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!

Balloon!

Tony & Alexander - Chase Crew

I was inside having coffee when I heard the sound of a motor. I'd noticed a balloon a little earlier and when I looked out, was surprised to see it coming down nearby. Flying around it was a parasail, the source of the motor sound. In my whitey-tighties and (color-coordinated) white shirt, I took this video.

I got dressed (one has to make concessions) and ambling over to the van, watched as about a dozen passengers filed aboard. When I mentioned the video and blog, the tour guide -- eager to be away -- said they had plenty of video and, quickly shutting the door, drove 'em off.

What a cool way to start a day!

An Increasing Interest...in Dying

This is a link to an article in The New Yorker made available through EXIT International. The article is titled: 

We’ve Had Great Success Extending Life. What About Ending It?

In addition to the article there's a link to Dan Gaffney's blog. In this post, dated May 5, (I'm assuming it's from 2021, but there's no way to know) he touches on common aspects of dying including: coping with a terminal illness, aging, and self-deliverance. The last is my preferred phrase for throwing-in-the-towel and not necessarily his choice.

Gaffney quotes Stephen Jenkinson who was director of a palliative care program in Canada:

“More time, when it finally kicks in, is the rest of a dying person’s life, and the rest of that life will be lived in the never-before-known shadow of the inevitability of their dying. For the first time in their lives they will live knowing that they will die from what afflicts them. More time means more time to live their dying."

“It means more symptoms, more drugs for the symptoms, more drugs for the side effects of the first drugs, more weakness and diminishment and dependence to go along with more time with the kids or grandkids or walks in the park with the dog.

“That’s not all it means, not necessarily, but more time almost always means more dying. No one is born, no one walks in the park or sits looking out the window knowing how to die like that, slowly and visibly and knowingly. Very few here on these shores, where death phobia rules, learn how, or want to.”

I don't wanna get morbid or anything, but now that it appears (after 50 years of stupidity...and what does that tell us about the Powers-That-Be?) that decriminalization of marijuana throughout the U.S. is assured, choosing the time and method of one's death is an issue of increasing importance, especially to the most famous cohort in recorded history: The Baby Boomers!

In this case though, the issue's likely to REALLY benefit our Social Security system...and maybe our taxes! Oh, lordy, wouldn't THAT be something!

But for those of us who inhaled, one of the questions we'll undoubtedly face is: How long will we need to "hold it in" THIS TIME?

Flowers & Jaws, AWWWRK!

That's what parrots say...and maybe ravens.

It's a wonder, donchyaknow, when yuh wander about in a cowed-out wasteland and discover marvels of nature. 

I'd made camp near a railroad trestle I hoped to be able to drive under in order to access an area of Morrison Formation. In the morning I watched as the raven flew out from under and off. 

Ambling to assess whether the arroyo was navigable...and thence the badlands beyond,  I found a beautiful flower and a dining area with the leavings of many meals.

 Amongst the tramplings and dung...

For a hundred yards long the edge of the arroyo...

a few leg-bones, but mostly jaws with teeth intact.

Filling the Gap....between adventures

 

Guitar Boogie and Working Man Blues (live)

Tommy Emmanuel with Billy Strings

Southbound

After a nice week in and around Dinosaur National Monument, I decided to head south to Arizona. I'm not sure how things are gonna play out, but my stamina has waned and my metabolism is now -- due to heart meds -- so slow my "dimensionality" is expanding in spite of my efforts at diet control.

Aman in Grand Junction

Cruising the downtown of Grand Junction, I chanced into The Lonely Toy Store where I met Aman. Raised in a 52-passenger school bus as the son of a Rainbow Family, in his teens he grew tired of traveling throughout the U.S. and Mexico and began hitch-hiking around.

A protege of the World Champion Yo-Yo-er, Aman gave a spectacular demonstration which, if you're lucky enough to be in his neighborhood, is worth the stop. 

The store is at 650 Main St. He's a tattooist and has his "parlor" inside the store. Find him on Facebook as: Apex Professional Body Piercing.

The toy store features an eclectic collection of art and objets d'art and is a comfortable space to just hang out.