Three dog beds, wind in the trees and birds sing in the morning, but he’d spent years in silence anyway…old for a long time [cue Dave Alvin here].  That third bed turned up under ours trying

to find one the girl could bear to sleep on, sad, sad, but the sun came up, the crits came out

and on we went, a day or so later walking out to the Jupiter to pick some to burn

in farewell, later watched the Milky Way rise [between moons] and thanked him for being.

L. remained busy

and dust was intermittent

or not.

Tuesday was a town day, a bit out of sync these slightly dazed days but days nonetheless,

so to Winnemucca, by the High Road

with Sight-Seeing in scenic downtown Sulphur on the way over

to the DMV, groceries and Lunch.

Subsequently south and west to Imlay, north and west

to Imlay Summit

and the [other] High Road from Rosebud Canyon

to Sulphur and, yet again,

[on their own, and then some]

the High Road west as far as Trego

until the Relief of the Playa…no road, no Burners, no problem.

In retrospect we shoulda jumped on at Cholona and avoided the washboards

but home nonetheless by four.

Life goes on.  Of course.