Blue Highways: Danbury, Wisconsin

Unfolding the Map

Driving with the windows open, trying to get the mosquitoes out, we try to find a place to sleep with William Least Heat-Moon (LHM).  Just more irritants in his trip through Wisconsin.  The post is a little all over the place, because I don't want to do too much backtracking.  But we'll all survive.  Buzz on over to the map to locate Danbury, Wisconsin and our resting spot.

Book Quote

"Lying atop the sleeping bag in the hot night, I heard the first mosquito.  I put the screens in place but it was too late.  Under the pinching bites I lay sweating and cursing.  Unable to stay awake driving, now I couldn't sleep lying down.  I was living someone's nightmare.  "These are the days that must happen to you," Whitman says.

"....Finally I gave up and pulled off the screens, and, with windows wide open, drove flat out down the highway to blast away the insects.  At Danbury I parked by the town hall, put the screens in place, and again went to bed.  I slapped a mosquito and fell asleep."

Blue Highways: Part 7, Chapter 11

The Old Hole in the Wall casino in Danbury, Wisconsin. Photo by Holter and found at Panoramio. Click on photo to go to host page.

Danbury, Wisconsin

I've already written about mosquitoes, so I don't plan to spend much time on them.  But there is one sound that just drives me complete nuts when I hear it.  Here's the scenario.  You are sleeping, or at least dozing, in the early morning.  All of a sudden, you hear it.  A sound at the very edge of your hearing.  A high-pitched whine that sounds far away.  It barely registers on your sleepy awareness.  But it gets louder, gradually, coming closer and closer to one of your ears sticking out invitingly from underneath the covers or, more likely, the sleeping bag.

There are other sounds which cause momentary discomfort, such as fingernails raking down a chalk board or someone's annoying voice.  But a mosquito buzzing your ear, clearly looking to land and make a meal out of your blood, is possibly the most annoying sound ever.  When you slap at your ear, the sound disappears for a moment, only to make a reappearance and slowly draw closer, closer and closer.  If you are going to make it stop, you might have to let the mosquito land on you and try to crush it with a swat.  Otherwise, you'll play a game with the mosquito all morning until you get out of bed.  When you get locked into that repetitive scenario with a mosquito, it can ruin a perfectly fine morning under the covers.

I applaud LHM for his tactic of driving fast with all the windows down to blast the mosquitoes out of Ghost Dancing so that by the time he gets to Danbury, he's rid his van of probably 90 percent of the mosquitoes.  In all my years alive I have never used that tactic to get a flying bug out of the car.  When you get a bug in the car, it can be something that you never see, such as a tiny spider that has set up shop inside your glove box or in the back by the window.  Unless it bites me, I don't really care if such an insect is there.  Sometimes it can be a minor annoyance, like a mosquito, though one curious thing about mosquitoes is once they get into the car they seem to only want to get out, and don't appear to be interested in the occupants at all.  At least that's what seems to happen when I see them in the vehicle in the daytime.  Perhaps the heat of the day warms up the car and plays havoc with the mosquito's infra-red heat detection system.  At night, I can't say because I don't usually notice them.

Sometimes, the bug in the car can be downright frightening.  Have you been in a car and suddenly notice a bee trying to get out?  Usually, when I see a bee frantically trying to get out, I pull over and try to get help it somehow using paper or anything that I can wave at it.  The problem with bees is that they get so single-minded in trying to get out the back window, they usually get stuck.  I have found dead bees in the back window when I've been detailing my car, sometimes with nothing left but some legs and wings.

Perhaps driving with all the windows down would cause enough airflow to get a bee out of the car, but I'd be afraid that the bee would blow back on me and sting me.  I don't want to get stung because I have a fear that I'm allergic to bees.  I'm allergic to a lot of stuff, so it wouldn't surprise me that I would be allergic to bees too.  I don't want to go into anaphylactic shock - my wife found out that she's allergic to fire ants in that way and it scared the living hell out of me.  So, when it comes to bees, I'll just pull over and try to get it out the old fashioned way, with paper or some other device I can wave at it.

But mosquitoes?  If they are in my car, I'll make the interior such a wind tunnel that they won't know what hit them!

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There's precious little information on Danbury and it's sister Town of Swiss, but apparently it was the scene of a Bigfoot sighting!  If you know me, you know I love unexplained mysteries and strange stuff.  I don't necessarily believe in Bigfoot or Sasquatch, but I love that other people believe and I always keep an open mind.  Apparently, the Ojibwe Indians nearby are familiar with the Danbury creature.  Now that's a reason to visit Danbury!

Musical Interlude

You'd think that there would be a bunch of songs that talk about driving with the windows down, but I could only find Driving With the Windows Down by a band on Myspace called the Crunchy Western Boys, a bluegrass band who appear to hail from New Hampshire.  It's a pretty decent song, in my opinion.  I'd go to see this band!  Hit the "play" button below to hear the song.

Driving With The Windows Down

If you want to know more about Danbury

Forts Folle Avoine
Wikipedia: Danbury
Wikipedia: Town of Swiss

Next up:  West of Minong, Wisconsin

Blue Highways: Sand Mountain, Nevada

Unfolding the Map

Click on Thumbnail for MapThe cosmic symphony comes alive in today's post, as William Least Heast-Moon passes by Sand Mountain, an enormous dune in the alkali flat desert of Nevada off Highway 50.  Did you know a sand mountain can sing?  Read on, and read about other types of sounds in our natural environment.  To see where Sand Mountain is located, click on the map thumbnail, to your right, while you groove to the sounds of Earth, Wind and Fire (below).

