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  • CORNY: Intern Stanley Yung arrived at end of Olathe Sweet Corn season

    Cindy Wehling

Here comes camouflage

Some of the men you see walking down the streets of this town of 1,400 look a mite peculiar these days. Their faces are deliberately dirty and they're wearing camouflage. It's the first clue that summer is close to over and fall is moving in fast. The earliest hunters to appear are always the ones who make it hard on themselves; they're the ones who either shoot old-fashioned muzzle-loaders or aim arrows from high-tech bows. They're kind of elite, since they have to move in close to even hope of downing a deer or elk.

An even more noticeable sign that seasons are overlapping is the increasingly flat slant of sunlight and chill of early morning. The chill doesn't hold; by noon the thermometer has shot up to as high as 80 degrees, an ascent of 40 degrees or more. For many of us in the West, this is the best of many best times of year, when the air is as tart as a Jonathan apple. Speaking of apples, Colorado agriculture officials predict the crop this year will be formidable: 80 million pounds of apples. Last year the harvest was a mere 35 million pounds.

... and here comes an intern

New intern Stanley Yung, who graduated this June from Stanford University with a degree in history, tells us he arrived at High Country News from his home in Vancouver, Canada, somewhat dazed. He'd just spent the summer hitching along the eastern slope of the Himalayan and Karakoram ranges, and along the way, he made a side excursion to complete the ritual circumambulation of Mount Kailash, the source of the four major rivers of Central Asia and the most sacred mountain to Tibetan Buddhists. Unfortunately, he underestimated the importance in an authoritarian country of obtaining the right travel permits, and upon completion of his hike he was expelled from China.

Stan, a native British Columbian, continues to have run-ins with immigration officials. His Colorado stay is currently shadowed by Immigration and Naturalization Service threats of deportation, due to a minor discrepancy in his visa. With any luck, he'll soon be able to settle his status and stop living in fear of a midnight INS raid on his free digs in HCN's intern house. Stan has worked as an intern before; recently, at the Department of the Interior in Washington, D.C., and earlier with the Stanford Environmental Law Clinic.

Corrections and emendations

J. Perley Fitzgerald tells us her photo of a sign showing directions for the town of Buffalo and the town of Bison was taken in North, not South, Dakota, for which we apologize.

Cindy Pieropan, housing planner for the city of Boulder, Colo., writes that the town has not sold a mobile-home park to the park's residents, as we indicated in a story Aug. 17. "We would be thrilled if eventually this did end up a resident-owned park," she says, "but it is a bit premature to make a blanket declaration that it will be so."

A reader who identifies himself only as "El Pollo Loco" e-mailed us a correction involving one letter in the alphabet. In his column about legislative riders sitting low in the saddle Aug. 31, Jon Margolis added an s to the title of the biblical book, "Revelation." We e-mailed back our apology to whoever goes by the name "insane chicken." We love minutiae, too.

Mark Muro at the Arizona Daily Star tells us that Donnie Darr, a lifelong cowboy from Vail, Colo., was also a major helper in the corralling of runaway bison Bart, whom we wrote about Sept. 8. The Star made great hay with the Bart saga. One of reporter Jill Jorden Spitz's stories began this way: "Here's what didn't work in the Great Buffalo Hunt of West Tucson: juicy watermelon slices, a makeshift fence made of garden hose, a woman in a buffalo suit."

Apologies to Allyson Mathis for changing her residence not once, but twice, in listing her as a contributor to this paper's Research Fund. For some reason, she says, we insist on moving her from Des Moines, N.M., to the more common Des Moines, Iowa. "I have never been in Iowa," she insists. The third time is the charm.

* Betsy Marston for the staff

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