Author:
Minh Chau N. Ho
Results of the study won’t come in until after I’ve left. By now, there’s only Chris and I left and Matt, the intern coordinator, accompanies us most days. The boys have been getting ready and excited for the hunting season, which starts in September. As we work, they trade tips on guns, shells, tags, hunting spots, boats, hunting dogs and more. I chime in now and then about dogs, but otherwise the topics are foreign to this California urbanite. My knowledge of the sport has skyrocketed, and I can appreciate their enthusiasm. It’s a part of the Idaho culture I’ve come to love.
Once in a while we float the river searching for our tagged fish in preparation for habitat surveys in the fall. Most of our fish were detected in the Harriman Ranch where they were first tagged. The Foundation will survey fish habitats in Harriman again in the fall to compare with early and late summer observations. Sadly, I’ll be gone by then. Sometimes, we would find cattle loosed from their pastures on our floats. Someone would call into the office, and we would spend the afternoons checking for broken spots in our fences. Needless to say, I’ve added cattle herding to my list of first experiences this summer.
I wanted to close with my list of first experiences, in thanks to this extraordinary summer internship. Driving around the area has been an experience, and I like to take morning joy rides around Mesa Falls in search of wildlife. This summer, I saw eagles for the first time. My longer trips have taken me to the Grand Teton National Park, West Yosemite, and Bozeman, not to mention idyllic airport trips to Idaho Falls and Pocatello. The East Idaho State Fair in Blackfoot serves as my first true state fair experience.
In Ashton, I tried the famous huckleberry milkshake at the renowned Frostop.
And
the stars. Lack of urban areas make the
night sky less light polluted, so I like to contemplate the
constellations. The Perseid meteor
shower peaked on August 12th, and Ashton was one of the best places
to see it. Here, for the first time in a
long time, my sense of wonder grew.
(The interns still argue whether it’s
pronounced Fro-stop or Fros-top).
A
friend taught me how to ride this summer, and I attended my first rodeo and Dutch
oven BBQ – line dancing included, and I sadly (not really) don’t have any
photos to share. I caught my first fish
here, picked and tasted my first huckleberries here.