Forest City Iowa - June 5, 2009

Whew what a swing - from out of the Southwest desert to the upper Prairies! What got ahold of your tail? Memorial Day - It was Memorial Day - Between Memorial Day and Labor Day the amateurs come out like the chiggers and the mosquitos come out and it's no time for any self-respecting bumb to be out in the woods.
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From Moab to Canyonlands, then the Colorado National Monument, Dinosaur Monument, Flaming Gorge, Wind Cave and here I am. I had a few days of 300 mile plus driving (I like to average 50 a day). Time to find a place to hang my hat for the summer. My National Park pass (next year I can get my Golden Age pass) and my New Mexico camping sticker will still be good.

We were in the company of white-colored brown colored cows. They watched us quietly as we made a path between them and changed their attitudes slowly as if to show us all of the maps on their fat sides. They gave us to understand that they know us personally and thought a lot of our families and I lifted my hat to the last of them as I passed her as a sign of my appreciation – Flan O’Brian
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What did you do when you came to that herd. I went through the middle. There was a group of rocks where one old bull was grazing. He said he went around them. It’s a little intimidating walking through a herd of a couple of hundred buffalo but I took it slow and was aware of the nearest refuge (rock or tree) but what I would do when I got there with a charging herbivore (or worst a herd of them) after me I am not sure what I would do – I suppose I would wait him out, wait until he lost interest – they don’t appear to be the most alert of animals. Can’t roller-skate in a herd of buffalo – it’s true!

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Oh I’m worn out / just watcing the cats / lick their fur / I’m worn out / fading fast – Joanne Kryger

And I never did spot a rattlesnake – and I so much wanted to find a faded midget. One gopher snake and a couple of garter snakes and some tails disappearing in the grass. And along the highway in South Dakota there were seveal large blacksnakes sunning themselves along the shoulder.

Brandon had a birthday today
Brandon is three today
Brandon’s mother told her sister

Even before she told her mother
And that is resented even today

And it’s a good thing that I am returning to the urban life – I’m running out of books again. That bookstore in Grants turned out to be a treasure – six books for ten dollars including Laurence Steren, Ralph Ellison, Aldo Leopold, Robert Herrick, Edward Abbey and Albert Camus. But I’ve read them all now and I am back to Stein’s long novel with which I am almost to the end. I need so desperatley to find somewhere to replenish by bookshelf or better yet a locating where I can ILL (that Librarese for borrowing books from distant libraries – my homelibrary in Kansas City will even mail books to its barrowers).

The young are an alien species. They won’t replace us by revolution. They will forget and ignore us out of existence. – William S Bourroughs

Like a camel hair coat
I drag my mystery across
    The desert
From sand dune to sand dune
     I have a patina
And any fresh wound
    Well bled white

A lifetime // What happened / it stopped – Joanne Kryger

Light sky to the right
Drops of rain plink on sheet metal
    And echo
It hasn’t thundered this time around
The sky just sighed, then cried
The wind went its own way
Mesas of enchantment disappearing
The sun hasn’t shown all day
But it makes sleeping easy
    Rain drops on tin

That melancholy which we feel when we cease to obey orders which, from one day to another, keep the future hidden, and realize that we have at last begun to live in real earnest, as a grown-up person, the life, the only life that any of us has at his disposal – Proust

Watch their feet from the far side
    Of the vehicle
His feet; her feet
    Back and forth
His are the bigger boots
    The feet with the longer stride
She is wearing boots with high heels
    She takes tiny little steps
Seen from afar looking beneath
    Their vehicle
Back and forth
Towards each other
Away from each other
In the same direction as the other
She following him
He following her
Stepping into space
At a snail’s pace
Occasionally at a stand still
Four feet far away
    Seen below their vehicle
Now the feet are together
Face-to-face or toe-to-toe
    If you will
Just one silouette showing

I know this girl and she said  / she was on a mountain once and could put her tongue right on / a cloud, it was fuzzy. I wish she was right – Joanne Kryger

And the ants would come
    And eat it all up
And the birds would come
    And take it away
And the wolves would come
    And mark it
And the lions would come
    And chase them all off
Then the people would come
    And they would make speeches

I know I do not suffer, more than anyone / in the whole world / But this morning I had to have first thing / 2 cigarettes, half a joint, / a poached egg and corned beef hash, 1 piece toast / 2 cups tea / Jung, Williams, Shiek, Stones, 2 slugs rum, depression, rest of joint, cigarette, 7-up, and it’s only 10 O’clock / Because I wanted to write a poem / Because I want something to come out of me – Kryger

