If there's anything that epitomizes the mundanity of the bureaucratic minds it's the assigning of place names. Thus we have Kofa from the: King Mine of Arizona. Nothing about the magnificence of the landscape, the strange and beautiful flora nor recognition of its significance as one of the few remaining holdouts for Desert Bighorn Sheep.
The silence is amazing! No cow shit so only a lone fly that soon leaves after, one surmises, the disappointment of not finding anything to eat. Occasional flyover and an ATV now and then let one know civilization is there if you need it.
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Do you ever see any bighorn sheep?
ReplyDeleteI haven't, Art. I've looked, but I'm surmisaling they're away from the roads. Relative to what I imagine the rest of the refuge is like, there's quite a bit of traffic...at least one vehicle a day. If the sheep are even remotely like me, they're hanging out where it's quieter.
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