Flash Flood

 I found what looks like, on the topo map, to be a spectacular area, but was stymied by this raging rivulet. I tried to goad a couple of others to show me how it's done, but got no takers.

Camp is on a hilltop just up the street. More rain expected tonight.

It's nice to have everything with me. I feel sorry for the folks in the van on the other side.

Be It Ever So Humble

This might be a tad too humble

Not even enough room to stand upright.

Ah, But The View!

View Lot

Handyman Special

Intersection

The Other Side

When It Rains

Ah, whim. There's nothing quite like it.

The forecast at Price was for four days of showers. With visions of Cleveland haunting, I hightailed it south where things were supposed to be drier.

I got a severe weather warning for flash floods in my area. I've been out here often enough to know how quickly the water can rise (see: https://newmexnomad.blogspot.com/2014/07/flash-flood-on-highway-285-new-mexico.html?m=1  ). But it's at these times that the landscape acquires depth.

They blow through, sometimes violently, 

for around twenty minutes.

Then it begins to clear.

And then comes the sunset

The Problem Eye

Same ole, same ole. I need a cornea transplant and a cataract removed; it's not feasable with my lifestyle. 

He prescribed atropine and ice packs for the pain.

He's a little older than I, now only working half-days. His substantial paunch was duly noted by Mr.Stomach who felt a bit of pride being in the presence of one of his own. 

File Portrait (Mr. Nose)

The line is from folding the paper.

One of his awards was for One of the Best Physicians in the Nation for 2005. The staff was superb....Rocky Mountain Eye Associates.

Waiting

I have an appointment tomorrow with a cornea specialist.

After deploying the "awning," it's quite pleasant inside. It's too hot to amble, but the ATVs have come and gone. It's interesting how few come out to the fringes....thank god.

It's a splendid view, with nary the smallest bush behind which to attend to "bidness." Ah, well. I can at least hope to be an object of entertainment.

The next video is from the end of my "amble." Some days I get further.  But I like the rocks at the beginning of this one.

Nevers & Smith

It was Tuesday and the eye still hurt. I decided to have a look; it was bad. 

Bartholomew Canyon

I picked an opthamologist off the web and after explaining the receptionist asked, "Can you be here in twenty minutes?" As luck would have it, I could.

Dr. Nevers agreed "That's an angry-looking eye." Dr. Robert Smith, the opthamologist, concurred. I spent the afternoon trying to get the meds they prescribed. It turned out Walmart couldn't get 'em.

Closer to Town

Next day, at CVS, they were amazing and by 1:30 I was dosed. I repaired to The Wilds to await the followup.

Yesterday Dr. Nevers referred me to Dr. Charlton, a corneal specialist.

A Venerable Stump

Lucking out again, I secured an appointment for Monday at 3:30. Time enough to bathe and drive the 45 miles into Salt Lake City.

I've known for years I've needed a cornea transplant. It's been interesting to find several folks willing, but when I went to Stanford, out by San Francisco, the surgeon, a man of integrity, said to call him if I ever decided to live inside. It seems my lifestyle is too dirty. (The others were, apparently, eager for the money.) 

My heart's -- three-blocked-arteries -- condition precludes the option; they say I wouldn't survive the anesthesia.

I'm hoping Dr. Charlton will have something to quell the pain next time it decides to act out.

Phoebe's New Shoe

Can/do folks who're blind feel the clouds, the colors of a leaf, the mountains' distant ramparts?

Tracks

Perhaps it's a proclivity, but the desert offers me more variety of entertainments.

I set up the trail camera this evening.

It's a windy place.

The heat means staying in the shade most of the day.

By late afternoon, when I went out again, they were gone.