May 18, 2009 - Moab Utah

Now I’m in Grants (yeah, still in New Mexico) doing my laundry (campsite washing in a plastic pail works only half-ass – the socks come out still stiff and the smoke smudges still show). I’m headed up towards Chaco Canyon. I’m getting to dislike even to come into town to shop (replenish my propane, buy food, fill up the gas tank) and in this part of New Mexico the towns are composed of stirp malls full of pawn shops and Indian trading posts (Indian turquoise jewelry wholesale – dealers welcome) and of course the bars (Gallup has the biggest DUI mobile van that I have ever seen). And I turn on my phone to see if I have any messages and I don’t (and that’s good – like they say no news is good news) and I hunt for a place to connect to the Internet.

In Grant! Untrue, I'm no loner in Grant – that was a couple of weeks back – now I’m in Moab Utah and it’s getting hot. Got bitten alive by the bugs and I am tried of the tent and I want a place to rest for several days.

I am of the order whose purpose is not to teach the world a lesson but to explain that school is over – Henry Miller

First the moon, just a sliver

Tonight, then Venus

Then the rest of the vault

Slowly at first then

Rapidly Busby’s beauties

Fill up the stage and

Descend the grand

Staircase

But what we have gained in depth and breath we may have lost in immediacy and intensity – Edward Abbey

There seems to be millions of stars up there but there are only about 2,800 that are visible to the naked eye (magnitude 5.5 or greater) and that would be in the entire heavens (both northern and southern hemispheres) and if there were no light pollution from cities – so about 1400 visible stars at any one spot and much much fewer than that near a city (which I am not). Gee, that don’t seem like very many. And while on the topic of natural phenomena, what causes wash boarding (you know those little speed bumps that form on dirt and gravel roads). It is the type of suspension systems used by automobiles – length of wheelbase and weight have little effect and wash boarding is inevitable on any lose surface byway? It has to do with the way the suspension system makes the vehicle and its axels travel vertically and with longitudinal travel this creates a harmonic wave of weigh distribution – it sort of like a big metal violin. And for all the miles of gravel and dirt road I have had to lately travel I have discovered that the faster you go the less rough the washboards are – again it has to do with harmonics ( but be cautious – speed does not eliminate the ruts, potholes and rocks sticking up and it may be a very inconvenient place to tear open the oil pan)

They say (they are always
      Saying something or other)
We are making it better –
A better place for every
      One. But they (there they

      Go again) also say people

Will not apply themselves
     Without misery as a motivation
Yet when shall we know
When we’ve stockpiled

Enough and don’t have

To be miserable anymore

Alas, occult visions seem to come to those who believe in them beforehand. First the faith, then the hairy little miracle. First the pill, the tab, the wafer, the space capsule, then comes the ruby-eyed six-legged alligators swimming through your psychedelic dome – Edward Abbey

I was in the Gila headwaters – the birthplace of Geronimo – visited the Gila cliff dwellings and did a thirteen mile hike with 1600 of elevation gain (half on the way back and I hate those step climbs when you are already exhausted). So it’s a new personal best. And Geronimo was born here in 1829 and he is another whose path I keep crossing (met him at Ft Sill Oklahoma and met him in Florida). This is a land where the native American will not be ignored – and when you marginalize someone they always have a way of returning and getting even. Now it’s the Anglo’s turn to bitch.

I have spent a lot of time among the ancients – Gila Cliff Houses, the Salinas Missions, the Acoma Peublo, Chaco Canyon, Canyons of the Ancients and Hovenweeep

I call nature all that isn’t are and I include in it the heart of man – Antonio Machado

Turning back
Without regrets
Such an in decidable
    Moment
How can you help
    But regret
Not going all the way
But you have to know
    Your limits
You have to cut
Your loses

The good ol boys from San Antonio pull out – put what they had (the grandkids' ten and the patio chairs) into the truck and headed west – Where are you headed? West! How far? Arizona, heard there was gold to be found there lying at your feet. Yeah, I heard them rumors before and every time I get there it has all been thoroughly picked over. Yeah, know what you mean. I went to Arkansas hearing there were diamonds to be found. Just Hope, I replied

Listening to repeating is often irritating, listening to repeating can be dulling, always repeating is all living, everything in a being is always repeating – Gertrude Stein

All the really good repartee happens in text – most of it in books but enough on cinema to make us think it the norm. The best is always in retrospect and we only communicate in the here and now. For a couch potato real time is so very tedious and boring. I have been told that there's a French word that means thinking up the perfect repartee after the fact.

