Now here

Here at Wall in the spring every day sees new growth while the two little dinosaurs

evicted from their dangerously situated nests atop the rolling shades

under the eastern eaves perch quizzically out in the greasewood.

Weather, or not.

After a day Aggie’s off her food, but only because she’s eating baby bunnies, and

after a bit more than a day one begins to wind down, space out and feel a little more

easy, an opportune time to take off

across the landscape

with Tuareg music and six Pronghorn alongside for most of the slow-paced Rabbithole Cutoff,

then the speedier Rosebud Canyon to Seven Troughs Road and east to Imlay Summit.

At Imlay onto the freeway to Winnemucca [not shown] for

DMV, rodent traps and chocolate followed by the East Range

whereat is at Radar Ranch and the Mysterious Boxes packed for me by Enrico and Matteo before handing the place over to The French, a fortuitous connection for all, we think.

So, East Range; Auld Lang Syne Gulch…

the Lower Saddle, from which one often had to snowshoe in winter

to the houses on the hill, truly an amazing place.  I hadn’t been back in over a decade

and had somewhat forgotten how much I love and miss the country and the place.

Loading boxes, eating lunch, visiting the the old studios

and the house itself, former radar facility of the SAGE System, all wonderful to see again

as well as the peak [last summer’s  fires came SO close!] which

we always called Auburn after the mine below but this map i have sez

it may actually be Auld Lang Syne, like the gulch down there.  Nearly two, time to go

down, down said gulch and Dun Glen Canyon

to T/A for gas, Imlay [not shown],

Rye Patch, Imlay Summit, Rosebud Canyon,

Rabbithole Spring to

the High Road and across the desert alluvium to Wall.

which ain’t so bad, either.  How quickly we forget…everything.

 

M

 

6 thoughts on “Now here

  1. Fred Kolo

    A particularly rich crop in this group. There is some underlying consistency which really glues it all together, perhaps just consistency of place and season, or more likely that strong horizon line that holds everything in place. Just back from China which doesn’t look anything like this–no evidence of a horizon in sight!

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    1. mikesmoore Post author

      A friend of Enrico’s, originally a composer from Paris, who now makes maccarons in L.A. who lives in Ojai, bought it as a place to go with his wife and three boys. Seems like a great guy, good outcome.

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