these days I was living in Dave’s newly acquired used travel trailer ostensibly supervising an outlaw band of well armed brothers and others in turn overseen by a very shaky Gulf War

[remember that one?] Vet and self-described demolitions expert, traveling back and forth to Winnemucca on the high road to procure the weekly cash payroll.  Late in the month Humboldt Drilling made Dave a new well but their loader got stuck in post-snowstorm muck. They drilled me a well as well which came flowing in on my 53rd birthday.  Twenty-nine years later, still

wet in March but hoping things stay dry from now into April when the semis arrive from Omaha

and the offroad forklift unloads Linda’s sculptures back from their big adventures; https://mikesmooreptgs.com/wordpress/?m=202310&paged=6 https://mikesmooreptgs.com/wordpress/?m=202310&paged=5

Meanwhile this time out weather very like that other March, and much since…

much we certainly couldn’t do now…

but between then and now somehow we…did.

Counting the days, recalling the years…

watching the light fade on the Granites.