As my "sabbatical" from real life spirals downward, along with the weather (sigh), let me tell you something: Spring neither comes nor goes softly in the wild west. Rather, it roars like a lion on meth and rarely sleeps. And for all the stock one puts in the symbolic hoax of Spring's New Beginnings, Renewal, Warmth, Hope, and Dreams of Girls in sundresses twirling to music in grassy parks, the reality is quite the opposite. Oh Spring you bitch... nothing but a fickle, frigid, tease disguised as March and April. Confined to my "Box" as it rocks and shudders on a windy perch, I might as well throw up a post because all "flights of fancy" have been grounded except for the ones in my mind...
I know... everyone complains about the weather but nobody does anything about it. I have, and continue, to pay a high price in frustration for these glorious views, rides, and hikes. Oh it may look lovely in the photos, but that's only because "Mariah" is invisible. Bobbie fares worse in Lovely Ouray, so she is on her way here in "hopes" that it will be an improvement. Ha. Board game anyone?
As I was saying, I've less than a week till the end of my sabbatical. I will stare my old friend "reality" in the face, shake his hand, and ask what he's been up to. It's been interesting, sociologically speaking, spending long periods of time apart from Bobbie, all alone, with few diversions beyond my own wretched intellect. That's a lot of time to fill. When one reaches my age, they can only ride so long and hike so far.
I try not to "go to town" for entertainment/distraction anymore. The one time I did it cost nearly 2000 bucks. Another reason is the inconvenience and hassle of reinstalling Goldie to her hilltop perch.Truly, it required the ingenuity of three Rube Goldbergs and no less than 6 mirrors in order to get her level enough that she doesn't feel like a circus "fun house." Also, it gets tiresome bailing shower water to the drain. Thus I try to stay put. Only after the Black Water indicator flashed "Danger Zone" for 5 days and I ran out of beer did I break camp and head into Moab.
Excepting the beer emergency, I thought I could be content indefinitely on my perch. Who needs an indoor toilet? Well, apparently, I do. It's really hard for me to take a shit outdoors here, what with cold mornings, arthritic knees, and incessant wind trying to blow me into my "business." The good news is that it won't be long till I'm back in diapers, a time when I can thumb my nose at restrooms and avoid the debate with my prostate as to whether or not it will allow me to dribble a leak in both a reasonable and fashionable amount of time. That, my friends, will be real freedom. Go ahead and laugh, young men, but your day will come.
Peace out from Eastern Utah, where they call the wind "Mariah."
At least WE are still getting older.ReplyDelete
It beats the alternative :)Delete
Unless my eyes are playing mind games with me today ... your photos look sharper than your last post when you brought up the topic of photo quality. Have you done something different?ReplyDelete
Still blurry on my end... guess I won't know what's up till I get out of No Man's Land and back to a good connection. Maybe it's my eyes going bad. Lord, what's next...Delete
Hope you are enjoying your solitude. What kind of critters are you seeing in the Moab Outback?ReplyDelete
Lots of Jack Rabbits... too many, actually, they are everywhere. And mice, who have found a way into my living space. Caught one three nights in a row... seems they like peanut butter as their last supper (snicker).Delete
I was happy to see that you went and dumped your tanks before Bobbie came back, as I'm sure she was. Hope your weather turns out better than predicted.ReplyDelete
Now running out of beer, that is an emergency, glad you stocked up again.ReplyDelete
Hmmm...it seems you're not the only "soul" who has spent 40 days in the wilderness. Enjoy what's left of your vernal equinox, cause the real solstice bitch is fast approaching. At least for red rock country. Time to get back to the high country "Jeremiah". No, not THAT one. The Robert Redford one.ReplyDelete
Not a great weekend to be up on the bluff. Stay safe!ReplyDelete