In reply to Cams russia thread.
There's dirt poor, then there's desert poor. These graves sit mostly untended, the contents nameless.
The range cattle are fearless and hostile. They are known to attack the cowboys whos sorry lot it is to herd them. Wind power has been the only game here for 130 years. As it turns water is drawn from the Earth to feed these beasts and the bighorn sheep and bobcats that frequent the concrete water tanks.
Funny and sad that the only inhabital places here are the same ones the indians used for thousands of years. They too knew where and how to find water. We exterminate them, and then wonder at and study their creations.
The rock walls are festooned with faces.
I am a bad traveler. I don't know what it is, but it's about 14 inches long and is rampaging through the brush not far from my feet, devouring all before it. I have climbed a twenty foot water shoot to a secret grassy alcove. There is no sound but for the wind and the birds and the hungry reptile. I am far away from the bankers, the news and all the fucked up shit about the economy.
Mitchell Caverns. There is enough in that link about the caverns, so I'll just post a few pix of the inside and the many flowers there and around Banshee Canyon where we camped.
A welcome sight.
The menu; grilled potato chips, herbed goat cheese with grilled grapes, hotdogs stuffed with cheese, sourkraut and wrapped in bacon. Sage bread, roast potatoes. LOTS of beer and wine. I got way drunk, began doing a fire dance and fell face first into the flames ( serious ). I sort of rolled through the flames and onto the ground. My serape was on fire, but I quickly tapped it out and was otherwise unscathed. Note to self; no more fire dance.
There's dirt poor, then there's desert poor. These graves sit mostly untended, the contents nameless.
The range cattle are fearless and hostile. They are known to attack the cowboys whos sorry lot it is to herd them. Wind power has been the only game here for 130 years. As it turns water is drawn from the Earth to feed these beasts and the bighorn sheep and bobcats that frequent the concrete water tanks.
Funny and sad that the only inhabital places here are the same ones the indians used for thousands of years. They too knew where and how to find water. We exterminate them, and then wonder at and study their creations.
The rock walls are festooned with faces.
I am a bad traveler. I don't know what it is, but it's about 14 inches long and is rampaging through the brush not far from my feet, devouring all before it. I have climbed a twenty foot water shoot to a secret grassy alcove. There is no sound but for the wind and the birds and the hungry reptile. I am far away from the bankers, the news and all the fucked up shit about the economy.
Mitchell Caverns. There is enough in that link about the caverns, so I'll just post a few pix of the inside and the many flowers there and around Banshee Canyon where we camped.
A welcome sight.
The menu; grilled potato chips, herbed goat cheese with grilled grapes, hotdogs stuffed with cheese, sourkraut and wrapped in bacon. Sage bread, roast potatoes. LOTS of beer and wine. I got way drunk, began doing a fire dance and fell face first into the flames ( serious ). I sort of rolled through the flames and onto the ground. My serape was on fire, but I quickly tapped it out and was otherwise unscathed. Note to self; no more fire dance.
