We couldn’t possibly do anything like that right?
Punching a time clock for the first time in over 30 years . .
. . . but it aint so bad when ya get greeted with stuff like this in the morning
just wanted to get a quick sample out since it’s been over a month since last time
there’s lots more where this came from ~ coming soon
Driving across the Great Basin is like visiting another planet ~ and yet we still had the cruise control and the AC on so still rather earth-like American style.
Once you enter Idaho everything changes.
Just before that there’s Jackpot Nevada ~ the town that gambling made = right on the Idaho border it gives the ‘Nawthenners’ a chance to confront the vaunted ‘one armed bandit’ ~
And just before that, just 1 mile south of town heading north on Rt-93 right on the Nevada-Idaho border, there’s a sweet little rest stop just 1 mile south of town that I’ve hit every time I drive thru the area which has been quite often recently ~
I pulled in at night and got up just in time to catch the moon ‘set’
It is up against a shear rock wall in a little canyon and is an excellent place to rest up & regroup.
Heading on towards Idaho Falls along I-15 there are a couple of great stops to consider. First about 30 miles south near Blackfoot right next to the Walmart is Jenson Grove Park ~ a rockin’ little park and playground for the kids that you can see from the Hyway.
If that’s not your style there are lava fields that are great to scramble around on at a rest stop about 15 miles further up the road towards Idaho Falls ~ and there’s a State Park nearby as well.
Then there is the Snake River to explore too. Since on most of my recent trips I’ve been going through this area at night it was a real pleasure to see suma the sites during the day.
Back at Art Camp now for the start of a new 4 weeks session ~ more about it over here
Is it ever really possible? Unless we’re not paying attention ~ but if so, then how can anything be old?
I am crossing the Great Basin for the 3rd time in 4 weeks. Most of it at night so haven’t scene much of this yet . . .
. . . but I have seen a bit of this along the way.
It’s the very definition of ‘wide open spaces’ ~ it really does tend to e x p a n d
yer mind . . .
. . . and it still B L O W S my mind to imagine that the first settlers traversed country like this . . .
. . . meanwhile I’ll be cooling my heals right here for a coupla daze thanks to my good friend Ace
I think in some ways all we are searching for is some wide open spaces ~ either in the country side or in nature but mainly what we are trying for is just some more space in our own minds.
It doesn’t seem like too much to ask for and yet it doesn’t come naturally either. Trying too hard defeats the purpose and not trying enough produces nothing.
Somebody on wonna them shows ~ you know the ones ~ said that if everyone in the world were living by our standards ~ US that is ~ the earth could support up to 1.5 billion people at that level.
So at 7 billion plus that obviously aint gonna happen.
I don’t know how ya figger stuff like that out but I gotta say even if you kin quibble with the numbers it don’t take much to see that we got it way better than most ~ and if most started doing it like we do – they’d be one hellova traffic jam on Monday.
But then again = things happen. While it is true that everything is always changing (feel free to turn off the annoying sound track) sometimes we don’t ~ or more specifically our attitudes don’t.
Like the man says: “How did our oil get underneath their sand?” Right?
Mostly we are fighting over real estate and according to recent reports = The Market Is UP ! ! !
So anyways ~ here is a shot of me at my new job
Miracle or scam? Free trials, said the spammer. The subject line reads = Fwd: answer.
It’s a meditation on death. WTF? you say and I couldn’t agree more. Have dreams never betrayed you? In the basement of my soul the truth is neither embraced nor rejected. Ace said his wish was to avoid glibness in his writing. I couldn’t agree more.
At the watering hole the animals gather, spreading their legs, stretching their necks in an act of corporeal supplication. I wish I could be more like them, but the invisible straight jacket of pride forbids. People scare me but what I fear most is not their selfish knives but my own. I can not tell the truth.
I do know how to love though, but there is nothing free about it. Find the darkest place in your heart and sit there, like a scavenger, hungry to pick over the bones.