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Paradise Valley, Montana

As a writer, I’m always looking for places that might inspire my next story.  Sometimes it’s a place I’ve discovered by accident or one I have visited years before.   My current work-in-progress, a literary short story entitled Sego, is set in a place I visited often as a child, Paradise Valley, Montana.  

I’m sure like many, when a place has paradise in its title, I tend to be skeptical.  The word is often used to describe everything from bars to clothing designers, home builders to car washes.   For me, a place described as paradise has to be truly special.  Paradise Valley is befitting of its title and on the grandest scale. 

Paradise Valley is located between Livingston and Gardner, Montana, (the north entrance to Yellowstone Park) sandwiched between the Absoraka and Gallatin Mountain ranges.  The valley once dotted with ranches, now more luxury homes, is home to the Yellowstone River and unbelievable vistas. 

I first became acquainted with Paradise Valley at a young age.  My aunt and uncle operated a cattle ranch in the valley.  I clearly remember the summer days I spend there as a boy.  We woke early to milk the cows then ate pancakes outside under the shadow of the mountains in my aunt’s flower garden summer kitchen.  We spent days with our cousins riding horses to change irrigation dams in the rolling hills leading to the mountains, fished for trout in the mountain fed streams, dug night crawlers under swaying aspen trees, floated the Yellowstone River’s frigid water on hot summer days in inner tubes, and often packed a lunch to eat in a mountain meadow. 

Granted, having family living in such a wonderful place can shape an opinion, but I think most that have the chance to witness the beauty of Paradise Valley will come away feeling the same as I do. It has an intoxicating presence. 

photo by Tim Gage https://www.flickr.com/photos/timg_vancouver/

You can’t just drive through the valley to appreciate it, you need to slow down and get out of the car.   Simply head south out of Livingston on highway 89.  Several miles south of Livingston, you’ll come to East River Road (State hwy 540).  Take the curvy two lane highway heading south and you’ll come to a quaint little restaurant called Pine Creek Lodge.  Take Hwy 540 a little farther south and you’ll come to Luccock Park Rd that leads into the mountains and Pine Creek Recreation Area.  There you will find a wonderful hiking trail that climbs through a pine forest and along the rushing waters of Pine Creek.

After all that fresh air, head further south and you’ll come to Chico Hot Springs.  Growing up, it was a place to swim and soothe our aching muscles, but today it has much more to offer.  Check it out here:https://www.chicohotsprings.com/

Rick Steves, the famous travel writer, refers to less traveled places in Europe as “back doors.” Paradise Valley is a “back door.” I’d urge anyone heading West to Yellowstone Park, to take  little extra time for a visit.    

photo by Troy Smith https://www.flickr.com/photos/high_trails/

Our Interesting World: The Big Sycamore

It’s easy to take the natural world we live in for granted.  It’s understandable.  Most of us live our lives at a breakneck pace, jobs to go to, kids to take care of, households to maintain.   The other night while I was out delivering a calf on a client’s farm, I realized how easy it is for life events to distract us from the wonders of the natural world.  It was late when I got done and as I was cleaning up, I heard the beautiful call of a Great Horned Owl in the woods on the hill overlooking the farm. 

“Do you hear that often,” I asked the farmer. 

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Just noise in the woods.”

I didn’t have a reply. How, I wondered, could anyone not be thrilled by the call of this magnificent creature?  As I put away my equipment, it struck me that I knew the reason.  These days, dairy farmers are struggling with low milk prices and uncertainty.  The hoot of an owl was probably the last thing on his mind.  I hoped someday, when the farm economy improves, he’ll take a moment to appreciate the wildlife that shares his farm.

On my way home, for reasons I can’t explain, probably the magic of driving through an empty countryside at night, I started thinking about a majestic tree that lives near my mom’s farm in Illinois.  It’s an ancient sycamore that grows in the neighbor’s pasture, feet away from a trickling stream.  How old, I’m not sure. I remember it being huge when I was just a kid and now I’m well into my fifties, over a hundred years for sure, maybe closer to two hundred. 

People drive by that tree every day and probably don’t give it a second thought. For the longest time I was one of those people.  Many years ago, thanks to my young sons wanting to fish for sunfish in the stream, I discovered its magnificence.  We were scrambling over the fence near the tree and I happened to look up.  The sun was hitting it just right and wow I thought, it was something to behold. 

The sycamore’s branches curved in a dizzying array, not a straight branch in sight, its peeling bark painted different shades of brown and gray, the lime color leaves rustling in the breeze emanating an intoxicating sweet scent.  Thirty feet up, a fork in the tree’s trunk hid a hollowed out space (later I would discover it to be a wood duck’s nesting place.) 