This is not just talking, this all has real meaning – Gertrude Stein

Improvements rarely improve anything
Development do not make things better
Merely words for cash flow enhancements

If all the personnel of the US Border Patrol were lined up along the Mexican border there would be one every 500 feet which is about a fifth of the strength of the front line trenches in World War I but of course they were shorter.

And another reason for coming into town – I have almost run out of books to read and I am really having difficulty finding anything worth reading (of course I could always get a Harlequin Romance at Wal-Mart). This Laundromat is next to the only bookstore in town. I came by here last Sunday but it was closed (was that Mother’s Day?). They also will probably have mysteries and romances but I have to give it a try. I bought a history of the Spanish frontier (California, Arizona, New Mexico and Florida) at the National Park bookstore at El Morro but have almost finished it too as well as Gertrude Stein’s The Making of Americans. Then I shall have nothing to read and have to head towards the city. Well I just moved my laundry from the washer to the dryer. I have been to the grocery store and will stop at the gas station and bank on the way of town. I will also stop at the library and see if I can connect to the Internet (otherwise this will not get posted anytime soon).

Tell those who worry about their health that they are already dead – Henry David Thoreau

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April 23, 2009 - Columbus New Mexico - village library

I'm still here in Columbus New Mexico. It is strange that upon first sight some things that do not at all appeal to us, but become strongly alluring once we get used to them – such is this town, such is this park – not that I would settle down here, but four nights might not seem too long. Here I have an isolated campsite in the middle of a well-maintained desert garden. Here Iam in the middle of a national historic site (Camp Furlong – from which Gen. Pershing launched his punitive expedition against Villa – a sort of practice run for the run up to the AEF to France later that year which he was to command). Two blocks away in the village library I have access to the Internet – so I can send this.

In order to transform a work into a cult object one must be able to break, dislocate, unhinge it so that one can remember only parts of it, irrespective of the original relationship with the whole – Umberto Eco

From my campsite at Rockhound State Park I spot a silvery object over the Florida (pronounced Flo-rita) mountains. It hovers there. It has not moved all day. I conclude that it is a balloon. But why in the middle of the desert. I ask the ranger the next morning. Oh, he says, the border patrol uses that. Rock hounds like bird watchers are strange people. People with an advocation that consumes all their passions are strange. But birders like to flock together while rock hounds tend to be loaners – they don’t acknowledge your presence – you go about your chores twenty feet from each other and pretend that the other does not exist. The guy on the other side of me is neither a birder nor a rock hound and yet he too is strange:

He’s going through a divorce
He’s having a tough time
He rode his bike out into
     The desert
He talk’s to himself and
     Attempts to sing
“This may be the last time
How right you are!”
He stays in his tent all day
He sleeps a lot
He’s having a rough time


And those balloons, they are officially known as the tethered Aerostat Radar Systems. Eleven are employed along the border from Puerto Rico to Yuma Arizona trolling for drug trafficing aircraft – each site maned by 30 man team. Unoffically they are known as ‘Fat Alberts’.

“What is it?” we ask, meaning what is its name? This odd quirk of the human mind: unless we can name things, they remain for us only half-real. Or less that half-real: nonexistent – Edward Abbey


At Oliver Lee State Park I hiked up Dog Canyon were the US Calvary pursued Apaches. I made it to the Line Cabin – three miles (six round trip) and fifteen hundred feet of elevation gain – my personal best (not bad I tell myself for an old man with arthritic knees) and the soreness doesn’t hit me until the middle of the night – I am getting fit, I tell myself. Soon I shall be up to two thousand feet and ten miles, maybe! From the Sacramento Mountains rising three thousand feet above the Tularosa Basin and over there is the famous White Sands glistening in the sun. Later when I walk among those dunes, the glare will almost blind me as if I were among drifts of snow and tears stream down my cheeks as I squint to see were I am going (no danger of stepping on a rattlesnake – they only come out at night when their prey is also active – the only thing alive are the blackling beetles [stinkbugs] – who leave that strange trail that looks like sewing machine stitchery – everything that has been about since the last gust of wind leaves a trail – I leave a trail)

