I should know better then tell on myself but
I was never oneto keep secret a good tale about myself
or others.
More probably its beyond my written skills and goina
to be too long for me to keep the effort to make
it a good read but if you can stay with me on this
one the material is worthy your time.
Its only my talent that might be in question.
Heart broke and love lost can make a foolish
man go more deep into wilderness then
common sense should allow. However pain is no
companion of sound thinking on the high seas of emotions.
So one holiday arrived and I thought to head
out beyond where I been before with
no mind to personal limitations. A man can't
worry about the crafts of survival when his
carrying burning sticks in his heart.
Things just take care of themselves, don't they?
I drove out toward New Mexico full of those question of life
and meaning driven by certain conclusion that I had lost in
the game of love. Usually the truth of lost love can't be
figured real quickly because a guy will lie and collude
against him self so that he can justify stayin in the chase
for the one who drove him half mad. I needed to be lost deep
in wilderness cause when I pulled my heart out of my chest
I could not abide witness to see this pitiful beating pump.
From heaven Hank Williams looked down and started
writing a love song. On I drove.
I drove along Hwy 82 toward Artesia still headed west.
Cloudcroft appeared in my windshield as a wild enough and
pretty place to get lost some where 'out there ' in the canyons
of the Apache braves. Kindred souls since childhood days.
I drove through town bought the provisions I would need for survival.
A case of Budweiser some Vienna sausage, crackers,lid of grass.
I had brought from Dallas.
Beyond town I saw an exit to White Canyon and there I parked
loaded up my back pack and looked toward a likely direction
to take. Within the hour I was walkin a ravine of beautiful white
bark birch trees. All chalky straight up they shot in sweet mountain
air. My god, they were a sight. A large smooth bolder invited
a good place to roll a sweet joint and reflect my fortunes
and sorrows. Between the grass and the God's divine handy work
there in the ravine I spontaneously stood up and rhymed an invocation
to the grand creator of this moment then satisfied I lifted my pack
and was on my way.
Bad knees are a curse to a boulder hopper over a long period of time and
soon my knees were complaining about the obtuse angles they were
subjected to. In the spirit of cooperation I would oblige stopping long
enough to fire up another joint and assess the shifting mood as I elevated
my spirits. Somewhere it occurred that I might take stock of my location
not knowing where I was and no path finder either. Onward into the fog
I came to a dry bed creek crossing. Crossing over I looked below
seeing a small number of cows grazing.
Here also I cross my first limitation in this story which is a one hundred
and eighty degree backward sense of direction. There I stood thinking this
seems the way but knowing the other is probably right. I turned
counter-intuitively the right way. Onward. After some time I looked over
my shoulder to see all the cows had come out the ravine to follow me.
Me stoneder then a drunk waltzing mouse. If I stopped the cows also
would stop and wait for me to continue my walk so they could follow.
This was worrisome to my grass haze induced mind "what do they want,
this cows" ? On it went,I would stop, the cows would stop
I would go forward the cows would follow and so forth.
It started raining not hard but my shirt and pants were sure wet.
I was worrying about the direction I had taken and with effort decided
to turned against the cows and begin to walk toward them. An aggressive
gesture both to the cows and to me. They would hurry ahead of me and
stop looking back at me like " have you lost your friggen mind"? I would
determinedly wave my arms and they turning reluctantly would hurry and
stop and turn to ascertain if I had come to my senses and abandoned this
foolhardy notion of walking the wrong way.
Things had to come to a head because the cows were decidedly getting
agitated and I appeared to behaving in a threatening manner. Then we
came to a problem. I could see ahead a raise into some birch groves
which the cows sought refuge away from me. The wrong way going
mad man. There they stood on slanted ground looking bugged eyed
at me. I knew these guys wouldn't stood long on that sloop and just
as I started to go past they sure enough down they came running hard
I jumped back and the cows headed back to the ravine .Nobody was
happy with each other.
All this and me getting chilled gave me pause. Looking about my sur-
roundings I saw a group of birch at the top of a rise and there I thought
to make my stand until morning. Then it started to hail.
I had made a little place amongst the birch trees close enough to to bend
my ground pad between the trees to provide a roof. Now its July but its
hailin and I had no jacket or warm cloths. I better light a joint so as to think
better. Its chilly but still light and Iam thinking it might get cold tonight and
I don't really have much in the way of clothing shelter just out here with my
heart and all. Hum.
to be continued.................
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