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Silence, Sound

On the Dinetah. A long, bright canyon ruined with pump stations and the smell of gas.  A four-point buck bounded away with noiseless leaps; it stopped on the far side of the wash and looked at me. 36 more words

Walking All Day On Stone

Yo Ho Ho

We parked not far from an old rancho, and spent the day trudging up and down gravel hills. The bigger chert cobbles had been “mined” for the knapping of projectile points: busted cores, anvils, and hammer stones. 29 more words

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Planning

I have a complex relationship with planning. I have always been a list maker who loves her planners and creates outlines in copious detail. I confess to being one of those who will add something to the list and check it off if I accomplish something that I did not have on the list to begin with. 856 more words

Writing

And Then the Rains Came

I discovered my poncho wasn’t waterproof any more.

It shed most of the water mechanically, so I wore it tied at my neck like a Superman cape. 54 more words

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Baa, Baa, Fat Sheep

Under the overhang of a rock shelter was a pictograph that reminded me of a marrano, the pudgy gingerbread pig you can buy in every good Mexican bakery. 88 more words

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Living Gold

In the sandpits of a big Archaic site we came upon a golden bull snake, thick-bodied, almost six feet long. We approached it cautiously. It did not move except to flick its black tongue, smelling us. 47 more words

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Do Not Litter

I get cranky about trash in the wilderness. At the foot of the low mesa I picked up what I thought was a fragment of gray plastic hose. 72 more words

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