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On the trip to Yellowstone National Park last fall, we overnighted in moderate Best Western hotel in a small town of West Yellowstone, Montana. Population about 1400. Main street, shops and restaurants covered maybe two blocks. It looked like from the Wild West movies. The locations served us well, easy access to the park in the morning, easy back to hotel when the sun was setting.

A couple of shop on the street intrigued my interest, but window-shopping did not call me in on the first night. Lots of touristy items, small trinkets mainly, you know T-shirts and a like. Second night after a delicious Italian dinner, and lovely service, we stopped by the window with native American Indian art. Jewelry, small pottery, collectables, feather items, weavings.

The was a piece of pottery on the display which I did not see the night before. Maybe it was not there before or maybe I was too tired after an long day in the park. “I have to go in and check on this, it looks very much like Acoma!” But it was late. The door was around the corner. To our surprise it was ajar. We squeezed in. “Are you open?” “Yes!” I can not play -I-am-not-interested-on-this-just-looking-around-game-thanks. My face tells I am. So I immediately pointed out a pottery on the window display, which I thought I recognized and asked about it. The young sales lady picked it up, did not have immediately too much information on it. I said it looks like some pottery I have from Frederica Antonio. She asked if we had little more time, the shop owner should be back very soon. Sure. We looked at the other pieces of art. I do not pick up too much little things from our travel any longer, I find they get lost in the jewelry boxes and who knows where. Mostly given eventually as gifts to our children or friends after the travel. And they get lost in their boxes.

A little while later a man with leather hat, long curly hair and spectacles entered and stayed quietly listening out small talk with the girl. He looked like a gold digger from the movies, I thought. Or gold prospector from 1880’s. The entire looks was just right. Genuine. We were introduced to the owner of the company, Mr. Hans Chr. Baier.

The pottery was removed from the shelf again, and we started the conversation on it and native pottery in general. He was a load of information having traveled thru multitude of reservations to collect items to his store. We discussed the prices in the big cities like Santa Fe. We talked about places we have been. And where I come from. “Can you guess what my middle name Chr. stands for?” he asked. Christian! Hans Christian like Andersen! Yes, he comes from a Danish family. He visits there frequently also, thus we picked up the conversation there, sharing our Danish stories. Back to the pottery in display. Yes it is from Acoma artist, but not Frederica, her name is M.C. That is Melissa. That I found out once at home. I have already one small pot from Melissa! That is just plain black and white checks. We picked it up on the Sky City New Mexico, a few years back.

He had previously told the girl in his shop, the pottery is a unique but someday somebody will step into the store, and know what it is. I guess Hans sensed my love for the tribe and their art. We talked about Indian tribes and pottery in general. We started the negotiating the price. My hubby is so good, he knows I love pottery and I have not spent ANY money on this trip yet. We waited, calculator tapping accompanying the small talk. We gave Hans time, we were not in rush. And the deal was made! Happy, happy, happy. Hans said he knew the pottery was going to a good home, winter was coming and he did not want to leave the valuable pottery in to winter storage. We were there now and we loved it. “It would get a good home.” he said. “Yes, it will get a good home.”

We must have stayed there over an hour, they might have had to close already, but time did not seem to matter. The young girl was on her third day of work, I am sure she learned a lot that night. We were so delighted to have stopped into the store and delighted to have had the conversations and cherish the knowledge he had on his ware and the native art. Thank you Hans Christian, we loved the fairytales!

Yellowstone Silver Co. has been in business since 1975, in West Yellowstone. The store carries an excellent assortment of the finest sterling silver American Indian Jewelry and native art collectibles. The store features a variety of gift items, mainly southwest and western. Shoppers will also find the latest sterling silver fashion jewelry, unique and distinctive, and very affordable prices. We are easy to locate in the open air mall at 110 Canyon Street, the West Park Mall.


