Latest
Update: July
5, 2001 by Ben Marcus
22:00
MT WEDNESDAY, JULY 4, 2001 A SIDE STREET IN HAILEY, IDAHO
TRIP
METER: 56726
ODOMETER 2649
MONEY
Gas in Ketchum $21.50
Cat food, water, lemonade in Ketchum: $4.90
Oatmeal, coffee and Internet time: $25.69
Laundry at Grumpy's $ 9.00
Gas at Texaco in Ketchum $36.23
Two-day license, flies. $32.55
Gray's sporting journal $ 7.37 Cokes at Sawtooth Bar: $ 4.00
Gnarly hot dog and cheese fries at RJ's $ 7.00
Cash in Hailey $ 60.00
Ever
go to a public place or event suffering from a bit of "the wind"
and worry that you're embarrassing yourself by stinking up the
place and everyone knows it's you? That's one thing you don't
have to worry about when you're standing back-stage near the chutes
and gate at a for-real rodeo in Idaho.
What
you do have to worry about is getting kicked by a horse, or gored
by a jumping bull, or sneered at by a cowboy who just failed or
knocked into oblivion by a gate swung shut by the wind.
I
was at the Hailey Fourth of July Rodeo an hour or so ago, and
it was the real deal. I found a place to park up on a hill and
walked down to where all the horses and cowboys and cowgirls wait
there turn for the barrel riding and the team roping. I got there
just in time for the last barrel ride, and then watched a bit
of bull riding and team roping.
It
smelled good and earthy back there among all the cowboys and cowgirls
and old-timers, everybody in cowboy hats and a lot of people in
red, white and blue riding clothes or horse blankets. I did have
a bit of the wind, but it just blended in real sweet,+ like the
oboes in Ravel's Bolero.
This
was a for-real rodeo, all you had to do was look around at all
the faces and you knew you were somewhere rural. You can tell
a cowboy by the way he wears his hat. If he's a real cowboy, you
don't notice he's wearing a hat. When I came back to Ketchum I
saw a bunch of cowboy wannabes and they looked ridiculous. You
noticed the hat.
I
wasn't wearing a hat but I still looked completely out of place
and got a few sideways glances as I took photos leaning on the
gate that let all the horses in and out of the ring.
I
watched a couple of cowboys eat shit in the bull riding, and saw
a couple of cowboys successfully rope the horns and both hind
legs in the team roping. It was fun back there, having horses
snorting on me and bumping heads with me like Ike, and looking
at the surprising number of pretty girls and listening to all
the conversation.
A
couple of times during the bull riding a loose bull would come
for the gate at flank speed. I wanted to get a photo but I didn't
want to get in the way and have some cowboy get gored, so I bailed
out.
There
were some really fine horses all around, most of them hobbled
with some kind of nose gear that keeps their heads down for the
team roping, I think.
I
took a whole bunch of photos, holding my camera up over people's
heads and hoping I got the shot. It was a bit like taking a photo
of a jumping fish. My digital camera is a little too slow to get
the good action, but I think I got a couple of good photos.
The
announcer was pretty funny and everyone seemed to be having a
good time, except for the cowboys who went ass over elbows into
the dust and then got rumbled by a pissed-off bull.
The
rodeo went on for about an hour or so, then the wind kicked up
and it was over as the sun was going down. As everyone was clearing
out, the wind caught one of the gates and swung it shut at about
100 MPH. A little kid jumped out of the way and I yelled "Heads
up!" but it slammed into the other gate and just about killed
one cowboy. Knocked him on his ass and it could have killed him,
it was that heavy and going that fast.
Speaking
of the wind, it came up in the evening and I'm wondering what
effect that is going to have on the fireworks show I am waiting
for on a side street near the school in Hailey. I've heard that
the Hailey fireworks are pretty legendary, even though they aren't
sponsored by Bruce Willis any more.
Ike
just jumped out of the car, got an earful of the fireworks and
a nose full of local dog and jumped back in. I went down the street
with my "Air Raid" firework that I bought near Last Chance and
offered it to some local people. "It's your neighborhood. I'd
probably burn it up." A kid lit it off and it got some response
from the neighborhood: 25 fireballs with report. Now they have
my bandolier of firecrackers but the main fireworks have started.
