Nowhere Near Down Under
Dawsonville, Georgia—Soon after boarding a safari truck, we spot a mob of kangaroos lounging beneath a stand of tulip poplars. Minutes later, we come upon about 40 more of the animals lolling in a grassy field. During the 90-minute tour, we see scores of them at this unlikely preserve of antipodean wildlife in the foothills of north Georgia, 60 miles from Atlanta.
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Debbie and Roger Nelson, who have been breeding kangaroos in Georgia since 1984, opened the Kangaroo Conservation Center in 2000. The 87-acre facility boasts the largest collection of kangaroos outside Australia. All told, there are 300 animals representing 8 marsupial species. Several species, such as the brush-tailed bettong and the potoroo—small rat-like kangaroos—are threatened or endangered. "We don't want to see kangaroo populations follow the way of Tasmanian tigers, Asian tigers, elephants, gorillas and many other mammals who are either extinct or close to it," Debbie Nelson says.
Growing up in Florida, Debbie developed her fondness for wildlife frequenting private zoos that bred penguins and flamingos and rehabilitated injured dolphins and manatees. Roger hails from a farm in Connecticut, where his family raised cattle as a hobby. She was an art historian and he a mechanical engineer before giving in to their passion for animals. It was after breeding deer, llamas and antelope that the Nelsons tried kangaroos, starting with reds, one of the largest of the species. "It appeared that kangaroos generally did not thrive in captivity," Debbie says. "The challenge to change that inspired us."
The center also exhibits blue-winged kookaburras, panther chameleons and 70 other animals native to Australia and the Asian islands. It has supplied about 425 exotic animals to 30 zoos around the world and is certified by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. The Nelsons "are doing a marvelous job," says Mickey Ollson, director of Wildlife World Zoo in Litchfield Park, Arizona, which has acquired kangaroos from the couple. "They're very, very dedicated to the animals."
Last year, more than 10,000 people visited the Kangaroo Conservation Center. Guided tours are $27.50.
—by Nancy Henderson
Hualpai Reservation, Arizona—Since opening in late March, the horseshoe-shaped, glass-bottomed steel deck extending 70 feet past the western rim of the Grand Canyon has been drawing some 2,000 visitors a day. The Hualapai tribe, which owns a million acres on this remote side of the canyon (90 miles from the national park), built the Grand Canyon Skywalk to lure tourists, most of whom come from Las Vegas, 120 miles to the west. (The basic skywalk package, with lunch, is $75 per person.) Visitors wear paper booties to avoid scratching the glass floor. Some people, perhaps spooked by being 4,000 feet above the canyon floor in the roaring wind, cling to the side rails. The Colorado River, which carved the spectacular chasm over a period of six million years, slithers like an emerald snake far below one's feet. A layered sandstone and limestone formation called Eagle Point looks like a giant bird with outspread wings. Black ravens dip and dive around the peach-colored cliffs. The view is, in a word, awesome.
—by Betsey Bruner
Hatch, New Mexico—Thousands pay homage to the hot pod over Labor Day weekend at the homegrown Hatch Chile Festival, now in its 36th year. The air is heavy with the sharp, smoky aroma of roasting green chiles, which aficionados lug home in 40-pound sacks to freeze and use throughout the year. Vendors sell ristras (bright red chiles on a string), chile peanut brittle, chile jam and chile rellenos (breaded deep-fried green chiles stuffed with cheese) on a stick. Chiles are "definitely an acquired taste," says Hatch mayor Judd Nordyke, an Iowa native, but they're also "addictive." The Green Chile Queen—the high schooler who gives the best speech about chiles (one past winner used PowerPoint)—walks the grounds in tiara and satin gown while crowds watch the juice fly and the tears flow at the chile-eating contest. The first to down eight pods wins.
—by Katy June-Friesen
New Orleans—During her lifetime, the African-American self-taught artist Clementine Hunter, who died in 1988 at the age of 102, was known to few outside the Deep South. Today her work is widely collected, and her paintings, which sold for 25 cents in the 1940s, have fetched as much as $20,000, her quilts even more. Now 27 never-before-exhibited Hunters are being shown at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art, in New Orleans, through September 30. "The collection is important in its thematic unity, to the history of Clementine and her legacy, and to Louisiana," says Ogden director J. Richard Gruber.
On loan from a private collector, the paintings reflect life in the 1930s at Melrose Plantation, in Natchitoches, Louisiana. The plantation was founded in 1796 by a freed slave woman and her son who subsequently bought slaves to work their tobacco and cotton fields. Hunter, born on a nearby plantation a century later, began working as a field hand at Melrose when she was 14. By the 1920s the plantation had become an artist's colony, attracting the likes of William Faulkner and John Steinbeck. Legend has it that Hunter first took up painting in the 1940s upon finding some discarded brushes and paints while cleaning up after a visit by the New Orleans artist Alberta Kinsey.
Hunter went on to produce 4,000 paintings, most of them oils. When she didn't have canvas she painted on cardboard, old window shades, bottles, even brown paper bags. By turns fanciful and rough, Hunter's works show Melrose's cotton fields, pecan groves, flower garden, laundry and kitchen. With her palette of bright colors slashed by blacks and browns, she chronicled weddings, river baptisms, funerals and courtships. Hunter remained at Melrose, now a National Historic Landmark, until the last decade of her life, when she moved to a house trailer a few miles away.