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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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Reality, Comma, Various Aspects of

We followed the water-scoured sandstone channels until they petered out, then crossed to the next gully west. This ended in a series of tinajas and a plunge pool. 74 more words

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Rock Happy

A frosty desert morning on the gravels of the ancient Rio Puerco. All around us, distantly, the pop and crack of target shooting. We parked in a trashed pullout and hiked away from the road. 91 more words

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Deep Thoughts

We followed the ridge for a while, then dropped into the dry gorge. Seasonal flash floods had carved an amphitheater, huge, cool, and dim. The east rim, where the low sun struck, was brilliant yellow against the cobalt sky. 38 more words

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