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japanilainen puisto

Morikami- museo ja japanilainen puisto on aika lähellä meitä, Delray Beachilla, Floridassa. Monen päivän sateen jälkeen teki mieli ulos luontoon. Moni muukin oli niin ajatellut, yksittäisiä henkilöitä ja aika monta pienryhmää oli paikalla. Mutta ei tungokseen asti.

Olemme käyneet siellä useammankin kerran, se oli lähellä Juliette- serkkua. Appiukkoni serkku oikeastaan. Mutta pienessä perheessä kaikki ovat serkkuja, olivatpa he kuinka monen sukupolven takaa tahansa. Muistelimme häntä lämmöllä kauniina päivänä, kauniissa ympäristössä, jolloin on jo kulunut 104 vuotta hänen syntymästään. Nyt ei juuri kukkinut monikaan puu, kuten aiemmin. Orkidea- seura, aidan ulkopuolella oli muuttanut muualle. Ravintola oli täynnä ja kaupassa tungosta.

Kirsikat odottavat vuoroaan. Muutama pensas kukki. Ihailut jäivät nyt kiinteämmälle pohjalle, bonsait, bambut, kalliot, pikku järvet, sillat ja japanilaiset lyhdyt kiinnostivat polkujen varsilla. Yksi hääparikin on kuvausmatkalla. Omat kuvat jäivät vähäisiksi, olen hieman turtunut kameraan. Tai unohtanut asetukset ja muut kommerverkit niissä. Mutta yritin.

The Morikami Museum and Japanese Gardens is a center for Japanese arts and culture located west of Delray Beach in Palm Beach County, Florida, United States. The campus includes two museum buildings, the Roji-en Japanese Gardens: Garden of the Drops of Dew, a bonsai garden, library, gift shop, and a Japanese restaurant, called the Cornell Cafe, which has been featured on the Food Network. Rotating exhibits are displayed in both buildings, and demonstrations, including tea ceremonies and classes, are held in the main building. Traditional Japanese festivals are celebrated several times a year. -wikipedia


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On the way to Yellowstone

DSC_3436 After finishing delicious peaches in the hotel room, we took off towards the Yellowstone National Park. We needed to follow the same road as day before, Grant Teton was worthwhile seeing again! There are two loops in the park and each needed a full day exploring. Beautiful day, temperatures started in the morning around 25 Fahrenheit and warming up to 65 by noon. Crisp and clear and then balmy warm.

We stopped to visit the famous Jackson Lake Lodge, historic landmark built in 1950, on Jenny Lake, famous for its lake and mountain views from the lobby. It is one of the very few lodging inside the park, and pricey as such. We had opted for Best Western just outside the West gate. Here big leather chairs were pretty filled up by other travelers, ignoring the view, playing with their cell phones. Feet on the table! We bought humongous cinnamon rolls and cup of delicious smelling Lavender Vanilla coffee for second breakfast to be enjoyed on the lakeside.

yellowstone 20188I past the gift shop, bravely, only looking at the shop windows. What a will power! It hurt…

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The numerous lakes and rivers were deep blue, sky deep blue. Passing each I let out a deep sigh. Had to take a picture! “What is it with you Finns”, Hubby asked. I don’t know but the love for water is deep in our souls.


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vankka illallinen ja hupia pitkin iltaa

