Well, from this photo on the right, you’d think I might have been in the Eastern U.S. this weekend. Mayflowers? Mowhawks? What the heck, since I was in fact near my own home sweet ranch here in Colorado!
All I can think is that when many of the trails in national parks were named around the turn of the previous century, it was also the time of the Colonial Revival and Playing Indian, as Phil DeLoria has described it. Plus, plopping Eastern names on Western places was a way of extending concepts of (Anglo) American sacred space to the newly conquered West. I wonder if any recent graduates with quality training in Public History and/or who have worked with the National Park Service might weigh in on this question…? All I can guess is that it probably felt a lot less threatening to name a lake in the Rockies after Mowhawks instead of Utes, Cheyennes, or Arapahoes.
The wildflowers in the mountains were incredible this weekend. Here at left is a photo of our state flower, the columbine, growing wild on the trail. It’s been such a rainy summer that the mountains are strikingly green and lush–my hike Sunday actually looked more like the Appalachians than the Rocky Mountains.
Sorry I can’t show (or tell) you more: it’s classified, but I can say that this is where we keep our secret stash of water! Don’t tell Arizona, or those thieving bastards in California, either. (Hope you all had a great weekend, too!)