Archive | July, 2013

Cow Country

21 Jul

“You know what’s a really terrible smell? 

Sea lions.”

We continued on through the dairy farm.

Rain

17 Jul

Every year New Mexicans collectively get together and freak out proudly over the fact that it’s raining because ‘it never rains here.’ In reality it rains for a solid month, sometimes two, every year without fail (yet they still don’t construct gutters, sewers, and adequate drainage for the streets and flooding is a constant issue) and it shouldn’t be a shock to anyone.  Where I grew up you could wake up to rain, tornadoes, freak snow or hurricanes.  Hell it could be 100% humidity randomly one day. It wasn’t a surprise in February when it was raining with thunder and lightening.  Rain in Albuquerque in July… no shock there folks.  Move along.

Wild Pack of Family Dogs

15 Jul

Bekah and I met in Belize. Boston, barracudas, viper, and archaeology were involved. But that’s a story for later. That’s a story I will write next week. But anyhow, so we met in the summer of 2005 in Belize and somehow I convinced her to move to New Mexico and attend UNM with me. We got a crappy dumpy house next to the university and a blow up mattress, some folding lawn chairs, and stole WiFi from the Wendy’s. On the weekends we would go out and explore the archaeological sites of northern New Mexico and made friends with our idiotic frat boy neighbors. Back when we were young, (even more) silly, and full of wonder. When we had nothing, and yet we had it all.

This picture from 2006 sums it up rather nicely. (I’m the one with the pickle).

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Bekah had never been camping before. Being a city girl, fresh from Boston, she hadn’t done lots of things. Learned to drive a car, ridden a bike… but camping. That just seemed such a shame to me. We had just spent a summer or two in the rainforest and so we were up for anything. I had spent a research semester working at Chaco Canyon and I convinced Bekah and some of our idiotic neighbors to come out for the weekend with me so I could show them around all the sites. Chaco Canyon is unparalleled in beauty and culture and history. It really is a must see.

So it came to be that Bekah went on her first camping trip.

We packed up the old Subaru and headed out. We wanted a scenic route. And we also thought we were invincible. And we were both somewhat new to the desert southwest.

The Chaco Canyon website has this warning:

Warning: Some of the local roads recommended by map publishers and services using GPS devised to access Chaco are unsafe for passenger cars. Please use our written directions below to avoid getting lost or stuck.

I had even spent a semester out there and chose somehow to not heed this warning. So… yes we started late in the day. Yes, it got dark. We got lost. The water was up in the wash and we were afraid to try to cross. What to do? We set up camp right where we were- wherever that was.

There was no moon and it was really dark. We pulled our little caravan into a U shape and pitched the tents. Pulled out the hot dogs, snacks, some beer, and I’m fairly certain someone brought out a hookah. We proceeded to eat, drink, and be merry out in the middle of the desert, far from anyone or anything.

We thought.

One of the neighbors we brought along was a little green (I’m pretty sure he was still a teenager, if memory serves me) and he ended up a little sick and woozy, lying at the edge of our camp circle staring out into the distance.

“Guys. Guys. Guys.” he was shouting. We were ignoring him. “Something is out there! Something is watching me!”

“Shut up” we laughed, tossing bits of bread and things at him.

And then after a few minutes he would start again. Finally he was getting quite persistent and borderline hysterical, so we all looked over at him, out across the sagebrush and prickly pear and into…

A pair of eyes reflecting red in the beams of our flashlights. And then another pair.

A wild pack of dogs had smelled us and heard our commotion and come up on us without our noticing. A panic ensued, with folks tripping over other folks and screaming and running. I ended up in the car with Bekah. The sick boy was in the backseat, moaning. She and I were frantically running over scenarios of what to do, how we could get away. Finally (and this is how she tells it though I personally deny all suggestions about my inner redneck) I looked over at Bekah, dead serious and straight faced, and proclaimed, “Imma git ’em.”

I proceeded to put the car in drive and to the appropriate tune of banjo music I bounced us over the brush and dirt and actually tried to chase off the dogs, the kid in back dangling his head out the window and puking the whole time.

Well, I guess I did chase off the dogs, and I don’t remember how but we did end up getting to sleep that night. When we awoke in the morning we discovered that we had camped right on the EDGE OF A GIANT CLIFF.

And that was Bekah’s first camping trip.

Remind me sometime to tell you about the second time we encountered a wild dog out west. 😉

Heartbreak

15 Jul

I should write about heartache. And loneliness. Aching and sadness. Isolation. Depression. A deep unending sadness. Not knowing where it comes from or how far it goes and not knowing if it will ever end. That choking feeling in the throat and the tightness in the chest. That’s what I know. That’s what I should write.

That feeling of lonesome homesickness. When you just want to go home. But you don’t know where home is. Just lonesome and homesick.

About looking at trees and beginning to weep and watching the fog roll in over a body of water and being so overcome by the beauty and the sadness of it that the heart swells. 

I was thinking about it lately. I don’t really know why. I guess maybe the desert is wearing on me after all. 

Riding the Glow

13 Jul

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Lately I’ve been riding my own glow into subspace. Sometimes I forget, but I have an awesome reminder on my ribcage, thanks to last November.

Riverside

6 Jul

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I’ve been trying to get us out more. For starters, we could both use the exercise. Also it’s a brand new city, what better place- what better time than now to set in place some healthful habits and bond a little with my pup while exploring our new surroundings.

Tonight we to a stroll down by Ladybird Lake. I do enjoy all the parks in Austin, I believe.

Soul Food Saturday

6 Jul

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Cooking up some southern yummies for the weekend. Biscuits, gravy, bacon, and some delicious turkey pot pie and cornbread for dinner. Sounds good to me!

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