hear, smell, feel…is way more complicated than WE are.  Of Course…

Meanwhile, our good friends having headed down the road soon after breakfast, I organized a morning watercolor, went to town to collect the mail, mail an absentee ballot, see various humans and lay in gasoline for a possible trip in the event I felt perkier later in the week

…which didn’t exactly happen soon.

The weather at least was perfect and certain things got done or at least Observed like,

below, “Hercules”,

“Gem”,

“Gramma Seed”

and this unnamed broken-window thingie out on the flat.

Looking south to the Parker Ranch Saturday morning

I felt sufficiently recovered/energetic so that after an afterlunch run to Gerlach

a small exploratory foray up onto the Granites’ alluvium beckoned but the road, at first only

slightly washed out, became truly impassable further on.  At which point a person had

to backtrack to the highway, go north

up the canyon and a bit into the Buffalo Hills just to get a sense of the season.

On the way down a Prowler that would prowl no more was ditched opposite Willey’s driveway

strangely unscathed though the SUV pulling it had obviously rolled..

I went on home to an evening

and a last truly glorious Nevada fall day…

Monday after a trip around the ponds the dog and I dogged it

on down the desert; Sand Pass, Fish Springs, etc. etc.

through Loyalton’s Hallowe’en preparations and over the hill with disastrous tidings continuing

from Pittsburgh to the usual stop, Heather Glen.

Then the frayed traffic, not as bad as sometimes, and home to a warm Benicia afternoon in an American October of shootings and all the usual polarizing racism…

Not good, not good at all; third world phony election shenanigans…no succor for the suckers.

Well, vote if you haven’t, and hope for the best.