Jake’s Sunday Post: Natural Resources

“The nation behaves well, if it treats the natural resources as assets which it must turn over to the next generation, increased and not impaired in value.”   ~ Theodore Roosevelt

Jake’s Sunday Post theme this week is natural resources, and there are so many ways one could approach this challenge. Wiki defines the term like this, “Natural resources occur naturally within environments that exist relatively undisturbed by mankind, in a natural form…………..Some are essential for our survival, whilst most are used for satisfying our wants.”

One of the world’s most used, non-renewable natural resources, is oil, and it’s being used at a rate much faster than nature can create it. I was fascinated to see several pumpjacks, popularly known as a ‘nodding donkeys’, when we were travelling through the countryside, on our way to Mount Rushmore.

Another natural resources has to be our magnificent wild animals. Sadly, because of man’s greed and ignorance, some species, like these rhinos, are becoming in danger of extinction. Rhinos have been around for over 50 million years, but the world population of rhinos has dropped by 90% in the past 30 years. Since the start of the “poaching epidemic” in South Africa in 2008, the country has lost over 1500 rhinos. Because of a belief by some people, that powdered rhino horn has the power to cure many medical conditions, from impotency to cancer, it is selling on the international market for $60,000, and is more expensive than gold, platinum and cocaine.

I love to visit our wildlife parks in South Africa, where the emphasis is on conservation and the protection of  various endangered species.

The big cats are definitely my favourites.

Water, as we all know, is a very necessary natural resource, but for those of you who don’t like to drink it neat, here is a pic of the Cave Spring Hollow in Lynchburg TN, which has been the water source for  Jack Daniel’s whiskey, for over 140 years.

Of course, we all have to eat to survive, and yesterday, I paid a visit to our favourite local grocery store. On display were many examples of natural resources which had been grown and harvested especially for human consumption.

In spite of Thanksgiving a couple of days ago, there were still plenty of these left. It seems that turkeys aren’t in any danger of becoming extinct, at least in America,

Many more sources of protein are available from our natural resources under the sea,

and I bought some of this lovely fresh salmon for dinner this evening.

Of course, when all’s said and done, I’m sure you’ll agree that the most precious of all our natural resources, which needs to be nurtured, protected and treasured, are our children, for they are the hope of the world tomorrow.

To find links to more posts on Jake’s fascinating theme, just click here.

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‘Snow falling on cedars’ on the icy road to Rushmore.

Day 3 from my journal:

We woke up to find that about 2 inches of snow had fallen overnight and it was still snowing. After  breakfast and when hubby had scraped all the snow off the car windows, we set off for Mount Rushmore. I said I wanted a pic of the snowy scene outside the hotel before we set off, but hubby said, “Oh, it’s going to get much worse than this where we’re going. I think we’re in for a bit of what we had yesterday.”  “Great,” I thought, and said, “What ARE we doing?” When you book a holiday, you can never be sure what you will find at the other end. I was reminded of the title of the book by David Guterson, “Snow falling on cedars,” as we set off through the white and grey landscape.

Actually, the snow thinned out after a few miles, and I relaxed. We still had nearly 600kms to go though. A little further along the road, the wind became so strong and the snow was blowing across the road. Every time one of those huge, ugly rigs passed us going in the opposite direction, our car shook from side to side. My iPod was playing Andrea Bocelli singing “The Prayer.” I thought the words were very close to what I was thinking, “ I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go…………Guide us with your grace, to a place where we’ll be safe.”  There were few vehicles on the road and it would have been a good day to stay at home beside a log fire, with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate. It really looked like mid winter instead of spring out there.

I was thinking about the time when this area was populated by the Red Indian tribes until the 1800’s. They must have spent a miserable 8 months of the year, living in their tents in the snow and freezing cold with their babies, children and old people. Why didn’t they migrate south to warmer climes, I wondered? We passed through a small town and saw a sign, “88 miles to Buffalo.” Then we were back into the snow-covered countryside. The road was now clear though and we were able to get up to 65mph.  Bob Dylan was singing, “Beyond the horizon,” and I was wondering what exactly was beyond that white horizon I could see ahead. The sky and land matched perfectly; pure white.

We saw a few “nodding donkeys” quite close to the road. These are oil well pumps which draw the oil out of the ground. Hubby obligingly got out to take a photo, and, I suspect, peed icicles behind the car. 😉

We drove through a place called “Ten Sleep” with a population of 343. I wondered whether they repaint the sign after each birth or death. The road then passed through Big Horn National forest, and we saw, through a misty haze, rocks hundreds of feet high, towering on either side and covered in snow and fir trees. At least today there was a crash barrier along the side of the road as I peered down into the chasm way below us. Hubby again stopped to get a pic for me, and you of course.

We rose ever higher around icy hairpin bends and a snow plough going “Hell for Leather” whizzed past us in the opposite direction, with snow flying up into the air, as it cut through the drifts at the side of the road. We passed “Sitting Bull Camp Ground.” Not much camping going down this weather, I thought. Then “Big Horn Ski Resort” which made a lot more sense. Now, the road was all white and only marked out by tall sticks at the side, every few yards. I think the snow ploughs have a full time job here. It was actually much worse than yesterday, but it didn’t seem as scary today because we’d done it all before.

We saw a sign pointing to pre-Cumbrian rocks, 3 billion years old, but couldn’t see anything for the snow, and driving through “Powder River Pass” there was a complete white-out. We just had to have faith that the road would eventually lead us somewhere and soon. I asked silly questions like, “Are you sure we have enough petrol?” and “How far to the nearest loo?” As we started to descend, hubby took the car out of 4 wheel drive. The roads became clear of snow and the temperature rose to -2 degrees. The wind was still gusting across the road, but we could see the green grass and then soon a few house came into view.

In Buffalo, population 3900, we found a loo in a supermarket and speaking to a couple of locals, were told that the snow is very unusual so late in the season. Chunks of ice were falling off the roof of the car as we pulled into the gas station. The sun was coming out. A rough-looking guy tried to hitch a lift to Casper, whilst hubby was pumping gas. I gave  hubby my ‘Death look’, but he isn’t the type to give a ride to a stranger. This guy might be a serial killer on the run, my fertile imagination tells me.

On to the Interstate 90 and there was no snow to be seen, except on the mountains behind us, It started to rain hard, but that was better than snow. We passed a huge truck with a sign painted on the back saying “DO NOT PUSH.” Would anyone really try?

We made a slight detour to Devil’s Tower which rises dramatically to a height of 1,280 feet above the Belle Fouche River. This has become a rock climbing Mecca and was featured in the movie “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” It was an important landmark for the Plains Indian Tribes, who called it “ Mateo Tepee” or “Grizzly Bear Lodge.”

After seeing this, we stopped off at the ‘Devil’s Tower Trading Post’ for a hot chocolate and blueberry muffin, which was so very welcome after the long journey. The parking spaces right outside were reserved for Harley Davidsons, but no sign of any this weather. We drove on to Rushmore and found our lovely hotel for the night. Clever hubby had found it on the internet and got 25% discount for a last minute booking.

I’m sorry that we are only here for one night. The suite is really gorgeous and there is a gym and a hot tub down the passage.Tomorrow we will actually go to Mount Rushmore, Deadwood, the Custer Memorial and then on to Billings Montana.

Now I’m rushing off to play the piano for the shoppers at the mall, But I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you some more of my tale. Have a great day everyone.