The Road So Far

Spring                                           Hare Moon

The trip continues to stair step its way north.  I drove the five and a half hours to Denver today.  When I knocked on the door, Ruth, the birthday girl who did not know I was coming, fluttered her hands and got a shy look.  Taken aback and surprised.  Then, glad to see me.

Certain high points were in the trip’s plan:  Carlsbad, Tucson, the Saguaro National Park and Chaco Canyon.  They were, each in their own way, worth the effort it took to get to them.

There have been surprises, too.  The stark beauty of the Chihuahuan desert between Deming, New Mexico and Tucson.  The unexpected abundance of plant life in the Sonoran desert, a plantscape dominated by the tall and somber Saguaro, but dotted with other cacti, trees, shrubs and flowers.  There was, too, the magnificent sky up on the Mogollon Rim, with Orion standing high, a Saguaro of the sky.

The high mesas, the rock formations like Shiprock and Windowrock, the mountains of northern Arizona were also wonderful.  Santa Fe was like visiting a different country.  The adobe, the thick timbers as roof beams, the forearm thick branches used in doors and windows, the pastels enchanted me, as the license plate says.

Then there were the Sangre de Cristos mountains north of Santa Fe and to the west of the freeway.  Following the mountains always on the western horizon from Santa Fe to Denver, made me realize that the leeward side of the mountain ranges were a natural thoroughfare and probably have been for thousands of years.

Those folks down in Tucson and other parts of the southwest and west are recipients of an unexpected bounty, visible from the road: a heavy snowpack in the Rockies.  This means the Colorado should run full and do that in a year when the drought gripping those areas only deepens.

Driving from Tucson, where the Arabic world has contributed the word haboob for the sorts of violent wind storms yellow highway signs warn about, to Denver, where the snowpack in the Rockies 900 miles away will determine the water politics for the next year, illustrates the close linkage natural to these lands, mountains and deserts.  It cannot account for the sudden and disastrous amount of water used in biomes meant for cacti, mesquite, rattlesnakes and gila monsters.

Land of Enchantment

Spring                                                      Hare Moon

Santa Fe.  The adobe here catches the eyes, then the scent of pinyon smoke and the art galleries.  Also, the number of thin gray-haired citizens moving around with purpose, as if channeling Georgia O’Keefe.  It’s easy to imagine a chunk of this Latin influenced culture breaking off and taking root in other places.  An emphasis on beauty, use of native products and Latin American diffusion carried by sophisticated Latinos, artists, writers and outdoor enthusiasts.  Maybe as Chaco Canyon was to the pueblo cultures of the 850-1150 period.

By this time in the trip the Garmin, once unwelcome, has made me her bitch.  I hang on her every word, follow her exactly.  I think the voice model they hired might have been a dominatrix at some point.  It does take away the anxiety of navigating, especially in cities and off the main highway systems.  I like that.

When I drove from Holbrook to Gallup at 4 am yesterday, a sickle moon hung in the sky with Venus about 4 degrees away in line with the bottom point of the sickle.  It is an image that I will work with in the journal.  The pueblo people emulate the clouds, building up communities, then dissipating and moving on.  This moon hung in a clear sky and it was not difficult at all to stand with the pueblo people and the dine of the last thousand plus years and see with them the blessing.  The clouds created by the heat of the day would extend this beauty into the blue reaches of a sunlit sky.

Our kiva sees the same moon and planet, sees clouds in the day and the procession of stars at night.  Yes, our seasons are different, but plants grow in both our kivas and so do animals.  We are different, yet we are the same.