A walk in the desert
It all started with an old airplane, baking in the New Mexico desert. It could have been a scene from a movie . . . crashed and presumed lost; miles from anywhere . . . I looked at the mountains in the distance and wondered if I could have crossed them on foot . . .
Being what I am, I decided to try . . . As I got closer it didn't look so rough . . .
But as I got into it, the ground got rugged fast
Most alarming, everyone else walking the old mule paths had snake leggings and sticks. And of course there were warning signs . . . and I had sneakers and nothing else. You can see the leggings on this guy, retreating downhill . . .
Moving into the high country, I ran into last week's snow. Good thing, because I didn't have any water . . .
The road wound ever higher, and as the air got thin I imagined prospectors leading mules over these same tracks 150 years ago
I finally walked through the pass at 6,200 feet, and it felt like I could see 100 miles . . .
I was very lucky to have a guide. Here he is . . . Hal Ettinger
After walking back down, I took a cable car to the top of another set of mountains, just in time for purple sunset . . .
I loked down over the US-Mexico border. The border fence is the squiggly line through the upper right; the right lights ar eMexican, the left are Texan.
Being what I am, I decided to try . . . As I got closer it didn't look so rough . . .
But as I got into it, the ground got rugged fast
Most alarming, everyone else walking the old mule paths had snake leggings and sticks. And of course there were warning signs . . . and I had sneakers and nothing else. You can see the leggings on this guy, retreating downhill . . .
Moving into the high country, I ran into last week's snow. Good thing, because I didn't have any water . . .
The road wound ever higher, and as the air got thin I imagined prospectors leading mules over these same tracks 150 years ago
I finally walked through the pass at 6,200 feet, and it felt like I could see 100 miles . . .
I was very lucky to have a guide. Here he is . . . Hal Ettinger
After walking back down, I took a cable car to the top of another set of mountains, just in time for purple sunset . . .
I loked down over the US-Mexico border. The border fence is the squiggly line through the upper right; the right lights ar eMexican, the left are Texan.
Comments
your copy of the book will be swiftly sent to you as soon as printing is done! not for another couple of months. woof!
My son and I, both Aspergians, take tons of pictures on walks, hikes, and at events. I had a hard time at my daughter's wedding because she asked me not to have a camera, but to just enjoy the wedding. But it was hard for me to enjoy it without having the camera between me and all the people I didn't know.
I don't know why. Just know it's so!
Sir, thank yer lucky stars for your Aspitude! It led you to ignore and escape the Deweyite mental programming of the government schools. Sadly, it seems to have worked on your brother, judging by what I have seen of his writing.
Basically, I don't consider the part of the country in which you live to be really part of the USA anymore.
I will make exceptions for old-fashioned Swamp Yankees, of which there might be some where you live, judging from your bear post.
Thank you.