To Make a Short Story Long

89A curves and winds through Jerome and on up Mingus Mountain.

Once at the top, I turned, as directed, left. After a bit I got out to check the temp. Hit whar downright chilly...and only 8pm, but the REAL problem was the elevation; I start having trouble (breathing) around 6400' and this wuz 7300.

Aventador SVJ

Later, in a concession to plain ole tiredness, hit whar 'round 9pm, ah maid camp in the large turnout on the west side of the Prescott Ntl Forest sign (6300').

Not more'n uh hour later, around 10:00 or so, the Lamborghinis, Lotuses and Porsches (theyz allus capitalized, donchyaknow) started going by. Yew kin tell the brand by their sound which, in most cases is relatively -- relative to a lame-ass Mustang --  quiet. (Real power don't need no freakin' noise!)

Lotus

I read for an hour, and with 'em still whizzing by,  took a sleep aid. 

911 Carrera

Around 6:00 a.m. the commuters started down. They too were surprisingly quiet, but I was so close to the road sleep was impossible.

As I was leaving I discovered a road almost perzackly acrosst the street that went down and into the National Forest. Hit woulda bin a MUCH nicer place, but hit whar impossible tuh see in thuh dark. Next time!

Jerome....again!!!

I had to make a second run. As I was exiting the car, Mme Mandette was strolling by with Josephine, the dog. She and her husband have been here 38 years. They had a gallery in New York, but commuting was tedious. When they arrived there was nothing.



It's the Anderson-Mandette Gallery. Anderson is her husband; he's from Phoenix; she's from France...Bordeaux, I think she said. The gallery is in one of the Old High School buildings.

A raku mask by Mme. Mandette

Mme Mandette...with watercolor cat picture. The title of the red book under its paw is Law.

Some things found in one of the other buildings (of the old school)






Early Anxieties?

This small piece is about 3 inches tall and five wide.

Cover for the art issue of Trailer Life?

This one had its own title. 

Jerome: There Be Artists

I'd tried several times to make the "Expedition" from Williams to Jerome via Perkinsville. Each time it was either raining or had just. And each time, we, Eggbert & I, tentatively dribbled our toes in the gumbo at the end of the pavement hoping, each time, it might have magically hardened. This time -- it was Wednesday -- rain wasn't forecast until Friday. Unfortunately, it came a bit early. 

10 miles north of Jerome we hunkered down. Our only misgivings were that Thursday had been bath day and we now only had two gallons of water. Fortunately, Eggbert doesn't drink much.

Typical Spring weather...there was some sleet, a couple of tornadoes. Around 2 the sun came out. I hiked around and by the time I got back, it was dry enough to trundle on (said with a nod to Ramble On by Led Hindenburg). 

Phew! Now that we got all THAT out of the way. Here's Jerome.



The Rear Entrance

The Burbs

The Cat Patch

The Art Jag