They're loud.
I
just made a joke. Where do horses live? In the neigh-borhood.
HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry. Altitude.
This
reminds me of Santa Cruz back in the 70s, when a guy would come
from Wyoming with $10,000 of the best fireworks every year and
go nuts on the beach. That was so much fun, and so was scavenging
on the beach early the next morning: wallets, Frisbees, hash pipes,
money, drunks who we would roll for all their money, and sometimes
beat them almost to death. Those were the death. Kidding. Sorry.
Altitude.
Today
I ran around Ketchum, cleaning things and taking care of things.
First thing in the morning I went to the Newslink CafÚ and sat
there for three hours, pitching articles to various fishing magazines.
I had organic oatmeal and coffee and was there for a long time.
I like that place. I told the owners about the local smoked salmon,
and I'm going to bring them some tomorrow.
After
the Newslink CafÚ I did laundry and took the van to the carwash
and just tried to tidy up. The dust is all off the outside, now
it's the inside I have to worry about. This is a very dusty part
of the world.
I
got an Idaho fishing license good for two more days, because by
the 6th I'll probably be in Montana, and on my way north, I hope.
I'm
running out of dough and I'm wondering when it will all run out,
and where. I have to get a rabies shot for Ike to get him across
the Canadian border, but things will all work out in time.
In
the afternoon I fished a little hole by the side of the road on
Warm Springs and toyed with some little trout. I caught one that
was hooked deep and it took me so long to get the hook out that
I did the fish in. I worked for 15 minutes to try to revive it,
but it didn't work. It floated belly up with its gills still working,
but it died. I took it back to camp thinking Ike might want it,
but he wasn't interested.
After
taking a shower and shampoo at camp I grabbed Ike and we headed
toward Hailey. I was looking for a garbage dump and went by the
Hailey airport, counting 21 small jets parked on either side of
the runway. It's weird to see all those fancy planes in such an
out of the way part of Idaho. I took some photos on both sides,
and introduced Ike to a lonely lady in the ticket booth. She told
me to take care of Ike, there are coyotes and foxes and hawks
that will eat kitty cats. On the local radio there are an unusual
number of reports of missing cats and dogs. Hmmmm.
Coming
back through Bellevue I got pulled over by a cop for speeding.
All the time Jeff was with me he was telling me to slow down and
take the speed limits seriously. The cop got me going 41 in a
25 MPH zone through town, but my Homer sticker saved me. I have
a sticker on the back of my van that says,
"Homer,
Alaska, a quaint drinking village with a fishing problem."
The
cop was a good old boy and he liked that and he had family visiting
from Anchorage so he decided not to give me a ticket. That was
nice of him.
After
that I watched the rodeo for a while, and now I'm listening to
Steely Dan and watching the fireworks.
After
this I'll head back to Ketchum and maybe go get a drink and a
bit to eat, then hit the sack. It's going to be time to go tomorrow.
I want to go by the salmon place and order some more, and get
a sampler for the Newslink CafÚ, because I think they should sell
sandwiches there.
Then
I'll head back up that same road to Challis. Ike has a fan there,
and I want to fish The Place I Cannot Name, one of Jeff Galbraith's
and Yvon Chouinard's favorite secret spots.
So
aloha to Idaho after tomorrow, but I really like this place. I've
always said, "You want to find the best places, look for the rich
folks."
Fireworks
are over. The neighbors gave me back my string of 1000 firecrackers.
Maybe I'll do them off in Ketchum.
This
is my vow. One of these years I'm coming back here with about
$20,000 and I'm going to buy out one of those fireworks stands
and put on a show.
On
the ranch.
My
ranch.
The
Wavy I.
Wavy
for that other life. I for Ike.
This
is my vow.
