whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
when i have time, and the energy, i walk in the neighborhood. there's been a lot of construction going on, everywhere. the markings on the street are urban hieroglyphics. i'm sure they mean something to someone, and i am not among the cognescenti.
for some reason, i've been missing the band, and levon helm in particular. the band was a revelation for me (c'mon, music from big pink?!), musically and otherwise. levon helm had a particular place in my heart. it's my opinion that he did the best solo work of the group. robbie robertson still has places to go.
for the last couple of weeks, i've been hiking some of the trails in mt. charleston. in the 5+ years i've lived here, this is the first foray i've made up there. i've been going with jim. he's been plagued with unrelentingly nasty saddle sores, and as a result his cycling and training have been halted. a very sad state of affairs, since he was on track for a stellar racing season. for more on that, go here, if only for the picture! anyway... i do not make the best hiking companion. i'm slow on the climbs, blow my nose constantly, rest often, pant more than breathe, and am prone to singing loudly when i have enough air. i do, however, rock the downhills, and tend to be annoyingly cheerful. i also bring along treats.
jimmy, on the other hand, has the legs of a mountain goat, and the heart and lungs of a damn sherpa. he's at least a switchback and a half ahead of me on the climbs. i'm usually looking at his butt, when i can see him at all. you know what they say, when you're not the lead dog, the scenery never changes. i see a lot of this.
in the hopes of doing a backpacking overnight trip to the summit of mt. charleston, we've been testing fitness, boots, equipment, sanity, etc. all are lacking in some dimension. i'm beginning to think sanity is the main issue.
these photos aren't exceptional in any way, other than as a record. these are from yesterday's adventure, to the top ofbonanza peak.
did i mention there are wild horses? they sure eat a lot.
on the way up:
and at the summit:
the ammo box contains a log where you can sign in and comment. it's also how you know you're in the right place. there is at least one "false" summit.
this is what i sing. until today, i could only remember the first verse.