Finely the weather is here
In which I could go
For a cold beer
When the flies become a nuisance
As one waits out the heat
Yearning for a cool night

And the White Sands lie in the midst of the Missile Range where the US space program began with the firing of captured German V-2s. I stop at Missile Park. To the north is Trinity Site [first Nuclear denotation] but its closed to the public except for the first Saturdays in April and in October. I haven’t read or heard or seen the news for two months now. Anything might have happened, but I doubt it. We no longer worry since the demise of the Soviet Union about sudden nuclear holocaust – now we worry about the economy and about the environment and about crime [and don't forget terrorism] – much more frightful concerns – we are doomed to always be worrying. Anyway I am told that Easter has come and gone and that the deadline for filing tax forms is past. And I head towards another campsite. I purchased a state park camping pass good for a year from date of purchase (that is a date that has some meaning to me) and after fifteen nights of camping it will have paid for itself, so the last two nights my campsites have been free. "What me worry!" [Alfred E Newman]

Coherence… it appears is an optimum: the greatest possible number of contradictions resolved by the simplest means – Michel Foucault

I like dusk the
Best – a summation
Without any conclusion
Everyday so far
Has had its cessation
Something at least appears
To be constant
Now the night sounds
Command
And sight ceases its
Control

Perhaps what fascinates me in being a writer is that it necessitates communion with all and sundry – Henry Miller

Today marks two months on the road.

April 17, 2009 - Alamagordo New Mexico

I stopped in Alamogordo at a Hastings Bookstore again (it was at a Hastings that I last signed on – that was in Clovis – yes still in New Mexico) but they are having problems with their Wi-Fi (sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t – right now it doesn't). I bought three books (Joyce’s Dubliners, Remarque’s All Quiet and Jimmy Santiago Baca (gotta have my poetry fix)). I still have Stein’s long novel (I think I shall be reading it forever or so it seems – without the repeating, her repeating not mine, I would have been done with it my now). Let me try the Wi-Fi again. No, it’s still a no go – lets hope it's not another two weeks before I get a chance to send this out. I’ve finished my coffee and have shopping to do (food, drink and propane) and a campsite to acquire. Rule of Camping - campsite first then see the sights. Second rule of camping - the colder the night the more you have to get up to take a piss.

Big systems and subversive groups are often twins, and one produces the other – Umberto Eco


Mares’ tails with no contrails
Over the Rio Grande
Down Old Mexico way
Thunderheads are building
Desert varnish blackens
The canyon walls
Except were the cliff sides
Have broken away
And the big dam has backed
Up the Big River
To create an emerald pool
Down there in the
Canyon floor

Hey, it’s me – I’m back – Now in Columbus New Mexico – last place in the continental US (if that excludes the Aleutian Islands) to be invaded by a foreign country (Poncho Villa’s army of northern Mexico in March 1916). But more on that in the next blog – let me now catch you up from Clovis to Alamogordo. Started volume 60 of my journals – the drawings are morphing again (I seem to be returning to style elements from thirty years ago – contour lines – when I get a chance I will digitize a few so that the contrast can be seen – I think it has something to do with the Southwest and the air and the light – wish Van Gough could have been here).

Sports as practice, as activity, no longer exists or exists for economic reasons… and there exists only chatter about chatter about sports. The chatter about shatter of the sports press constitutes a game with its full set of rules – Umberto Eco

These are not the bourgeoisie who at least believe
     In quality
These are the quantity folks who accumulate stuff
    And fill yards full of junk
Buy as much stuff as cheap as you can. Shop
    At Wal-martNo they are the ones who stayed in town
They must stay and protect their booty
Make sure its not carted off
God Help Us, we beseech thee and
     Protect this our stuff
No these are the ones in the middle
Not middle class we’re all working class here
    Those who earn through servitude
    Even the doctors and lawyers do so nowdays
These folks just want to get away, escape
If even for just the weekend and
    There a few of the still think
    That there is gotta be more
Than just stuff and how wrong they are

In the mass media it is not invention that dominates but technical execution, which can be imitated and perfected – Umberto Eco

