
I found a shady spot, with the Ghost Ranch coral practicing behind me. It wasn’t too hot, and the music the wind carried to me was lovely. What a great way to pass a Thursday morning.
Sunrise 5:52am Ghost Ranch
Desert Rain
“A Desert Rain”
The cool rain poured in sudden haste
Upon the thirsty sod,
And life throughout an arid waste
Rejoices, thanking God.
Each wild and lonely desert flower
Is royally arrayed,
As if in one brief, stormy hour
The world were newly made.
Where vagrant breezes stray and waft
The mesquite’s sweet perfume,
The green saguaro’s fluted shaft
Lifts high a richer bloom.
The palo verde blossoms glow
Like jets of yellow fire,
And every bird we love and know
Pipes in the tuneful choir.
The fair Altruria of the bees,
Beneath the orange boughs,
Hears whispered friendships of the trees
As sweet as lovers’ vows.
Wee desert folk from strife forbear–
Their deadly conflicts cease,
As if responsive to the prayer
For Universal Peace.
No more on thorns the linnet hangs–
Slain by the cruel shrike;
The coiled crotalus sheathes his fangs,
And does not care to strike.
Here blooms the world like Aaron’s rod,
New verdure clothes the plain–
The wondrous miracle of God
That follows a desert rain!
-Andrew Downing
Washing Feet And Washing Shoes
Rappelling on Enchanted Rock
Thirty-plus feet
Is
a
long
way
up.
Adrenaline surges:
fingers fumble,
palms sweat,
knees shake.
Breath quickens
and heart races.
The air is hot and dusty,
and the tang of old sweat and metal
is heavy in your nose. Your helmet slips
against your brow.
But there’s a reassuring tug
against your climbing harness,
the belayer yelling encouragement,
and you smile across the platforms
to your friend the next one over.
Then you grip the gritty rope,
breathe in deep,
inch towards the edge
and
leap.
-AMMCJ
A Something in a Summer’s Day

“A something in a summer’s Day”
by Emily Dickinson
A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —
The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —
Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —
So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
Sunset 8:41
On the Road to Pedernal

This is a lovely path with a view of Pedernal. The actual road to the trail that goes up Pedernal is blocked with a sign that says “do not go any farther or you may be subject to a $10,000 fine”, that forest and many others are closed due to fires. So our hikes will have to remain less epic until they reopen the forests.
The Chama River in Full Color
Sunset 23 June 2013

Chimney Rock is a lovely after dinner hike. Tonight I hiked it with family and friends, old and new. The weather was delightful, and my girls so much stronger than they were a year ago when we last hiked this trail together. The two Prairie Rattlers we saw on the trail kept us sober, and reminded us that wilderness is wild. On the way down, the sunset was spectacular.





