Antelope

Somehow, things got serious. Part of it was not feeling the ground as I walked to the library...I was sloating: sliding & floating. Bizarre (it wasn't an LSD day).

Then, there was a gorgeous Black woman, a bit older (within my age range, but in beautiful condition) at the park. She was washing some clothes at the spigot when I came up. We said hello and I went back for the other jugs. When she finished she went to her car, opened the doors, put on some music and started dancing. She was wearing tight, turquoise short shorts and a white top with spaghetti straps that came just below her breasts. One of the straps languished on a bicep.

I can only heft one jug at a time so was making several trips. On one of my runs she turned her back toward me and moved her derrière in a most pleasing manner. I've hired help in the past so knew I couldn't afford her; it was enough to make an old man cry.

Youngsters keeping a safe distsnce

After being involved with Western Watersheds Project it's impossible not to notice the (lack of) available forage. There's so little I began composing my letter to BLM and everyone else. In it I thought how I'd mention all the other animals we could have if we got rid of the cows: antelope, bison, badgers, prairie dogs, snakes, hawks, innumerable rodents, owls.

This morning when I sat up to look at the light there was a "herd," seven or eight, nearby. They're known for being curious and over the next half hour they all, except two youngsters, kept moving closer. I lapsed into mythos and imagined they came to let me know that even though I'm too poor to hire help, they're here.

It heard the click of the camera as I turned the video on and off.

San Rafael River

I'd just arrived Cleveland when the Cuyahoga caught fire. After passing through the Han Ranch this looks like it could dissolve anything. If you stretch the tape measure it might be fifteen feet wide.

Art is Where You Find It

At the underpass beneath I-70 on the east side of the San Rafael Reef.

Bon Vivant

Somebody Farted

Limp Tit

(your choice)

Moab

(editing on the phone doesn't work so well)

Desperate for reading matter, I joined the streaming hordes on highway 191. Speed limit is 65 with most doing 70. Phoebe's comfortable top speed is 62, but with everyone equally desperate, one takes one's life in hand when people are forced to pass. So we streamed along.

The Friends of the Library occupies the lobby area; the collection is superbly curated, organized and hardbacks are $1.00. Special books are $3.00 - $5.00 and it's self-pay so even the indigent, if they were willing to compromise their integrity, could partake.

Afterward, I visited Moonflower co-op where a small roll of paté, several cheeses and some breads cost a little over $77.00. It wasn't until I was settled in for the night I noticed the sourdough was $12.85.

Having recently read Michael Pollan's, Cooked, in which he waxes eloquent about the alchemy of bread-baking and the good-for-what-ails-yuh elements in sourdough, I just tossed it in the basket.

While reading his book I looked up a couple of the bread companies who cater to those in need. Prices were fairly consistent at around $35.00 for two loaves, not including postage...which, for Albuquerque brought the total to over 75.00.

I never expected to find such quality on "the street." But after tasting it, I stand corrected, Moonflower is NOT "the street."

Crystal Geyser

A link to the details.

Several days later I came back for another visit. A woman who'd been there a number of times over the decades said when she'd arrived a few hours earlier the ground was dry. The activity in the video supposedly presages an expulsion. I've yet to meet anyone who's seen it spout anywhere near the 80' mentioned on the internet.

Green River

There's magic in the parking lot of Green River's grocery. Squeejiing MAPS to make it give forth, Swasey's Beach leaped out. 

At Swasey's Beach Campground

One afternoon

For Those Who Just Want the "Take-away"

And the road went on, far beyond. The offshoot canyons looked enticing on Garmin.

North of Swasey's Beach

Usual attire

An LSD day

Swasey's Beach