I do like Jimmy Santiago Baca’s poetry – I usually don’t like lyrical poetry (I got into a big argument with Joe about the definition of lyrical poetry – this time he was right and I was wrong – but all I can say is that anything that has so many contradictory definitions doesn’t have any real meaning – so there Joe, put that in your pipe and smoke it). Anyway it is not Baca’s sophication as a stylist that I like but his ability to draw imagery from previously untapped linguistic sources – I like best the ones drawn from nature – here are two that involve alfalfa and a cowhide:

Women drawn out from the dark piss-stinking rooms / they lived in / by the powerful force of the moon, / whose yellow teeth tore the alfalfa out of their hearts, / and left them stubbled, / parched grounds old goats of tecotas and winos / nibbled

[She] absorbs hours of silence / like prairie sky absorbs campfire smoke. / Death hangs over her shoulder / a black cow’s hide / slung over the fence to dry

It’s eerie how I always seem to be reading something that takes place just were I happened to be geographically (given a temporal dislocation however – or otherwise I would have been the character being written about). I remember this happening with Oscar Zeta Acosta’s Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo. I would go to a restaurants or a bar or a public park and pull out my book and start reading and every time that I did – what he had written had taken place within two blocks of where I was (and I had not deliberately chosen this book or this passage – it just happened that way).

Well the day before I had been visiting the Salinas Pueblo Missions – at the base of the mountain in which I had camped lay Quarai at Puenta de Agua and I open up Baca and read:

I turn my motorcycle off / next to the Quarai Ruins / and silence drops / into the canyon / sounding an ancient song of sadness, / like a distant boulder / echoing into the blue sky and stubble grass // O QUARAI! Shape the dirt and sediment. I am mineral de Neuvo Mejico // Blow your lower-world breath / into my journey, O QUARAI / I am ready to work

How eerie is that! And I had not deliberately looked for this book and did not know anything about Baca other than that he was one of the poets (of many) on my reading list. I just happened to come across a used copy of this book and it was cheap (a very important consideration). There were others that I would have purchased instead (other authros higher on my list) if I had found them - but I found this one.

Least they never forget
Those tragic weapons
Of notorious murderers


The spear tip that pierced
The side of Christ
Is a relic and not a trophy


Whether a rogue gallery
Or a long line of portraits
Of all the past Governors


There is a criminal type
You can tell it by their eyes
And the shape of their skulls


It’s all just so much common sense

Well from Clovis I was headed north, intending to hang a Louie at the Okalahoma panhandle and head towards Cimarron – but the winds and with rains and the cold got to me and I made my turn much sooner than that. The elevations were increasing rapidly – Black Mesa – Oklahoma’s highest point is at almost 5,000 feet and theythat say every thousand feet in elevation gain is the same as one hundred miles in latitude gain as far as the temperature is concerned. This was as far north as I wanted to get and at Manzano I even got snow. Ute and Conchos lakes were nothing to write home about – at Ute I got the neighbors from hell and at Conchos I got more wind and rain. Then on to Villaneuva. Finally good weather – and it has been grant since (except for that one night at Manzano)

Then the Salinas Mission – Quarai, Abo and Grand Quivera – the legendary seven cities of gold for which Coronado hunted in 1540 – but there was not gold – just beans and corn and the Spanish overtaxed this arid land and by 1670 after only 45 years of occupation the economy collapsed and the cities were abandoned. Then in 1680 the pueblos to the north revolted and drove the Spanish from New Mexico.

And that takes me to Alamogordo

April 9, 2009 - Clovis New Mexico

That goddamn wind – interminable wind – and those goddamn cheep Wal-Mart tents; they don’t at all get along. Where is the nearest REI. Impossible to shop on the Internet – no where to deliver the merchandise. My tent was on its last legs up in the Guadalupes and the wind was blowing is gusts of 50-55 mph and up to 85 predicated for the night. I had been patching the poles by duct taping (splintering) spare tent pole sections (from previous Wal-Mart tents) onto broken sections and I didn’t think the poles would make itthe night. I took the tent down and slept in the hammock and froze. And after all that the wind died down and it was all for naught.

