The heat of the sun cuts through cold wind. Calm before the inferno. Lime green cottonwoods! Lime green grass sprouting out of brown rubble. Flowers and bees! Butterflies I'm creosote. Butterflies pulverized on fronts of expensive cars. Scorpions hiding behind doors to rooms that cost more than half the rent.
January, Death Valley, Cottonwood Mountains, Three Friends. The weather report for the valley says rain so that means snow in the mountains. I pack a fleece, down jacket, frog toggs, and gloves from Family Dollar. Good gloves cost a lot of money. The smell of toasted creosote. Wet desert. Visibility: dryer sheet. A winter wind … Continue reading Cottonwood Ridge
In Willy’s closet I have seen close to twenty t-shirts with names of diner’s from LA to Massachusetts. He will eat at any diner, then buy it’s shirt: Alice’s Diner Somerset Grill Homeskillet Mel’s Willy’s eyes get big when he looks at the menu. “What’ll it be?” asks the server. Willy will be on … Continue reading Watching Willy Eat
I have one day off during the busy holiday weekend so I stay nearby. There is another canyon in Tucki (Tuck-eye) Mountain I haven't hiked called Little Bridge, named after its main feature, a natural bridge, little, but not so little you can't walk under it. I pass caravans of tourists headed for the sand … Continue reading Little Bridge
Thirsty on account of a spring run dry Ain't got nobody to give me a swig Twenty miles from Stovepipe I'm standin here worried Trouble runnin through my mind Crickets, cattails, and cottonwoods but a spring run dry Though I see it runnin in my mind Turn around go on back Go on back
Mesquite Flat. Scotty's Castle Road. I've got my thumb out in a sand storm. Cant even see Stovepipe. Not much traffic. I've just come out of an unusual and beautiful remote canyon in the Grapevine Mountains called Titanothere, named after a feeble minded dinosaur, an ancestor of the modern day rhinoceros. Some guy found its … Continue reading Titanothere
From my porch chair I can see the Grapevine and Funeral Mountains and their alluvial fans that rise and disappear in heat waves that lead into remote and eerie gulches and canyons that geologists get hard over. And pull me. I've read about the geology of this region-but with a distracted brain. I will not … Continue reading Mesquite Flat