Snail's Postcard Post


Considering the last Postcard Post inspired by the controversial running of the bulls in Pamplona, I’m dedicating this post to those of us with fur, feathers, scales, tails, and/or flippers.

Coastal Plain of the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge with the Brooks Range behind.

From a leader of an outdoors expedition group. (We called ourselves The Dominoes.)

From Papa Snail.

From a middle school-high school pen pal.

Caption: “California Roosevelt Elk. Roosevelt Elk are readily seen in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park. A protected herd of 200 roam freely and graze alongside California’s Redwood highway.”
From Mama Snail, July 25, 2002
“on our way to Oregon tomorrow–today we saw a herd of these Roosevelt elk. We’re staying up near the Oregon border tonight. Got to see where the Klamath River meets the sea–seals surfing in the waves, Native Americans fishing for salmon–saw a pelican dive in + catch a fish almost too heavy for it to take off.”

Woodford County, Kentucky






From Mama Snail on tour for her first book, June 29, 1999
Here I am in Kentucky–lots of rail fences and the most beautiful horses, rolling green countryside. All the racehorses are bred here–They have a park with all the different kinds of horses–I wish I could go there.”

For the complete series of postcards from Mama Snail’s whirlwind first tour, check out the very first edition of Postcard Post!






















Sent from a friend in Greece for a wedding about two years ago. She says when she was choosing a postcard to buy, the vendor said, “Here, you get one with ass.”

Geiá sas! The donkey says hello as well. The Greek wedding was CRAZY!! There were old women dressed entirely in black dancing on tables, large Greek men pretending to strip, (they were rather hairy,) gunshots being fired into midair and lots of ouzo. I have swam (and peed) in the Aegean and Mediterranean Sea: The water was simply wonderful and the half naked people bronze, toned, and beautiful, making me rather self-concious” 

For more of her stream-of-consciousness postcards, check out ‘The Fab Four’ and ‘Illustrated Places’ posts.





























Holsteins under the maple trees in Vermont.

 As I wrote in ‘The Beach’ post, Buffalo arrived on Catalina Island–the most developed (not very) of California’s Channel Islands–in 1924 when they were shipped from the mainland for a movie shoot! The human-accustomed bovines continue to thrive unconfined on Santa Catalina. In their evolutionarily short time on the island, they have gotten smaller– an adaptation of many animals, known as island dwarfism–allowing them to live in balance with the island’s small-scale ecosystem. Since the 1960′s, the Catalina Island Conservancy ( has introduced bull calves from Wyoming to the herd to prevent inbreeding. These days, the Conservancy returns the favor by sending Catalina bison to strengthen herds in the Western states. 

Sent from a friend July 9, 2004

Two more from Mama Snail’s first tour:





June 18, 2000


June 15, 2000
I didn’t even get to spend the night in Houston! I’m flying tonight to Austin. The reading here was small but there was a kid who wanted to be a writer, so that made me feel good.”





























Postcard for Sew L.A. For more like this, check out the ‘Clothes Horse’ post.

And finally, the sweetheart of the California-Baja coast, the harbor seal

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