11:08
MT THURSDAY, JULY 5, 2001 THE NEWSLINK CAF°, KETCHUM, IDAHO
MONEY
Smoked salmon gift pack: $30 Granola, coffee, OJ: $ 9
I'm
developing skills up here, a kind of cross-cultural, Field and
Stream thing. Woke up this morning ready to pack up and git, but
I wanted to fish first. I was tying a big loop in my leader when
Ike bolted from the car, like a little doggie out of the chute,
or a rainbow trout making a run. I was half asleep but knew I
couldn't let him go because he might disappear all day and screw
up the schedule.
Chasing
him doesn't work so I had to do something to catch him. I had
my fly rod in hand with a big loop in the end of it, so I did
this kind of looping cast-a cross between fly-casting and team
roping-put the line under Ike's back feet and doubled him up.
The take-down wasn't too hard. He's just a cat. A stupid cat.
Or
maybe I just dreamed that, I don't know. Woke up at nine feeling
a little queasy from the horrendous Polish sausage with sauerkraut
and cheese fries I ate after midnight last night. I went to the
Sawtooth Inn when I got back to Hailey and watched the sports
highlights. I saw a baseball player get brushed-back by a pitch
and do the oddest thing. He side-kicked the catcher in the chest
good and hard, and then charged the mound. And after that it was
on for young and old.
They
were doing a big profile on Seattle Mariners star Ochiro, and
that gave me an idea. It's always bothered me that the "World
Series" doesn't include much of the world. I'm wondering what
would happen if some Japanese and American money got behind an
All Japanese major league baseball team that played in Honolulu.
You could build a reasonably-sized stadium that would hold maybe
15,000 people, but would be all-pro otherwise. The real revenue
would come from broadcasting the games all over Japan and the
rest of Asia. I wonder if Japan could field a team that would
be competitive on the major league level, and I wonder if the
travel hassles of going from the mainland to Hawaii would make
it impossible to run a team there. I know that the Japanese broadcast
rights would pay for the team.
And
think about the bench-clearing brawls. They'd look like a scene
out of Enter the Dragon. Full-on martial arts fights over brush
backs. Works for hockey.
And
if that worked, you could do the same thing in Cuba or the Dominican
Republic, an all-Latin Major League Baseball team. I could see
Ted Turner getting behind the Cuba thing.
Just
a thought. Ochiro (Ichiro?) is a great baseball player, and I
wonder how many more like him there are over there.
When
I was watching a Mariners game with Jeff Galbraith, we saw Ichiro
(Ochiro?) and I said, "That was the kind of guy flying Zeros into
Pearl Harbor." And Jeff touched his finger to his nose.
So
I watched TV and drank Cokes and had that horrendous midnight
snack, then went home. Saw another fox while driving back, but
Ike made it through the night.
Now
it's the 5th of July and I'm in the Newslink CafÚ. The Van is
packed and it's all ready to go, although I have to return to
the campsite to get some clothes that are drying.
This
morning I went to the smokehouse and ordered another gift pack
for someone I work with, and Lucy Hickey gave me one packet of
each: Trout and salmon, peppered and plain.
I
gave one packet to the people at the Newslink CafÚ, but the rest
is all for me.
Checking
e-mail, I got a couple of semi-nibbles on my Yvon Chouinard pitch.
Here's
the original pitch, with the responses from the editors and my
replies, as always, in bold.
Steve
Probasco
Editor in Chief-Northwest Fly Fishing
July
4, 2001
Mr.
Probasco
I
wonder if you would be interested in an interview with dedicated
fly-fisherman and committed conservationist Yvon Chouinard?
A
week ago while passing through Last Chance, Idaho I bumped into
Yvon at a special meeting for Patagonia specialty fly-fishing
retailers. Yvon gave a speech that I wish I had taped, because
he told some good stories about Patagonia's effort to dedicate
one per cent of its profits to conservation efforts.
He
told a story about being confronted on the Bulkley River by
a burly, bearded guy in a lumberjack shirt. Yvon thought he
was going to get his ass kicked. Instead, he teamed up with
this guy to save hundreds of acres of native British Columbia
coast.
I
know there might be a bit of a conflict because Yvon owns a
sportswear company and is an advertiser, but he really did have
good things to say.
