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We said our goodbyes to Aunt Jeanette and headed out of town. We landed on BLM land probably 15 miles as the crow flies from where Lori my sister live in Green Valley. It was good to get back into the country and out of the city. This choice little piece of public land was a real find in that we are the only ones camping. The obscure entrance is a well used dirt road which says no motor vehicle traffic?? We can let the animals run free, have a fire, and well…. This is desert. To our northeast is a drastic pointed mountain Helmet peak which i would like to climb. To the east is the valley and beyond it a massive mountain with snow on top in Coronado National Forest. Between us and the valley from north to south is probably the largest mining operation I have ever seen with tailings that make their own small mountain range. To accumulate such an amount of ground up rock boggles my mind. I took Kiowa for a 5 plus mile run in the late afternoon to the West. Between our BLM land and the public land beyond is a small private section with dirt roads and little ranchettes. Here I encountered an individual walking his dog. Along the run I came across a fenced area with signs that said it was an archeological site. I asked him what it was and he said it was a rock outcropping where primitive people cooked. I asked him about the road I was on and he told me that it was another access to their subdivision but the BLM put the signs up. People obviously still use it and in fact I saw at least two vehicle on it. It is a good road so why stop people and put up signs? He had no idea. I will take Mahatma Rajni to the cooking site tomorrow. We had a wonderful fire and dinner.
This was a very laid back day. Cloudy and with some wind. I took Mahatma Rajni on a walk up to the archeological site. Along the way we encountered a hunter. Apparently January is bow hunting month. He was hungry and Rajni gave him her apple. He was the first person to date to actually welcome us to Arizona. He was a local firefighter and we conversed for some time about the public lands and laws in Arizona. Rajni and I surveyed the Arch site. It consisted of a rock outcrop where holes had been carved in the rock to catch water and an overhang for shelter. While this is remarkable it is not worthy of becoming a national monument which it probably will someday, complete with paved road, campground and interpretive center complete with 3-4 employees. Oh well. we have to spend those tax dollars on something. For now the O’s get to enjoy it in solitude with the hunters.
I gave birth to a poem
Winter 2016 EMF
We have devices
Locaters, Communicators, Pacemakers, Games
Batteries included but must be recharged.
Salutations, Interactions, Relationships,Entertainment
Passing through the air
The phoenix prison complex
Somehow we are forgetting
Who we are, and who we are not
The leash gets shorter every year
The Ruse’s are getting better
The use of Sacred a commonplace term
Cursive writing a foreign language
And those important three words forgotten
Verify Verify Verify
The Electromagnetic force
Fixed, Funneled, Filed, Foisted
Its all in THE CLOUD
And in the end
We still keep procreating
I have been reading a book about the first sail across the famed Northwest passage by two men in a catamaran in he mid 1980’s. It is truly epic and just reading it makes me cold. It was done over the course of 3 summers and you might say sailing is a misnomer since a great deal of it was rowing and dragging their small craft over ice and snow. The NW passage is now done regularly with the use of massive ice breakers and sometimes even with them it is impossible. This passage north of Canada through the arctic sea has been a quest since 1576 with the most famous being Franklins expedition of 1845-1848 in which his two ships the Erebus and Terror were lost without a trace. Massive search’s and modern investigations have pieced together the story of that ill fated mission that ultimately ended in cannibalism. Although the descriptions of the sights and wildlife are stunning I have no desire to go to this arctic place where survival is a daily struggle.
The intrepid Kiowa and I made the assault on Helmet Peak. It was without a doubt another Lincoln County man first. The problems arose when Kiowa after helping him up the last lift of rock climbing would not come to me and help him down. The endless whinning and barking forced me to reclimb and find another route he would follow which required an accent on the other side of the mountain. The circuitous route back along various washes was most enjoyable. Then it was time to head to Green Valley to Stalag 14 to visit my sister and brother in law imprisoned there. We also want to watch our new President be inaugurated.
It was a blustery cold, windy, rainy day when we arrived at Lori’s. While I poke fun at this gated restrictive community phenomena I totally get it. While to me it seems so restrictive and lacking in freedom, it presents a safe, stress free environment where you choose to partake. Diversity is not important.
Being with my sister in her home is a real treat. There are pictures of our family, the chime of the old clock that has been passed down thru the years. An amazing meal cooked by John and a hot shower and bed without animals!! Home, and family so precious.
We watched the Inauguration of our 45th President that Lori recorded for us. In patriotism there is no room for prejudice. I love that statement. Donald’s words were straight forward and his promises formidable. My hopes rise and just maybe this man will break the entrenched bureaucracy and indeed return the government to the people. One can only hope