Three young girls soap up
Under the open air shower
Wearing their bikinis and they
Are so aware of their erotic
Performance and they giggle

And I want to applaud
And they return to their
Camp site draped within
The folds of their towels
As if they were ball gowns

And this morning the wind began to blow again – and damnit Wal-Mart is selling even more miserable excuses for tents and charging more. I kept thinking the wind will die down. The poles were bending almost doubled over and I was sure one was going to pop. I took the tent down and broke camp – I’ll find someplace with less wind – and I headed further north. Now I sitting in a Hastings bookstore in Clovis. Out on the high prairies where the wind never ceases. Clovis, namesake of the Clovis point. I was at Oasis State Park just a mile down the road from Blackwater Draw


Do you remember…? And the light of the past flowed magically from the far distance into the present. It was fun, they enjoyed it. It was perhaps like turning around after having doggedly trudged along a road for hours, to see al the empty distance one has covered transformed int a grand vista, to one’s genuine satisfaction – Musil

I did this and I did that
You’re no longer like the
     Young athlete
Who only needs to catch
     His breath
All those aches (the neck,
    The shoulders, and there’s
    A new one in the hips)
Will never go away again
They shall only get worse

Department One sent out a memorandum; Department Two replied; When Department One had been notified of Department Two’s reply, it was usually advisable to suggest talking it over in person and when an agreement had been reached in this fashion, it was decided that nothing could be done about the matter; and so there was always something to do – Musil

 The Living Desert Zoo and Gardens State Park in Carlsbad was a treasure – specializing in the Chihuahuan desert and flora and fauna of New Mexico. And there was Maggie Oso – the painting bear – her watercolors available to purchase in the visitor’s center – and not a bad artist either. Carlsbad is know for the Caverns but don’t miss this. One gets quickly adjusted to the caverns – their enormous size. Carlsbad Caverns are huge. Mammoth Cave has longer passages. My favorite is Blanchard Springs in Arkansas for shear beauty, variety and pristine condition.

Ideas striving for power tend to attach themselves to ideas that already have power – Musil

 Then the night at Brinley Lake among the Tamarisk (Salt Cedar) – the scourge of the west. It was introduced as a means of soil conservation and has taken over much of the native habitat where there is water near the surface.

Once the genuinely great, with its usual material poverty and purity of spirit is displaced by the mere label of greatness, all sorts of spurious candidates for the label push their way in – quite understandably – and then you also get the kind of greatness that can be conferred by publicity and business acumen – Musil


Then I headed north across Eastern New Mexico (why would anyone do that – well I have a fondness for the flat land – strange when there are so many mountains so near). So next came Bottomless Lakes

The personal quality of any given creature is precisely that which doesn’t coincide with anything else – Musil

 And now I am here in Clovis and god do I hate this wind.

April 6, 2009 - Artisia NM - The Choas Cafe

The great thing about this blogging is that you can make an entry while in a rush and comeback later and revise it - which is what I am doing now. Making a few corrections and filling in some details.

I am having breakfast (it was too cold in sit in camp waiting for the sun to come up) - biscuits and gravey and chorizo - and I found an outlet to recharge my battery and an unsecured internet connection.

Chirzo in Spain is usually a fermented cured pork sausage. I argue in vain that Spain has better sausages that Italy. Every region has their specialities and there is such a variety there. Spain is in love with the pig - jamon - Case de Jamon. And no a Javalina is not a pig - it is a class (technically a family) all of its own (meaning it has no close releatives). They come through camp in packs (pigs are found in herds - so there) of half a dozen to two dozen emitting a musky smell and brouzing on the vegataion at dawn and at dusk. In Mexican cusine the chrizo comes uncooked and is generaly fried and served soft.

The only safe thing to do is nothing
And noting is what being safe is

To do good, you must, to begin with, do something – Musil

 Just time for a quick update on my travels: Big Bend - four nights in the Chisos Mountains and two at Cottonwood on the bank of the Rio Grande (Rio Brovo is you live on the other side). $5,000 fine if you cross over and it true when they show the calvary crossing over in those old western movies that you can wade across - only four feet deep right now. And where it comes through the Sante Elena canyon you can touch both walls at the same time.



Davis Mountains home of the McDonald Observatory (Jack Horkehimer with is too obvious rug sitting on an image of the moon exhulltingly extilling the night sky on your public broadcasting station). Located just past Fort Davis, Texas.



Balmorhea St Park - pool feed by one million gallon per hour spring - scuba divers explore its 25 foot natural bottom. The day I was there a woman was photographing a friend dressed in a glittering red mermaid suit - almost another Wikiwasahie Springs. The temperature is a constant 71 degrees.


Guadalupe Mtn National Park the world's largest reef system fanning out in a horseshoe enclosing the Permian Basin and exposed here in the Gaudalupes (Texas' highest elevation.




