We Made It

Normally a two-day trip with an overnight at the Chinle C.G. (dogs! noisy mufflers, and always a few shots, which sometimes quiet the dogs, from atop the hill).

THIS time I took a diff route. In the throes it seemed fine, but this morning I'm recognizing the sound -- analogously (fortunately, not the REAL thing) -- of a battery in need of replacement or charge......uuuuUUUUUGGGggg; uuuuuuuUUUGGGGgggh.

Comb Ridge in morning shadow with the La Sals (still sans snow thank god!) in back.

Schvoogie, or, The Schvoog (2008 Honda FIT), so named because for-all-the-world he looked, to Ms. Cook, like a house-slipper. He's perennially shod with snow tires so he's at the ready when the skies of Albuq let loose and the cats (she's a cat-sitter) MUST BE FED.

Aired down to 15 pds, we skimmed acroost the grasping sands chortling in mad delight. He's a lo-hangin' chariot tho and bumped ass as we leapt the two-inch berm betwixt the main road and the two-trak that leads to the Stationwagon camp - named for the time when - in our early Spring trip - she loaned the truck and was forced to get by.

But here we are again. At least we think we are. She arrived several days ago and is camped up the road somewhere. We're within texting range tho!

Comb Wash -- Running

Everywhere we went people were commenting on how strange the weather was/is. It'd been raining for two weeks when I took this video.

On the way to Blanding I stopped to document this blizzard.

Several miles of pavement were covered with sleet. Note the rumble of thunder.

Mounds of Comb (Wash, that is)

The Abajo Mountains (with snow)

 Looking North

The Naked and the Nude
  by Robert Graves (24, July 1985 - 7, December 1985)

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometimes nude!

And I would add: 

As they laugh amongst the whips and briars they delightedly giggle, "Bring it on!" and "More!" 

Pagan Holiday - Comb Wash

We made the most of Fuck Like Rabbits day, spending it in bed.

Herrmann & ALL his MESS!!!!

The Goddess leant a full moon to the ambiance.

Comb Wash, Utah

Made famous by Edward Abbey, I wandered in from the north side. The sand/clay gets deep enough to prompt Eggbert to considerations of high-centering, but momentum carried the day.


Looking North.

Southward