As
for me, last October I bought a 1999 Ford E 150 Econoline van,
put a bed frame in it and took off from Tiburon, CA for points
north. I drove all through Oregon, Washington, B.C. the Yukon
and Alaska for four months, fishing everywhere. I supported
myself by writing for a surfing website called swell.com
and doing whatever freelance I could for The Surfer's Journal
and Surfing Magazine (I was an editor at SURFER Magazine
for 10 years, but hated Southern California. I like rivers that
actually have water in them, and even fish.)
Right
now I am in Sun Valley, Idaho, about to fish Silver Creek if
it doesn't rain. I fished the Big Hole with friends a few weeks
ago, and am in love with Montana, which has lots of rivers with
lots of water and lots of fish.
To
finance all this nomadism I'm trying to find stories as I go
along, that is why I am pitching the Yvon Chouinard story/interview
to you.
Please let me know if you are interested, and I will contact
Yvon. He was advising me on a surfing/fishing trip to Kamchatka
that fell through, because Reeve Aleutian no longer flies there
from Anchorage, and I don't want to go the other way on AeroFright.
Hoping
we can work together.
Thank
you.
Ben
Marcus
TheBenM@AOL.com
360-582-0061 (Mom's phone in Sequim, WA)
That
was the original pitch. Here's the response from the editor of
Gray's Sporting Journal.
In
a message dated 7/4/2001 7:07:49 PM Mountain Daylight Time, fivewght@compuserve.com
writes:
<<
Thanks for the note. Sounds like an interesting guy. Elisabeth
will send you our writer's guidelines. Once we see an ms we
will make a decision.
THANK YOU.
Takes
about 12 weeks. Don't play too much on Patagonia's one-percent
checkoff. That is common in the industry and some fly fishing
companies, like Orvis, do much more.
OKAY.
BUT I STILL THINK HE'S AN INTERESTING GUY. HE FISHES A LOT AND
HAS MORE THAN A FEW GOOD STORIES. AND HE ALSO HAS THE MEANS
TO MAKE POSITIVE CHANGES WHERE THEY NEED TO BE MADE. NO BOARD
OF DIRECTORS TO CONSULT, HE JUST DOES IT. PUTS HIS MONEY WHERE
HIS LINE IS, I GUESS YOU COULD SAY.
I'LL
CONTACT HIM AND SEE IF HE IS INTERESTED.
I'M
LEAVING SUN VALLEY TODAY AND HEADING UP THROUGH MONTANA AND
B.C. TO ALASKA. GOING TO VISIT A FRIEND IN YAKUTAT AND THEN
DO A SURF/FISH TRIP FROM SEWARD UP TO MONTAGU AND HINCHINBROOK
ISLANDS
I'LL
SEND STORIES AS THEY HAPPEN. THE FIRST I'M GOING TO WRITE IS
ABOUT THE LITTLE MONTANA HILLBILLY KID SNAGGING THAT BIG BROWN
TROUT FROM UNDER MY NOSE ON THE BIG HOLE.
PHOTO
IS ATTACHED. LITTLE BRAT. I BEAT HIM UP AND TOOK HIS FISH.
THANK
YOU.
Here's
the second response from American Angler.
In
a message dated 7/5/2001 7:42:56 AM Mountain Daylight Time, AmericanAngler@nc.rr.com
writes:
<<
Ben,
The Chouinard story isn't really what I'm looking for.
OKAY.
I THOUGHT HE WAS INTERESTING, THOUGH. HE HAD GOOD THINGS TO
SAY.
American
Angler is basically a how-to, where-to magazine.
I
WILL SEND YOU THE STORY OF THE KID NAILING THAT NINE-POUND BROWN
RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE ON THE BIG HOLE. IT WILL BE INSTRUCTIONAL
AND FUNNY AND AN ODE TO THE WESTERN WONDERS OF MONTANA. THAT
PLACE IS PRETTY AWESOME, AND I'VE SEEN A LOT IN THE LAST FEW
YEARS.
If you've got some ideas for these kinds of stories, I'd definitely
like to hear them. I'm always looking for new writers. If you
haven't already, pick up an issue of AA and go through it to
get a sense of what kinds of things we publish.