Carlsbad Caverns Nat Pk. The caverns are huge. Hunderds of thousands of Mexican free tail bats make in their home in the sumer (only about a hundered had arrived - the count from the previous night). Taking the Natural Entrance path you descend 750 feet to the Big Room (an 8.5 acre cavern). There is an elevator back to the surface (at the time of construction it was the world's larest single assent elevator - those of the Empire State Building and the Eiffel Tower being multy assent elevators) in 59 seconds.



Then into New Mexico - the high plains - up the eastern side - got a National Park pass and a NM park pass which includes camping - so I'm comitted now to roaming this state to recover my expenese - 36 state parks and a lot of the state that I've never seen.

And all of the pick up trucks
Scurry about like foraging ants
And the RVs are lumbering
To escape
Their ravenous fury
Along comes the family dog
Occupying the extended cab
With its big bore diesel chugging
All the family hop out to brush their teeth
There at the water spigot. They are all
Cursing about awaiting the sun
And for the fun to begin

Well back to my breakfast before it gets cold (what's the use, it already is).

March 21, 2009 - Seminole Canyon State Park - Comstock Texas

This place was damn hard to find. Four miles of open range with cattle guards and then eight miles of gravel. And in spite of this the campsite is well populated for such ‘primitive’ facilities – all due no doubt to ‘spring break’. And I am not happy about this – i.e having fellow campers – oh, I’m such a grouch. And all along the border security is a major stimulant to the economy. Each little town has its Border Guard encampment – hundreds of white vehicles with green strips – there is a lot of wear and tear roaming around though the desert – I wonder why the US auto industry is still hurting. And at night small aircraft with spot lights fly along the border. Ever so often there is a vehicle check – men in green come out with dogs and check you out. Random spot checks would be more effective, but this is what you get when you have a large infrastructure. I think Homeland Security is all designed for peace of mind.- but it sure is a godsend for the local economies. Ask not what Homeland Security can do for you but what you can do for Homeland Security. I smiled and asked how far to Seminole Canyon? And he was polite and replied nine miles ahead.

And it occurs to me if now we have Homeland Security do we need a Department of Defense? You know it used to be called the Department of War but since we no longer have wars maybe is should be called the Department of Offense (don't they say the best defense is an offence?)

For the kind of people who take everything that happens seriously would be nauseated if they should assume that not every event had a good cause – Robert Musil




The ones leafing are elms, those are the pecans (they have deep tap roots and are tolerant of water. Now the hackberries, lets see if I can spot one, oh yes overthere, have roots that radiate out and root when it floods. This one is budding out but that doesn’t mean anything. We’ll probably lose it too.

But do we really need anything more to be sorry about / wouldn’t it be extra, as all pains is extra – Frank O’Hara

Some progress at last
Camp can be set up
Without getting pooped
Feet can be seen
Where belly used
To protrude
The news has not been
Heard in weeks
Have you heard, the news
Oh boy!

For some reason news papers are not the laboratories and experimental stations of the mind that they could be, to the public’s benefit, but usually only its warehouses and stock exchanges – Robert Musil

Crawford Texas

There were eight new trucks
If they had been of local ranchers
They all would have been white
If they had been those of the Secret Service
They all would have been black

We care too little about what is happening and too much about to whom, when, and where it’s happening, so tat it is not the essence of what happens that matters to us but only the plot – Robert Musil

For over five millennia, aboriginal artists recorded elaborate scenes upon the limestone canvas of canyons and rock shelters in an area defined by the lower courses of the Pecos and Devil's rivers and their confluences with the Rio Grande. The Rock Art Foundation exists to promote the conservation and study of the Native American rock art in the Lower Pecos region of Southwest Texas. A three mile hike (six round trip) hike takes you to an overlook above the Rio Grande. Across the way in the Seminole Canyon flooded by the Armistd Reservior is Panther Cave. You can barely make out a fifteen foot long panther done in red pigment. Below the visitor’s center in the Fate Bell Shelter with many pictographs and a few petrographs – accessible only on guided tours.

There is a strange phenomena that happens in art including the Pecos Cave art – over time it then to become abstract, then the culture disappears and eventually hundreds or even a thousand years later a whole ned more realistic style is seen. Now I am not say that abstraction causes the deterioration of culture, but maybe it is indicative of the final stages of a culture. Tomorrow its off to The Big Bend. (yes everything is big in Texas).