Monday, April 15, 2019

Catwalk - Mayyyybe Not

Iz truhdeeshun to veezit das Catvalk ven Effer Vee are in zee neighborhoot.

But on April 9, I schtink....Mayyyyybe not.



Sunday, April 14, 2019

Datil Mayhem



Akin to Spiller in The Borrowers or Pig Pen in Peanuts, I can, in short order, convert even the most organized space into....







Cunnilingus and Fellatio, they find
A number of places to dined.
Appreciating the menus
But rejecting the venues
They went home and 69ed.

                            --- Incognito

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Silver City - A Space

Jean Robert Beffort's (Zchuan Roe-bAre Bay-four) A Space Studio and Gallery is a bucket-lister's MUST. Now in its ninth year, he made $15.00 the day I visited, but magic is priceless!

Susan (ten years in Rodeo, on the NM-AZ border) and Alan (Tucson) came in and held us spellbound with tales of Moscow, Idaho, where Alan summers, and the topper, this performance by Susan....


Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Gila River Spring



Tues, Apr 9. 5:27 pm

They ranged from blue-black
through tan 
to Pink. 

And through their many dialects 
I could hear their exortations, 
   
            "Pet me."



I demurred, 
saying my touch was 
not quite right. 

Perhaps, 

      I said, 

                someday 

                             she 

                                     may 

                                              come here.

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Friends

One day in Williamsburg, I was in Maria's Restaurant at the same time as Rex and we struck up a conversation. I'd passed his house several times on my way between Albuquerque and Deming and the Mercedes 220 had caught my attention. He invited me to stop by anytime.

After retiring from teaching at a university, he'd taken up ranching. Eventually he'd succumbed to the drought but manages  to get by.



With Blue Dawg





Robin dated his son and during that time they'd become friends. Tired of living in the Northwest, she rented out her house and moved down to help out around the "ranch."





Their house is the only one on highway one between T or C and Socorro. They've shouldered the responsibility of assuring lost Easterners that T or C is just down the road, Socorro DOES exist and there's a freeway access ramp not too far in either direction. They've even saved a few as more than one foolhardy hiker has shown up without enough water.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Datil Resort

Four FABULOUS days at Datil Resort.





Sitcheated on the side of a swale in a private subdivision of mostly 10-plus acre lots, the nearest neighbors are only visible with effort and their dog, when outside, is almost inaudible.

It's an octagon, with magnificent views of the valley. A single Mr. Buddy propane heater set on LOW is sufficient. With no running water, the komode, a Kohler (of course), has been modified to Poop-In-A-Bag (to the tune of Band On the Run). A shower stall is a nice amenity when outdoor bathing isn't an option. It drains to the ground where the septic tank would be. A single-burner, canister-fuel style stove augments a double sink with ample counter and cabinetry.

The walls are covered with interesting art, tapestries, colorful pieces of clothing. Shelves and window-sills are laden with beautiful glass bowls, vases, seashells and findings. Near the 12-foot ceiling, several strands of small, multi-colored LEDs criss-cross and encircle the room.

A magical place!

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Ambivalence? Nahhhhh.

As I pulled back the sleeping bag to crawl in, I realized I'd forgotten the Wave 3, stored in a box atop the roof. At just over 7,000 feet (2,134m), at 8:30 p.m. on an early Spring evening in Central New Mexico, in my slip-on loafers, drawers and t-shirt, I unlashed the lashing, clambered atop the back bumper, plucked the seldom-used-but-essential oil-drain pan from between the boxes and after nonchalantly tossing it into the night, unlatched the cover, hoping the wind, now having subsided to a strong breeze rather than the gale it'd been, wouldn't damage the hinges as I grabbed at the pillow case that protects the device from dust and lofted it up, up and down, down, onto the spare tire whilst quickly closing and re-latching the box. (Take THAT, Herr Proust!).

It's these rare moments that prompt thots of a sliiiigghtly larger rig (with 4wd now essential). But, you know, I wonder: do the larger-vehiculated replace transmissions the way the rest of us replace tires?

I've seen it done. I met Rick on a mountain side where he was busy replacing the carpeting on his 20-foot trailer that carried the Mercedes. He said it'd been a 20-point turn to get the 36-foot Bounder turned around. I was so awestruck at the fact he'd managed the bus, I forgot to ask about the trailer. (See:  Tricky Ricky Rocks)


Another time, adjacent a more level area, I nearly fell over from the shock as a beast similar to Wheelin' It's trundled past on a dirt track barely wide enough for Phoebe. There're a few intrepids out here. Fortunately, they're far between as it's often a challenge to get past another pickup on our preferred roads.

So, I guess that settles it, at least for the time being.

But I met a woman the other day who'd traded her 2012 Toyo Tundra for a 2003 Tacoma in order to satisfy her desire for maneuverability. We had an enjoyable lunch whilst empathizing over the advantages of smallness.