Book Quote

"The argument whether or not Sand Mountain had crossed the highway made more sense when I saw the thing - a single massive mound of tawny sand, a wavy hump between two larger ridges of sage and rock.  It was of such size that, while it wasn't perhaps big enough to be a mountain by everybody's definition, it was surely more than a dune.  Nevadans once called it "Singing Sand Mountain" because of the pleasant hum in the blowing sands, but no one has heard the mountain since off-road vehicles from California took it over."

Blue Highways: Part 5, Chapter 10

Sand Mountain, Nevada. Photo by basis104 on Panoramio. Click on photo to go to site.

Sand Mountain, Nevada

The existence of a "singing sand mountain" makes me feel strangely happy.  I couldn't really put my finger on it at first, but I think I understand why.  The sense that the earth "sings" is comforting for a number of reasons.

I have not stepped foot on Sand Mountain.  Like LHM, I passed by it on Highway 50 at a distance.  My wife and I noted that it was there, and I think that she read while we zipped by that it was a singing sand mountain.  As a sand dune, it is subject to the elements and therefore, not only does it sing, it has probably moved to various places during its existence.  This is alluded to when LHM stops in Frenchman and a person sitting near him at the counter mentions that Sand Mountain has moved across the highway.  Knowing these facts about a natural feature almost begs us to give it some kind of anthropomorphic attributes.  For a moment, I can get in touch with those primordial feelings that made our human ancestors worship geographical phenomena, like mountains and rivers, as actual gods, or manifestations of divinity on earth.

But there is more to it than that.  I buy into the fact that humans affect the planet with our activities.  I have no problem that we contribute to climate change through our release of chemical compounds into the atmosphere.  I know that we affect the environment.  Our endeavors have leveled mountains, and have created lakes where there once were rivers.  The Three Gorges Dam in China, for example, concentrated so much water in one place that it had perceptible effects on the very rotation of the earth.  We have remade landscapes to suit us.  We have and continue to mow down forests.  We create giant landfills to store our discarded items that will take thousands of years to decompose.  Even now, pools of melted radioactive materials are sitting at the bottom of reactors in Japan after a tsunami hit them, and who knows how long it will be before humans can safely inhabit those areas again.  We have left our calling cards in the world's highest and lowest places, and even on the moon.

And yet, a sand dune sings!

We know that people sing, and we hear songlike attributes in many animals.  My dog sometimes trills in her excitment, and my other dog, gone now for about five years or so, used to howl when we hit notes, with our voices or with instruments, that resonated with him.  Much has been made of the communicative songs of whales and other mammals in the ocean depths.  Birds sing in communication, and insects use their legs and other parts of their bodies to create marvelous little rhythmic tunes.  Once a seal, watching me curiously from the water with only it's head exposed, seemed to sing a little short tune at me before diving into the waves.

When I was much younger, I used to have an album by Stewart Copeland called The Rhythmatist, which was the music from his documentary of the same name.  He had traveled through Africa, and was introduced to rocks called rock gongs.  When struck, these rocks make sounds, some audible, others so low on the frequency scale that they can not be heard by human ears.  One can always hit or strike things in nature to make a sound.  A band from the Basque Country in Spain, Oreka Tx, has a documentary called Nömadak Tx that chronicles their music making adventures with other cultures around the world.  In one part they make their native instrument, txalaparta, out of stone, in another part they makeone out of ice.  As beautiful as the sounds of these instruments are, they need human help to make the sound.  Natural sounds, made by nature through nature, are different.

Inanimate objects we don't often associate with singing, yet well placed crevices or cracks and a rush of wind or water can cause natural sounds that change with the rhythm of air or waves.  As I grew up on the Northern California coast, I knew a number of spots where seawater, rushing into cracks along the rocky coastline, either pushed water or air through holes and created moaning or whistling sounds.  These sounds were often crashing and mournful, as if some being had been locked up in the tides and was mourning the loss of her freedom.

Apparently atoms can make sounds.  A couple of articles I found seems to indicate that atoms moving make a simple click sound as they move.  Scientists observing atoms, if they do certain procedures, can create a sound which seems "heartbreaking."

In fact the entire earth, according to scientists, actually emits notes and tunes of power and complexity.  the scientists don't know what causes these tunes, which are imperceptible to the human ear but which I have to believe have some impact upon us on a subconscious level.  What might the earth be singing about?  Is it singing in eternal joy?  Is it communicating with its brothers and sisters in the solar system?  Is it singing its loneliness in the cosmos?

But why stop there?  Radio telescopes pick up the sounds of stars being born, stars dying, distant objects moving toward or away from us, and even sounds from the instant after the Big Bang.  We are surrounded by the singing of the universe around us.  Every moment, every happening, is accompanied by a movement of energy that can be converted into a sound if we choose to do so.

Is this the physical manifestion of what Dante called "the sweet symphony of Paradise?"  Is this the seven perfect tones that Cicero believed held the universe together?  These questions are beyond my ability to understand.  I've always been drawn to music, and regardless of whether that music comes from the intellect of human musical genius, an animal communicating something to another, an earthly non-human source, or the cosmos, I am glad that a universal song is constantly playing.  When I sing or make a note on an instrument, I too join that cosmic symphony and am connected with the universe.

And I'm comforted to know that after I am long gone, after humans have played out their journey in this universe, most likely somewhere, sand dunes will still be singing.

Musical Interlude

This song seems very appropriate for the musical interlude, given that it's a joyful song, advocates singing as healing, and was conceived by a band that takes its name from the elements.  I must say that I really love Earth, Wind and Fire.  Enjoy Sing a Song.

If you want to know more about Sand Mountain

Nevada Destination Guide: Sand Mountain
Roadside America: Sand Mountain
Wikipedia: Sand Mountain

Next up:  Salt Wells, Nevada