I'VE
BEEN READING LOTS OF FISHING MAGAZINES, INCLUDING YOURS. I LIKE
TO WRITE AND I LIKE FISHING AND I'M GOING TO SPEND THE SUMMER
DRIVING THROUGH PRIME TERRITORY: IDAHO, MONTANA, B.C., YUKON
AND ALASKA. I HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THE
PHOTOS WILL PRINT IN A MAGAZINE.
I'm
jealous of your present lifestyle. As a former editor yourself,
I'm sure you know that most of my time is spent editing and
writing stories about fishing, rather than actually doing it.
YES,
I REMEMBER THAT. AND THAT IS WHY I SLUGGED AN AD SALESMEN AND
GOT CANNED. BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
YOU
CAN READ MY DAILY JOURNAL ON SACKLUNCH, IF YOU ARE INTERESTED.
I'M TRAVELLING WITH A CAT NAMED IKE, SO I'M CALLING IT "TRAVELS
WITH IKE." LEAVING SUN VALLEY TODAY FOR THE LOST RIVER, THEN
UP THROUGH MONTANA.
I'VE
ATTACHED THAT MONTANA HILLBILLY KID WITH THE BROWN TROUT. I
BEAT HIM UP AND TOOK HIS FISH.
I'LL
BE IN TOUCH. THANK YOU.
Phil
Monahan
Editor
American Angler
714 9th St. #G8
Durham, NC 27705
919-286-7178
americanangler@nc.rr.com
So those were decent nibbles, now all I have to do is talk Yvon
into it. If anyone out there knows his e-mail address, let me
know.
Time to get out of here. Ike is probably burning up in the car.
I want to go jump in the creek one more time, get my clothes and
go fish the place I Am Not Allowed To Name. Kind of a secret spot,
you know.
Wow, just saw Arnold Schwarzenegger walking down the street. That
guy is PHYSICALLY FIT. Walks like Cro Magnon, a little bit. Missed
the photo. Darn.
My mom just sent me this story. I'll be heading through Stanley
in about an hour. No hitch-hikers this time. Damn hippies.
July 5, 2001
Forest Officials Address Unusual Uses of Land
By DOUGLAS JEHL Agence France-Presse Drug enforcement officers
filling bags with marijuana in the Angeles Forest in California
in 1998. Officers found more than 900 plants. Forest Service
Choice Is Praised by Conservation and Timber Forces (April 13,
2001) Expanded Coverage In Depth: Criminal Justice
TANLEY, Idaho, July 3 ª\ By statute, and by roadside proclamation,
the national forests, that vast empire of public lands that
stretch across one-twelfth of the United States, are lands of
"many uses," including logging, ranching, hunting, skiing and
camping.
But time has stretched that definition to the limit. By virtue
of their openness to one and all, the forests are more and more
the home to the unusual, the criminal and the bizarre, with
mushroom-gathering profiteers and methamphetamine makers among
others competing with logging companies and recreationists for
a share of the woods.
One group that falls into the category of an unusual yet also
longtime user of the forests is the Rainbow Family, a nonorganized
organization that for the last three decades has held an annual
Fourth of July gathering in a national forest, to the ever rising
frustration of the Forest Service, which oversees the lands.
This year thousands of hippies from around the country descended
on Boise National Forest, 100 miles northeast of Boise, to celebrate
peace, love and marijuana, not necessarily in that order.
"This
is kind of our declaration of independence," Chaz Choate, 25,
adorned with a nose-ring and of no fixed address, said this
morning in an alpine meadow, 50 miles from the nearest town.
The participants claim a right to "peaceably assemble" and act
as they please on public land. But the Forest Service, which
has established a task force to police what the agency regards
as an illegal event, is increasingly determined to enforce the
law, even in the middle of nowhere. It typically spends a half-
million dollars trying to make sure that the so-called Rainbow
Gathering does not get out of hand.
"People
have lots of different reasons for going to the woods," said
Bill Wasley, the agency's law enforcement chief, whose 600 officers
are spread out, on average at one every 600 square miles of
national forest land, coast to coast.
