25. It left Kent, Washington, and then went to Seattle. From Seattle it went to Boise and then Twin Falls. For some inexplicable reason it went back to Boise. After sitting in Boise for awhile it went back to Twin Falls. It stayed in Twin Falls for quite awhile and then went to Salt Lake City. The tracking records show it left Salt Lake but then came back to Salt Lake. Finally it left Salt Lake City and went to "points unknown" because it took 26.5 hours to get from Salt Lake to Idaho Falls...a journey that is normally four hours. That's why we are so danged delighted to finally have it here.
Susun actually used this paddle (or I should say a demo of this paddle) in Stanley, Idaho, on Saturday and Sunday, September 9-10. Many Thanks to Bill Hart for allowing her to use his demo paddle. Also Thanks to Bill for providing the discount code for Sawtooth Pickleball that saved us 5% on the purchase.
Posted by Johnny Montezuma at 2:05 PM