Thinking about that old tree made me remember a story my grandfather often told.  Across the road another ancient sycamore grew next to a bubbling spring.  It toppled over in a storm forty years ago.  His story—settlers on the way west, used the spring to fill their wagons’ water barrels.  What an idea to think about, settlers heading west stopping on our farm.  It’s impossible to know if his story is true, but it could be given the spring’s location in the bluff near the Mississippi River. 

I found a new respect for that old tree.  All the storms and floods it’s endured, the birds that have used its branches to rear young, the people from horse drawn to gas driven vehicles that have passed by.  There are probably hundreds, if not thousands of trees, scattered in woods across the country like the big sycamore to wonder about.  A good reason to go exploring and take a look. 

Our Interesting World: Discovering the Cotswolds

There are many remarkable places in the world.  Some are far away, some at our doorstep; some are well-known and others cloaked in obscurity. I’ve been lucky to have visited a wide range of these interesting places, and I thought they would be fun to share.  Enjoy!

When I go on vacation, I enjoy going to places less traveled.  My favorite trips have always been to locations you won’t find listed in the top 100 vacation destinations.   For example, off-the-beaten-path places like Tofte, Minnesota, Turkey State Run State Park, Indiana, Assategue Island, Virginia and the beach at St. Joseph, Michigan are a few places I have enjoyed visiting with my family.

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The Expression of Creativity Comes in all Shapes and Forms

Last year I wrote about the unique art form of the planted aquarium (you can read my post here: https://www.davewatsonauthor.com/beauty-inside-a-rain-puddle-the-discovery-of-a-new-art-form/).   The technical term for creating a planted aquarium is aquascaping.  Like so many things in lives, aquascaping flies under the radar for most people.

When I mention I have an aquarium at home, I think most people conjure the image of a tank with blue rocks, a bubbling pirate’s chest that opens and closes, and colorful fish swimming around plastic, algae covered plants.  Show someone a planted tank for the first time and be ready for the “wow, I had no idea,” response. 

This past year, my son Tristan and I entered The Great Lakes Aquascaping contest featured at the Wisconsin Garden Expo in Madison, Wisconsin.  It was a creative challenge.  The participants were given all the necessary elements to create a planted tank: the aquarium, sand substrate, driftwood, rocks, a variety of plants, and only a few hours to design and construct our vision.

As a general rule, my creativity doesn’t work well under pressure.  It was nerve-wracking having people stare and ask questions as we were trying to compose our aquascape.  While the contest was for fun, Tristan and I have a healthy competitive spirit, and were both anxious to give a good account of ourselves.

Here is a photo of our final product:

Our creation took fourth place, but actually won People’s Choice for large tank.  While judging a creative competition is a subjective undertaking, we were pleased with our results, and the judge’s comments were constructive and helpful.

The first and second place aquariums:

The first place aquarium
Second place

Having the chance to participate in this unique contest with my son was a reward in itself, but perhaps even more fulfilling was watching the many show goers gape in astonishment as they strolled the exhibits.  As you can see by some of the other entries, it’s stunning how great a slice of aquatic nature can look in a glass box. 

Our Interesting World: Frazier Creek Falls

There are many remarkable places in the world.  Some are far away, some at our doorstep; some are well-known and others cloaked in obscurity. I’ve been lucky to have visited a wide range of these interesting places, and I thought they would be fun to share.  Enjoy!

Frazier Creek Falls

Across the gravel road from our former family farm (the land was recently sold), tucked into the bluffs along the Mississippi River near Quincy, Illinois is a majestic waterfall.  Easily viewed from the road that edges perilously close to the cliff overlooking the falls, it’s a frequent stopping point for the unsuspecting traveler.  It’s one of those hidden gems with a little history.

I was lucky to have grandparents whose farm sat on a hill overlooking the falls.  During rainy periods its muffled roar was ever present.  During low water times, my brothers, cousins and friends would spend hours having stick races, collecting tadpoles and fishing for tiny sunfish above and below the tumbling water.  In the summer we often waded barefooted on the falls feeling the soft goo of the algae that grew on its sun-bleached limestone.   I was fortunate, my two sons (now both grown) were able to share similar experiences. 

There was a hand-me-down story about that falls that I’m not sure will ever be verified.  Supposedly, the first settlers in the area planted a grist mill on top of the falls.  According to my grandfather, you could see the pin holes drilled into the bedrock used to hold the mill in place.  When I was younger, I could never find them.  However, in later years, maybe thanks to heavy rains that washed away the silt that had coated the limestone, I found four square holes, equidistant in spacing, bored into the rock on the upper part of the falls.  Perhaps proof the old story is true!

Frazier Creek Falls in the spring.

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