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Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Nostalgic Notes From A Boondock Near Wickenburg...


“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”  John Green, Looking for Alaska

Time-Money-Responsibilities. That's the excuse. Why, if it weren't for Time-Money-Responsibilities, I'd a been someone living the highlife somewhere else. Right....  


If we only had a crystal ball, maybe then we could manage the perfect storyline...to die with our last ten bucks in our wallet as we exhale our last breath. Perfect timing! 


Every once in a blue moon I pluck a small cardboard box off the shelf and rummage through a collection of vintage family snapshots. Most are black and white, with a noir veneer. 

Though I'm sure I was told, as my dear mother forced me to sit on her lap and go page by page, photo by photo, today I don't know half the people in those photos. And sadly, there's no one left alive that can tell me. I always glance at the reverse side, hoping for a hand scribbled revelation. But half the time there's a black mat of paper that suggests it was once glued to a page in some album. I regret waiting too long to take an interest in such things. In a digital world, who will take an interest in all the photos taken when the photographer dies? 

Eventually our children will sort through the same old photos that are in a box labeled "Old Photos." But the reality is, all but a few will end up improperly buried in some landfill...strangers without stories to explain their relevance to those who came after. Like the daily lesson on a blackboard, it's a process of erasing the past and moving on to the next day. The who and where we came from, the hardships endured, the getting-back-up after failure, the laughter of happy times, and the tears of sad endings, are forever lost.  


Thus, with reluctance and, more often than not, who gives a shit, l continue to blog photos and stories in the format of today's new age album. I bother to label photos, explain our adventures here and there. Who knows, as long as "someone" bothers to ante up for my domain name, these photos and stories will be available long after we are gone. What I wouldn't give to take a digital peek into the lives of my parents, grandparents, great grandparents. There is no "oral tradition" anymore. If personal history doesn't get written down, it's lost. 

Of course, the world keeps on spinning no matter how significant or insignificant the life and story. We're all temporary fixtures on this earth. The best we can hope for is health and happiness and family that cares about the wellbeing of each other. 

In the meantime, maybe, just maybe, someone, somewhere, might take inspiration from the "tracks" we've made on this earth before the sands of time cover them over for good. 


Photos from hikes and bike rides near Wickenburg, Arizona...





Below is a mandatory solo assault on Vulture Peak on a warm, sunny, and snaky day...




















 Peace out,

mark

12 comments:

  1. Miss you Big Guy! You can put me down as someone who continuously harvests inspiration from your life. You and Bobbie have set the bar! With some blood, sweat, tears and a little luck maybe .... just fucking maybe... Kelli and I can pull it off too! It would be neat to carry on the box canyon blog... although we would have some big shoes to fill. With great power comes great responsibility :)

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    1. That would be so cool...for you and Kelli to keep the spirit of outdoor adventure going. I could truly "rest in peace." Love you both soooo much.
      dad

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  2. What a gift your photos and words, thoughts, and sometimes rants are for Caleb. Treasure trove!

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    1. Thanks cousin. So glad a few people get "it," and "me." :)
      mark

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  3. We're glad you continue to blog about your adventures and we're thankful to have participated in some of them. I suspect you've inspired more people than you imagine!
    Gayle

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  4. I've got many old pics from relatives, time and places not known, along with many people in them. We started full-time in 2013 and I'm glad I saved everything in google photos. That along with google timeline has given me the tools to identify our travels.

    Your blog is can excellent source for this also.

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  5. Mark, I some how feel a connection to your words and pictures. I too am at this point in my like with a box full of pictures. I want to thank you for these words and want you to know that I read every blog, your inspiration inspires me on to be a better person. Thanks

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  6. I, for one, am glad you continue to record your wanderings and musings on this space! You provide thoughtful inspiration to lots of folks out there. I hope that Blogger content is available for the rest of my life, at least, so I can look back on the images I posted during my time on the road...heck, even all the photos I post on FB and IG. As technology moves on even those memories could be lost to the dustbin in the cloud!

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  7. Incredible ability to put what Myself and many others feel, into words. Somewhat mirror like. Thanks!

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  8. Poignant thoughts about the remnants we leave behind. In many ways everything we create in our lives are so many footprints in the sand. The same can be said about every human endeavor on a long enough time scale. Sometimes we set a trail for others to trace. Sometimes we'll retrace our steps later in life. Sometimes the remnants simply fade like so much dust. But as I see it, is that a reason to stop creating? What else is there?

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