


Sitting on a rock next to the glow of the campfire…Grubby hands scooping beans right out the tin can. Sharing laughter with pleasant company while engaging in the ritual “pull and pass” of whiskey. The warmth of a sleeping bag amidst the chilly canyon air… It is these very moments, which countless cowboys, hobos, college students and artists have already experienced moreover glorified; that leave us not at a standstill, but moving to the fore.
The haze has settled. Orion watches over us from his normal resting place. Does he disapprove of the 6 lane highways being erected in the sky? What was once a singular winding, lonely and dusty Milky Way are now the paved, predetermined paths in which the bright lights of satellites and airplanes zoom by.
Introducing: the new and improved...
MILKY EXPRESSWAY
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An ocottillo |
Locals don't call it by it's name as that may beckon it...
The big “W” is howling again. Eerie moans through the crack in my bedroom window. It is all encompassing and seemingly impossible to escape. Another indicator of the harshness of this land I set up shop in. Luckily, one can find respite indoors, where the only reminder of the cruelty outside can be heard softly in the background amongst the safety of my government furnished and carpeted luxury.