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Romney Sparks Interest From Afar
Even the Brits are interested in whether a Mormon can become president.
UK paper The Times looks
at whether America is ready for Mitt Romney’s candidacy.
Washington Watch
Patriotic Pandering
Columnist Richard Cohen calls the anti-flag burning bill
introduced by Sens. Bob Bennett and Hillary Clinton
"star-spangled pandering" (Washington
Post).
Matheson: No to Patriot Act Reauthorization
Rep. Jim Matheson says he can't support the reauthorization
of the Patriot Act (see
press release); hails passage of meth abuse legislation (see
press release); co-sponsors reverse mortgage bill (see
press release); introduces bill with his Nevada counterpart
mandating that nuclear waste be stored on-site where it is produced
(see
press release).
Wind Energy Production
Interior Sec. Gale Norton announces major step forward in
promoting wind energy production on BLM-administered lands in Arizona,
California, Colorado, Idaho, Montana, Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon,
Utah, Washington and Wyoming (see
press release).
Podcast Watch
Jennifer Napier-Pearce’s latest edition of InsideUtah.com
features Deseret Morning News reporter Lisa Riley Roche (:43)
on the state’s merry budget picture; Salt Lake County Councilman
Randy Horiuchi (5:38) on the long-disputed Fort Union Family
Center development; Delta resident Jane Beckwith on preserving
the Topaz internment camp (14:11); and grounds manager Eldon
Cannon on 40 years of lights on Temple Square (20:15).
Blog Watch
On the Senate Site blog, Sen. Greg Bell has a long,
thoughtful post on crafting the state budget... Rep. Steve
Mascaro says the Sutherland Institute's "Spending
Clock" sends an unfair
message... The Warren thinks Mitt Romney would make a
great vice
presidential candidate...Weber
County Forum says you can't trust car
dealers... SLCSpin
wonders if the new west bench project will avoid mistakes
of the past... Dee's 'Dotes responds
unfavorably to Sen. Chris Buttars' plan to run bill prohibiting
gay-straight
alliance clubs (see also here
and here).
Wise Words
"He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires, and
fears is more than a king."
—John Milton (Source: The Federalist
Patriot)
Casual Friday
Fishing the High Uintas in 1941
(From the writings of the late LaVarr B. Webb)
It was the summer of 1941, and Europe was at war. Events would soon occur to draw America into a vast world conflict. My old fishing partner, Jake Amundsen, and I would later become part of it.
But that summer war wasn’t our main concern. Finding a new place to fish was. We weren’t having much luck at East Canyon or Chalk Creek, so we went exploring. We had heard about a lake high up in the mountains north of Soapstone in the Uintas.
Jake had an old Model A Ford that was the Jeep of its day. We had outfitted it with "balloon tires," that provided a lot more traction than the standard narrow tires that the car had been equipped with. We found the old dirt road that went up the side of the mountain in a series of very rocky and very rough switchbacks. Jake put the old Model A into low gear, and up we went, bouncing and scraping over the rocks.
When we had climbed up and over the first ridge, we came to a more gradual slope that skirted around the mountain, high above a valley and small stream below. There were very few trees in the area, but the valley floor and the slopes of the mountain were covered with low brush and luxuriant grass.
When I looked down into the meadow-like bottom land, I could see a long series of pools, each connected by the small stream, and in each of the pools, I could see the circular ripple marks that indicated, in my mind, that great big fish were jumping. I told Jake to find a wide spot on that narrow dirt road, because I wanted to go fishing.
After he parked the car, we slipped, slid, and trudged at least a half a mile down the side of that mountain, and there we found that the pools in that grassy, park-like area, were formed by beaver dams, and the fish that I thought I had seen were no longer jumping.
Anyway, we went fly fishing, we caught fish on almost every cast,
but they were small brooks, about six to ten inches long. We decided
that the large ripple marks that I had observed from high above
were made by beaver slapping their broad tails on the surface of
the water.
Along about mid-morning, when we had nearly caught all of the
fish we wanted, Jake developed a toothache. To help him ignore the
pain, he decided to go exploring. There was a stand of fir or pine
to the east of us, high on the slope of the mountain. He told me
he was going to hike up to it.
I watched him as he made his way up, and up. I saw him cut to the left, and start to make his way around a sharp hogs back. Then above him, and behind the hogs back, I saw a black something moving. I thought it was a bear, but I wasn't sure. I yelled, "Jake, Jake, there's a bear above you," but I couldn't make him hear.
I watched; very soon, the black spot turned into a bear, a big one. The bear was coming down a trail, skirting around the hogs back. Jake was climbing up the trail, also skirting around the hogs back. They were on a collision course.
There was nothing I could do but watch them come bear-face-to-man-face, and I saw the bear rear up on his hind legs, and I thought, "Poor Jake, my old fishing buddy is going to get mauled."
But Jake scared the bear as badly as the bear scared Jake. There was an explosion of sound as the surprised bear turned on his two rear legs, and pounded back up the mountain. Jake turned on his suddenly weak legs, and with longer and longer leaps, bounced down the mountain. And I, suddenly somewhat hysterical, thought I had seldom seen anything so funny, and I rolled in the grass down by the stream, and laughed and laughed.
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