Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montana. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

No Fracking Way!

Before we get to the fracking story, an update on where we are and the botany.  As I write this we are in the truck just east of Rugby, North Dakota.  We traveled from Glacier yesterday on Route 2 (the "High Line") which runs across the north of the country, near the Canadian border.  We ended last night west of Minot ND.


Unlike the scenic byways we took to get here, Route 2 is straight as can be.  Still, it is pretty country, lots of open sky and rolling prairie.  We started out yesterday morning from Cut Bank, MT.  Cut Bank is near Fort Disappointment, so named because it was where Clark hoped to make celestial observations about the location but bad weather made that impossible.  Also it was the only place on the whole expedition where L & C encountered hostiles and two Indians died in a scuffle over horses.  We imagined that they must have collected plants from the exact spot where we did.  Located on the banks of a bend in the Cut Bank Creek.  There was a train trestle nearby and a classic ranch in the distance.  It was a dry, desert landscape that yielded no fewer than 50 different species, nearly all of them new species for this trip.  We do collect duplicates sometimes because they help fill in the distribution map, especially for those species that are on the edge of their range.  A great spot.

Mentezelia
Eriogonum


Townsendia
Truck du jour

Daniel was super happy.  Of course I made a little bouquet which I left this morning at our campsite.


We stopped in a little town and explored a creek that was loaded with Persicaria and other goodies.  Later we saw vast ponds chock full of Persicaria.  Acres of the stuff (the swath of pink.)






We hit the road with the goal of getting to Minot, ND by nightfall.  As we did some advance Googling for accommodations we realized that we were once again, out of luck.  Traveling across northern ND we started seeing all these oil fields under construction or in operation, pumping something.  When we stopped in Williston, Daniel, a good Texas man, recognized a boom town when he saw one.  All the cues were there.  Lots of RV's.  Lots of pick up trucks.  Crowded gas stations.  Lots of plates from Texas and Colorado.  The rough necks were in town.  Lots of them.  And taking up all the hotel rooms.  On the outskirts of the towns we saw corporate barracks of worker housing.  We saw Halliburton outposts.  It is all about fracking and northern ND is booming.  Here is what Route 2 in ND looks like these days between Stanley and Minot.  What a fracking nightmare.








Jobs are important, I know, but fracking is unproven economically and environmentally.  Fracking is a process of extracting oil from the shale or sand by using a combination of water and chemicals to separate the oil.  When we were collecting in upstate NY several weeks ago communities seemed to be aggressively fighting fracking, which is where I first saw the No Fracking Way slogan.  In the meantime, this is what ND is giving up.  Makes me wanna cry.


We had to deal with the no room at the inn situation.  We found a campsite at Lewis and Clark State Park which is located on Lake Sakakawea.  Daniel was able to set up the tent in the dark without delay.  He was smart enough to put on the rain tarp in case, and yes, it did rain during the night.  It was a very pretty place.  Here is the view as we drove away.  The sad thing is that at night you can see the glow of all the fracking fires off in the distance.  That's just wrong, as my dear Cassie would say.  


For those of you who doubt, here is proof that I camped with good cheer.  Actually, I was grateful for the tent.  If not for it, we would have been sleeping upright in the truck.  





Late morning we stopped on a long dirt road for a brief break and some lunch (goat cheese, hummus and olive sandwiches off the back of the truck.)  There was another fixer-upper, some pretty flowers for a truck bouquet, and a vast open stretch of prairie.






I am sure many people see this landscape and think Hmmm, I wonder how much oil is in all that sand under the prairie.  

Driving on though Minot, which is located in a low lying area we again saw flooding and felt a little deja vu.  It's a gloomy enough drive with the rain.  When you know it will add to people's misery it just makes it so much worse.  The water was lapping the shores on both sides of this road.  


Last update for this posting:  we are now in Roseau, Minnesota.  Tomorrow we will hit the Voyager National Park.  After that it will be a major push for home and probably time on the interstates.  No collecting today at all.  Just rain.



































Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Big sky country

Yesterday we drove nearly all of Montana.  We ended up in Drummond. 




The day started really well with Daniel finding two locations with the exact species of Persicaria he was hoping to find.  He got wet but was very happy.






Our wildlife siting of the day was this bald eagle.  I tried to scare him out of the tree for another shot but he wasn't phased.  


We crossed Montana on two lane roads that were so infrequently traveled that drivers wave when they pass each other.  We stopped in Ingomar, MT, a small town that has an old saloon that is on the National Register of Historic Places.  The town used to be an important hub for shipping out sheared wool.  Now it is pretty dilapidated, but still very charming.  It looks like there may be 10 or so residents, if that.  They still had outhouses at the saloon.








In the saloon, I considered buying this afghan made by a local woman ($93.75 -- what kind of a price is that?) but didn't after all.  I like the pattern.  Kind of sorry I didn't.





There are casinos everywhere in Montana, even at the gas stations.  This one in Townsend caught our eye for its community spirit.


We ate at the Pioneer Cafe.  I show the menu -- really this is for my friend Loretta.  How's this for locavore?  You may need to click on it to read the finer print.  OK, I'll help you out.  The beef comes from the cafe owners drug free herd.  



It was hot all day until we started getting up into the mountains.  96!




The big sky and mountains appeared and we were happy to leave the heat of the plains behind us.



At this stage of the trip we are pushing to get to Seattle for some work that Daniel needs to get done.  Tomorrow will be another long day driving with only a few collecting stops.   After the Seattle leg we will relax a little more and get in some kayaking and hiking and more collecting that we can report on.    

For those of you suffering from the heat wave the temperature here in Drummond at 7:30 this morning is 52 degrees.  Just when I was starting to wonder why on earth I packed cold weather clothing.  We are past the heat for this trip.  We have plotted our return leg and we will be hugging the Canadian border until Michigan.  More from Seattle.  Stay cool!