The Boonster—above, in AM Sundial mode—he's an early exerciser. Probably has something to do with Coffee, as in Coffee Girl, wanting to get the day's adventure started. Can you blame her? She's off-leash, free to chase down every scent, rodent, rabbit, or insect...and so are we. What a way to live—unbounded freedom, unlimited options—plan-less as hobos, at least until Old Man Winter pushes us south.
Today's post is from last week's Hike 'n Bike exploratory excursion from our new and improved boondock. This landscape has two diametrically opposed personalities, one "Plain" Jane, to the point of being stark, sterile...Martian. The other, a feast for the eyes, rich, boundless...colorful. They lay side by side in opposition, repelling each other like poles on a magnet, as incongruent as male and female—hard and soft, lion and lamb, ruggedly handsome and beautiful—one defining the other via antonymic depiction...irrelevance.
We are strange bedfellows, the oddest of "couples," yet co-boondock in perfect harmony...a little something for the Postcard Lovers, a little something for the indifferent. As with any "marriage," success is built on compromise. Go figure...the "quarrelers" have reached a truce, for now, anyway. Co-boondocking has merit, it pays dividends, has unsuspecting rewards. It forces us out of our routines and, yes, ruts, and rewards us with diversity of friendships. Compromise is the foundation of any "marriage," and it can work in any relationship, even in Congress.
Can you spot Bobbie in the photo below? It adds a measure of scale to include a person in photos taken in Big Country...