BAR-T-5 Covered Wagon Cookout, Jackson Hole WY

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Isäntä oli keksinyt iltaruokailu tapahtumaksi aidon cowboy illallisen Jackson Holessa! Kolmen tunnin ilta ohjelma alkoi pienen hirsituvan pihalta. (Tietenkin ehdimme kurkata kaupankin puolelle, mutta mitään erikoista ei siellä ollut. Kaulahuivia katselin, ilta alkoi viileänä.) Muutama pariskunta oli paikalla yhtä aikaa ja ajattelin, että taitaa olla kiva pieni joukko koolla. Olikin pikapuolin, 180!  Kaukainen sukulainen, Nick-setä Wilson oli aloittanut tradition 1856 ja nyt kaksi perhettä, sukupolvia myöhemmin ovat laajentaneet seikkailuja 4 päivän vankkuriretkiin ja tuhtiin kolmen tunnin illallismenoihin. Matkan alussa kuulimme historiaa ja letkeitä cowboy juttuja. Iltamiin on kaksi eri matkaa, olimme viimeisessä. Ensimmäisen retken palattua olimme ihmeisämme miten monta ihmistä oli viettänyt iltaa nauttien  täällä. Parhaina turistikausina kaksi eri ruokailuaikaa,  vankkuriletkaa vie 200 ruokailijaa metsän poikki piknik- paikalle, missä pitkät pöydät lämpölamppujen illalla viileässä ulkoilmassa odottavat. Matkan varrella ryövärit piileskelevät puiden takana, ilmassa kuuluu ammuntaa. Jotkut tarkkailevat mäen rinteellä vankkuriketjua. Kuin elokuvissa konsanaan. Olemme Villissä Lännessä!

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Meidän ajurimme on nuori 20- vuotias Taylor, yksi perheen tyttäristä. Hän kertoi perheestään ja perinteistä. Opiskelee röntgenhoitajaksi, mutta haluasi nähdä maailmaa! Hevosemme olivat Davy and Crockett. Kaikilla hevospareilla oli samantyyppisiä nimiä, Daniel ja Boone, Davy and Crockett ja niin edelleen, kaikki olivat hyvin käyttäytyviä. Saimme viltit pysyäksemme lämpiminä. Leikkiä matkalla, kuka olet, mistä tulet ja mistä jäätelöstä tykkäät! Tutustuttiin hieman muihin kanssa matkustajiin.

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Ilmassa tuoksuu grilli! Sitä ennen, vatsan jo kurniessa,  hauskaa cowboy tyylinen ohjelmaa, hupia, leikkejä, musiikkia! Juttuja paikallisesta ja perheen historiasta. Viulut, kitarat ja laulut ovat osa hauskasta ohjelmasta, ja yleisöä haettiin leikkeihin mukaan. Vieraita on jopa Australiasta asti. Olin ainoa suomalainen, heh. Vieressämme istui vanhempi pariskunta ja toisella puolen newlyweds, vastanaineet. Pöytään mahtui 10-12 ruokailijaa.

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Ruoka ei olisi voinut olla maukkaampaa, luista irtoavaa grilli lihaa kastikkeella, hitaasti kypsytettyä kanaa, maissintähkä, baked bean papuja, joissa oli kiva ananaksen makeus, sämpylä, brownies. Juomina kuuma kaakao, lemonade, kahvi. Ei alkoholijuomia, olimme mormonien kotikunnilla. Vatsat täyttyivät. Erilainen ilta!

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Jatkoille, Cowboy Bar! Ehdimme vielä käydä oluella kuuluisassa baarissa, kaupungin keskustassa. “You have not been to Jackson if you have not been to Cowboy Bar.” Baari oli tupaten täynnä, joimme lasilliset paikallista tummaa amber olutta. Baaritiski oli koristeltu vanhoilla hopeadollareilla, nimeltä Million Dollar Bar. Varmasti olikin. Baarimikolla oli aikaa vaihtaa pari sanaa. Itse asiassa hän opetti minulle, kuinka juomaservieteistä tehdään kaunis viuhkamainen pino. Yritän opetella seuraavia vieraita varten.  Paikka on kuuluisa paitsi vilkkaasta asiakaskunnasta, baarituoleista mitkä ovat satuloita. No joo, en osannut nousta satulalle vaikka kuinka yritin. Kun takanani alkoi kuulua nauruakin, jätin yritykset. Vaikka eihän minua siellä kukaan olisi tuntenut. Isäntä istui kuin farmin omistaja, kunnon new- york- city- cowboy, leveä hymy naamallaan.
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