I Live Here

Today we, She-of-the-Capri and I, celebrated our seventh anniversary. 

Two, count 'em, TWO side-by-sides went by today;  there was at least one plane. The first was a foursome of guys all done up in their camo best. They looked like a diff version of the pink jeep in the post...

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The other was an elderly couple. They were kind and suggested Trail Mater if ever I was near Moab and needed a tow.

The first mentioned a sand trap a mere two hundred feet away. After walking it a ways I was considering returning to Ten Mile Rd. It was barely a mile to the main thoroughfare though and if I went back I'd have to go through Moab in order to circle back.

After Surviving Duma Pt Rd's DEEP Sand

Tombstone Butte

After reading about airing down (amazing to have cell signal out here!) I decided to drop another 5 and try it at 15. It made all the difference. Where yesterday's sands felt marginal at 20 psi, 15 imbued a bit of confidence. Some even go as low as ten. Live and learn.

A Bit Earlier

(Changing a tire now requires two days to recover. The idea of spending a day, maybe two, cutting sage, setting the jack in sand, lowering and moving forward perhaps a few feet, rinse and repeat, didn't appeal. It was only 39 miles to Moab, but MAPS says it's over an hour drive. Moab Motorsports (aka Trail Mater) charges $150/hr. Thus, getting "rescued" would be an expensive lesson in limitations. But here, hold my martini.)

At Its Base

The great thing about nomadicism is not having to go back to get home. I just put out the table & chair, grab the cheese & crackers, and Bob's yer uncle. I went two miles toward Dubinky Well when, overwhelmed by the magnificence of Tombstone Butte, I began considering the options. 

Some map perusal disclosed the point, ten miles in the other direction, of the road's end above the Green River.

One-point-nine-miles toward The End, six o'clock came; time to make camp. It coincided with a beautiful view and soon thereafter, a magnificent sunset. So far I've had it to myself. Apparently, I'm the only one who lives here.

32nd Anniversary!!!!

I discovered hyacinths in Rolla, Missouri where I began first grade; they grew in profusion along my walk to school.

I planted them in our backyard in Albuquerque where, each year, they mark the arrival of Spring.

We chose this day to commemorate our marriage as it fell between our falling in love and joining of households. That, and the fact our foolishness keeps us smiling.

               

Supposedly an old Persian proverb, this was sent to her mother by a beau:

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,

And from thy slender store two

loaves alone to thee are left,

Sell one, and with the dole

Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Und zoe, Vee haf a truh-DEESH-un!.

31st Anniversary

 We celebrate on April first.

The poem is by Anne U. White.

                  I WOULD BE WITH YOU

I have said only that I

       would be with you 

Wherever you go

      and you with me.

There is no time or age

      to this one promise,

      nor any place except the

      one you are.

Knowing this, let it give

      you strength,

      and strength to me,

To make what life brings to each of us

Lovelier than before.

1965

Postscript:

It started at my sister's wedding. Her high-school art teacher came up to me and said if I wasn't doing anything, her daughter could use some help getting her art work out there. That was maybe 1993 and I was Marketing Director of New Mexico Central Credit Union...the clearinghouse for all the other Albuquerque credit unions.

Well, I went to see and by the next Spring we decided to combine households. 

In the interim between my inviting her up to my apartment for some brocolli and us not being exactly sure when Sophie (my cat) and Antoinette, the tortoise,  were fully settled, it all had the feeling of a wonderful event that fit perfectly with All Fools Day. And so it's been.