These law officers face growing challenges, including narcotics
smuggling across international borders and the theft of forest
products, including timber and mushrooms, as well as the run-of-the-mill
incidents of public drunkenness and campground brawls, said
Heidi Valetkevich, a spokeswoman.
Mr. Wasley said he was fairly certain that the national forests
had become the largest domestic source of marijuana cultivation
and an ever more popular hiding place for methamphetamine production.
In the last year, the forest service has seen its crime statistics
skyrocket, particularly in terms of seizures of marijuana (more
than 700,000 plants in 2000) and of methamphetamine labs and
dumps (nearly 500 sites discovered).
So sprawling are the Forest Service lands that the writer James
Conaway, in a 1987 book by this name, described them as part
of "The Kingdom in the Country," populated by an odd collection
of wranglers, shepherds, bureaucrats and other inhabitants of
"the land nobody owns." They account for 40 percent of Idaho
alone; across the country they span 192 million acres and are
visited every year by an estimated 292 million people.
But as an annual preoccupation, Forest Service law enforcement
officials say nothing exceeds the challenge posed by the Rainbow
group and the thousands of people who turn up every year in
one state or another, without permission and all but unannounced,
in the hope of finding in the forest a place where the rules
do not apply.
Already this year, 19 people have been arrested, 23 served with
warrants, and more than 500 issued citations, many for drug-related
offenses, some for nudity, but many more for simply showing
up, and thus taking part in a gathering that the Forest Service
has declared violates its rule that no more than 75 people can
congregate on forest lands without a permit. The agency has
stopped short, however, of demanding that the visitors leave.
This year for the first time, the group has submitted several
requests for a permit, but these have been turned down, with
Forest Service officials saying the gathering could harm streams
used as spawning grounds for endangered salmon.
The conflict over the request appears to have put a damper on
turnout, which had soared to 23,000 by the time the gathering
peaked last year, at a national forest in Montana but seems
likely this year not to exceed 15,000.
The gathering has brought considerable hostility from nearby
communities, who see the congregants as interlopers on land
that is not equipped to handle so many visitors.
"With
all these free spirits up there, saying `peace and love, brother,'
it makes it really hard," said Jim Little, a livestock owner
who has had to postpone plans to turn out 375 pairs of cows
and calves, under a Forest Service grazing permit, into the
very meadow that the visitors have transformed into a parking
lot.
Environmentalists would say that the cows would do as much damage
to the ecosystem as a hippie gathering. But Idaho's Republican
politicians, who want the lands more open to multiple uses like
grazing and logging, draw the line at the Rainbow Gathering.
Senator Larry E. Craig, Republican of Idaho, has pressed the
Forest Service to deny the group a permit, and the Republican
governor, Dirk Kempthorne, has declared an emergency, allowing
the National Guard to be deployed, if necessary, to assist in
the operation.
The Forest Service has said that the gathering is being held
in a particularly unfortunate site.
"This
is possibly one of the most sensitive watersheds in the state
of Idaho," said Sharon Sweeney, a spokeswoman for the Forest
Service task force, known as a National Incident Command Team,
which this year has set up its operations in the tiny town of
Lowman, 70 miles from Boise. "I guess they just didn't do their
homework."
Forest Service officers have marked areas off-limits, in hopes
of keeping people and their pets out of the streams that mark
the end of the salmon's journey hundreds of miles from the Pacific
to their spawning grounds.
But this morning, at the end of a dirt road 20 miles from the
nearest paved highway, people who had traveled far to escape
real-world problems were aghast to find their journey ending
at a Forest Service roadblock, where the lucky were escaping
not with tickets but bright orange fliers warning that they
could be arrested.
"It
bothers me that our tax money is being spent on stuff like this,"
said Larry Fein, an itinerant psychiatric nurse who worked most
recently in Carbondale, Ill., has attended 13 national Rainbow
gatherings since 1987, and was advising those who received citations
to consult the group's legal team.
"I
like getting out in the woods," Mr. Fein said, his long, braided
hair flopping against his tie-dyed shirt. "And I feel very strongly
that what we're doing here, on public land, is our religious
and constitutional right."
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