Global winding

Al Gore can’t be blamed for this. Or perhaps he can, perhaps global winding is just the result of his pompastical warnings about global warming.

Whoever the cause, whatever the source, the Southwest has been persistently flailing wind gusts up to 50 mph for weeks at everything in sight. Sometimes all day, sometimes afternoon and evening, sometimes warm, sometimes cool.

But always windy. Too windy to sit outside. Too windy for campfires. So windy that doggy walks are unpleasant. Barth rocks. Things on the roof sound loose. Eyes dry.

Perhaps if a lot of peeps join me at 12 noon on April 1 with a collective conscience call for calm, nice weather for a while… So let’s go for it.

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Night of January 16th

I attended the local Deming rendition of Ayn Rand’s play “Night of January 16th” yesterday. Given that my expectations were low, sitting through the play was not unpleasant, except for the discussion between my bones and the less-than-comfortable chair and the enforced containment therein. Fortunately there were three acts to allow a stretch. My interest in the play was primarily due to the author. So I now know what the play is and is not to prepare me in case a more professional rendition is encountered down the road.

The local audience related to the actors well because they are all local Deming-ites. Even though the play was undoubtedly a serious event as originally presented, the local version was cast as a comedy, and did evoke an occasional smile.

Some descriptive excerpts from Wikipedia:

Never mind, just go read it at Wikipedia.

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Arrival: Camp Many Cacti at Columbus, NM (aka Pancho Villa State Park)

Arrival at Camp Many Cacti actually occurred two days ago, but winds have been so high there was little inclination to compose and publish a post with pics.

As I put Annie T. Dog outside to go barking, I did take a pic of the current setting. Of course if I turn around 180 degrees, I would capture the rest of the park, destroying the impression of isolation.

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More Reminiscing CSPS

View while ascending Mt. Graham

Most of the Boondockers went on a ride through the “back country” near Morenci/Clifton. It was a simple single road. The leader was lost within the first 1/4 mile.

I did take a pic of the Snowy Peak so that you could see the Shadows at Camp Snowy Peak Shadows, but I somehow lost the picture of the Snowy Peak that cast the late day Shadows, also known as Mt. Graham.

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