Welcome to my blog. My name is Susan Lulic Enholm. I will post poetry, short-short stories, photography, and travel experiences. The category Butterfly Wings will contain those incidental pieces that happen to float by and need a place to land.
First impressions — the city center plaza of Jackson Hole reminded me of Santa Fe. Western art galleries, shops ’til you drop, and restaurants line the square and trail along the side streets. Tourists love the place. In winter elk do, too. They live outside of town on the vast National Elk Refuge. To get started we drove straight to the visitor’s center for information and maps. Our list of places to see — National Museum of Wildlife Art, Grand Teton National Park, the Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve, Teton Village tram ride, and the byways that took us away from the main road.
Snowmelt cut our Snake River float trip time in half. The water raced along carrying logs, branches, and debris. Eagles, herons, pelicans, and beavers didn’t seem to notice the high water and flooded riverbanks. On our fifth and final day we returned to an old favorite, Yellowstone and the Hayden Valley.
Richard and I put together a last minute trip that turned out great. (Almost as great as my Arts High School senior class trip from Newark to D.C. The girls dressed up and wore high-heeled shoes. Oh, I remember the pain of walking for hours in 3-inch heels.) These many years later, I still had an issue. Since I didn’t bring my dog-walking shoes, my feet barked long and loud. On the plus side, our hotel was the right choice. We stayed at the Fairfield Inn and Suites on H Street, Chinatown – our appetite for sashimi, saki, and rainbow rolls was satisfied within a few easy blocks.
Our five days covered the Woodrow Wilson House, the Library of Congress, the Newseum (ticket is good for two days), and the Lincoln Memorial. We walked the Mall, watched squirrels scamper in the leaves, and took a 2-hour Sunday tour of Georgetown with Dwane Starlin. We spent hours the National Museum of the American Indian. We stood in line for ninety minutes to visit the National Museum of African American History and Culture. (Good luck with that! See my comments on Trip Advisor.) On a rainy Tuesday we did the not-to-be-missed East Building of the National Gallery of Art. The building opened in September and added 12,250 sq. feet of new exhibition space. A movable walkway connects the new space with the West Building.
I took photos of the quirky, the creative, and the somber. The internet has a zillion pictures of D.C. places. My imagination tells me to consider the usual, but I’m more interested in the other.
The retail shops on Rue Saint-Jean (Bayeux, France) were closed when I stopped for a second look. Jean Paul’s quirky window display of nude mannequins hit a high note in creative merchandising. Up and down the street, signs offering discounts were plastered on store front windows. Mannequins were dressed – some wore shoes. Some wore hats. I hope I have the right retailing idea, start with a naked body and customers will want to see your merchandise. How’s that, Jean Paul?
My bumper sticker reads Don’t Believe Everything You Think. The internet attributes the words to lyrics in a Lee Brice song. Anyway, an old car in Bozeman, MT had those words stickered on the rear bumper. I was on my way to Yellowstone, and those words rang true for me. Let go of negative thoughts. Stop being judgmental and stop second-guessing. A woman in a Sam’s Club parking lot read the sticker and commented to her friend, “Jimmy should read that. It’s one frickin’ good sticker.” If only those words had reached George Bush before he attacked Iraq.