"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

12 March 2014

Lions and Lambs

For two days, we had the fifties. Y'know; beatniks, jazz, communist witch hunts, and early rock and/or roll. Okay, maybe not so much, but that was the way the mercury hung on the fahrenheit scale in quaint 'Merican degrees. It was fantastic. A romantic might say the air tasted of kisses with the promise of more to come. The next time I run into a romantic, after I help them up, I'll ask, as to confirm the hypothesis.

Yesterday, the ambient air temperature struggled to get above that of frozen water and the snow came. It was sloppy. There was enough fog and accidents and closures about that I took to saying the roads were broken and the mountains were closed. Not everyone got my use of humor to make light of the situation, and you'd think by now I'd be used to that. Yet the feeling of having to explain fire to an Australopithecus can qualify as frustrating.

Try it some time if you think I'm making it up...

The hounds and I woke to the sainted bluebird skies and the morning chill being chased away by Sol's radiation. We may see the forties. Y'know; swing, Nazis, and Casablanca. Okay, maybe not so much, but it might be where the mercury hangs  on the fahrenheit scale in quaint 'Merican degrees, and, congregation, let us prey.

In helping out a friend/fellow proletariat, obligations prevented me from going on walkabout yesterday, which vaguely sucked, because I wanted to see how far the avalanche down Cherokee Gulch really ran, but mei fei tsu. The necessities of laundry and going to souk prevent me from wandering into the bush today. I repeat myself in saying so it goes.

Still, we're hopping over the Roof of the World for errands and adventures amongst the resort towns. The sky is clear and sun is shining. It's supposed to be clear and warm for the next few days before the next shot of snow. My next free day promises to be a sainted bluebird and I'll go walking then. And because it's me and I refuse to bare my jugular to boredom, I'll still have adventures in between on these lion and lamb days, because I'd be checking to see if bullets were edible otherwise.  

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  1. Edible bullets, eh? I know the feeling. We've just had two days in the 65* embrace of Spring, her wonders such a magnificent tease. Tonight we're to get down to 7* with three inches of snow. *sigh* Dammit. Enjoy your walk, my friend, I will be hovering just above you in my mind...

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    1. Well, there's no bad weather, just the wrong clothes. When I do go walking, I'll have my down sweater in my pack, but, and who knows?, I might be wearing shorts. The dichotomy.

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  2. I like to go on capitalist witch hunts myself...I am at home with the communists.

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    1. Communists, capitalist...the whole witch hunting thing? Just not a fan.

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  3. Except for the temp, it's a day here even Joe McCarthy might like, damn near 30 out at 1pm. Going on walkabout myself tomorrow, over to Bozeman to see how the cityfolk are faring, and visit the only decent fishmarket within 600 miles.
    Doing a Richart Brautigan will have to wait for another day.

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    1. I did my ten years in a city. There are memories and stories, but nothing I'm in any hurry to repeat.

      It's going to be the more swingy motif through the weekend at least. I'm hoping the snow won't be too disagreeable for a snowshoe come Sunday.

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  4. Do we always want what we can't have? What a stupid human thing, yes?

    My week has been fraught with inexplicable mid-70s--in March!!--and instead of hiking in the lovely coolness of early Spring like you, I'm on hands and knees wrestling with a sudden invasion of tiny Triffids that are edging ever nearer to hearth and home. I don't want to be in a sweat already, I want to be bundled up, feel the crisp cold in the air...

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    1. I remember seventies down below sometimes this time of year. Back then, we relished in it. These days, that's hot July weather. Strange how things work out.

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  5. I was enjoying the lion and lamb days until the winds kicked up and the fires began to burn. They've gotten it under control, but I think the smell of smoke stirs up the crazy in some folks.

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    1. I'm hoping with amount of snow we've gotten, the wildfire danger will not be as big a deal.

      But then there's the potential for flooding...

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