It’s been a long full day today, and I almost forgot about explaining that last photo in the last posting, until I heard Hubbie from his computer say — in a voice that was meant for me to hear — “Okay, I give up. What is it?”
That’s another view of the critter picture he was looking at. It’s not often a turtle flies by at eye level!
Returning home from the Cleveland Clinic, we nearly always stop here:That’s the famous bear sculpture in front of our Cabela’s store in the southeastern section of our state. (I don’t know, does every Cabela’s have this? Does every state have a Cabela’s, the famous sporting goods store?)
Inside, one of our favorite places to visit is the Aquarium, featuring fish one would find in a typical river of the northern Midwest. Come, take a walk through the Aquarium with me:The walkway has aquarium windows on both sides. The habitat is what you would see, probably, if you snorkeled through one of these rivers. Tree roots and all. Very restful to walk among the fish, which moved around in a constant slow motion.
Shiny fish in the roots:
Blue spotted fish:
One fish gave my camera “that look” —
The large catfish didn’t photograph well; just big gray blobs with whiskers sticking out all over. But here’s a strange one. He spent the whole time hiding in the root of a tree, but all you can see is his shiny bluish-gray mouth, kind of like a weird fish visitor from another world:
And that turtle kept swimming by. Ever seen the underside of a lively turtle?
I think my Dad brought one of these home, one time when I was a little girl. He seemed very pleased by his catch:
And back to “reality” — When you walk out of the Aquarium, the first thing you see are these:A little ironic, really, but after all, this is a SPORTING Goods store. I guess seeing all the fish makes some people want to buy these. Hubbie looked at the price tags….we’re not going fishing anytime soon.
It’s not all fish —
There really is a family named “Cabela.” They were expert large game hunters, and in the spirit of President Teddy Roosevelt, they promoted the healthy, manly life of big game hunting and fishing and camping, rock climbing, hiking….The store is filled with displays of big game that were killed, stuffed, and arranged in a likeness of their actual habitats.
One can see – very close up – moose, musk ox, elk, wolves, lions, a white rhino, deer from every continent, mountain goats. All the animals are posed to show them doing what they do in their natural habitat. The several generations of Cabelas were really into “education.” There are photos of themselves on their safaris.
I’ve taken so many photos throughout the years, but this time I focused on the elephant:
Before we left the store, we took our customary trip over to the gun section. Hubbie wants a shotgun, I want a pistol. I’m interested in a certain Glock; there is an interesting Beretta, but it’s a little clunky and heavy. And I just love the little Winchester .9 mm wooden handled pistol – perfect size for the purse and rather interesting looking. I don’t know what people would think of a wooden handled pistol, but it looks “friendly” and comfortable.
Hubbie insisted I try a couple shotguns on for size. “Look through the scope,” he kept saying. Until finally he said, “Don’t get a shotgun” — meaning, he hinted rather bluntly, that I didn’t look too natural holding a big long thing like that. They just don’t “fit” very well.
Really, this “tourist stop” for us is like a little trip far away from home. Another couple hours and we were home, to our little village that we “don’t live in” as I explained before. Only the post office thinks we live here, but it’s close enough after a long trip to another state.
We turn right at the one and only town traffic light, and then after a fifteen minute trip through the country, we’re home. To our own critters waiting for us that evening:
Home, sweet home.