Dogs insistent, we kept on with the local explorations as best we could,

and then had two days away, the first only as far as La Clinica to see Desireé but then

on Wednesday early to Pueblo for two grocery and two autobody experiences [with time out

between autobodies for dentistry followed by carnitas enchiladas at Los Girasoles]…home late afternoon to stagger in with the groceries just ahead of a long spate of rain, lightning and thundering …nevertheless and despite that next morning made it up the knoll, 100′ above the

house to the edge of the impressively precipitous Yellow Zone from which the Huajatollas

were quite evident…

as was, later, industriousness and,

later still, a slight spate of after dinner rain,

not to be confused with a screensaver of Gerlach Dust;

Another other day with “The Oculus” [above] and “Crystal Vessel” [below], another 100′ walk,

this time with a view out across the upper upper Huerfano and the treacherous trek back down

[neither shown], a short late afternoon perambulation,

dinner al fresco oh and

the very next day, Saturday, the annual Libre meeting which, fearing contagion [two locals dropped out due to Covid-like symptoms], we opted to attend virtually and were glad we did;

anyway, there went the afternoon.  For some reason on Sunday it was very hard to ascend

a mere 90′ let alone make it

down to where I could go on reading about Noah Davis.

But I did; much more rewarding than the ongoing Epstein idiocies being used to cover up Machinations Most Dire. They’ll all play out and in the end we’ll still have POTUS, which decidedly does NOT stand for President of the United States, as a certain Totally Useless* Shit seems to have coopted that space to disastrous effect.  Well we’ll see.

*In actuality a most useful tool for his manipulators, to most everyone else’s detriment.