Arizona Cows On a dirt road to nowhere

    Where country begins is ” when you start to see cows. ” We are not in prime cow country in this high desert Arizona.There is much better grazing in Texas, and, even better, in Uruguay.The grass on this little piece of our planet is sparse and competes with prickly cactus, junipers, washes, arroyos, ditches,dirt roads and scattered rocks. This land we are driving through, to reach Chip’s little piece of paradise, is open range and these cows have the first right of way over both automobiles and humans. These two critters give me the evil eye when I stop to take their portrait but they grow tired of me quickly and peacefully amble off away from my interruption. When you get out of the city you see more clearly the things you are getting away from and the things you left behind that you miss. When I start trying to make friends with cows, who don’t even have watches to give me the time of day, I figure I have already been out here too long. I love the country but won’t cry to go back to my city. Living a simple life, it seems to me, is not as simple as it sounds when you say it.  
     

Grand Canyon State Building a shed

    Henry David Thoreau got tired of his rat race in the 1800’s and retreated to Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts to live a simpler life. As a transcendentalist, he believed getting close to nature would get him closer to truth, wisdom, God, and peace. He built himself a little cabin on Walden pond, took daily walks, observed nature, documented his thoughts and daily chores in a book he called ” Walden, or Life in the Woods. ” My road trip mission is to help Chip and Lori get a start on their simpler life in the middle of Nowhere, in Arizona, not far from Saint John. With 80% of Americans living in cities these days, the things you can’t do, in a free country, are astounding.  The 20% of Americans who live outside city limits are an independent breed.These folks move to a different drummer, value individual liberty, work, helping your neighbors, keeping government at bay, They used to be everywhere, be your neighbors, go to your church, run for office. Now, they are scurrying out of the city as quick as they can get their backpacks together. When all Hell breaks loose, do you really want to live in a city, anywhere? Henry David Thoreau’s book is still resonating, a hundred and fifty years later. I’ve heard, though, that even Henry would sneak back to town to have dinner with sympathetic readers and talk shop with Ralph Waldo Emerson  over a glass of wine and a big piece of the widow Smith’s award winning Angel Food cake.  
 

Flying Home Another trip into the books

    Airports are transitional. In airports we are moving to someplace new or returning to someplace familiar. We are waiting interminable hours then squeezing into airplanes that take us 35,000 feet above the Earth and show us movies. We are victims of delays, layovers, plane cancellations, Customs, paperwork, pat downs, x rays and questions. For some, these indignities are acceptable. For others, they are barely tolerable. This trip, authorities with TSA, in Newerk, confiscate a small bottle of flavored rum that Scott is taking home to enjoy, legally bought at the Museo of Rum in Santo Domingo. The size of the bottle, according to the TSA limit, is “over the limit. ” The agent says ” leave it, or consume it now. ”  Figuring they will give me a ticket for flying drunk next, I give up,leave the rum,and board my plane. Are we to a point in this USA that this micromanagement is necessary, or even healthy? Governments are, according to more than just me, too big for their britches.  This trip is over, and, I hope, another quickly follows. Even without my rum, which TSA agents have already enjoyed, staying healthy and traveling is my Doctor’s best prescription. Next time, I will drink the whole bottle before I get to the airport.  
   

Camel Talk Smoking room, Santo Domingo Airport

    Smoking has taken a beating in the United States. Most smoking in America has been banned from public buildings. All tobacco packaging has to contain scientific warnings that tobacco products are not good for your health. Tobacco is taxed at an exorbitant rate. Television advertising of tobacco products has been curtailed drastically. Multi-million dollar lawsuits have awarded money to smoking victims in large class action health related lawsuits. Doctors advise all their clients to quit. Smoking in movies and on television by actors and actresses has trickled to a few puffs each season. Camel cigarettes are one of the last surviving brands from the 1950’s. As kids, we thought it funny to see the Camels on cigarette packs and wondered who would smoke them instead of Philip Morris, Lucky Strikes or Marlboro’s. The fifties were a smoking heyday with millions of vets acquiring the habit in the war and continuing when they got home. Our Dad smoked but quit by eating tons of lifesavers he kept high up on a closet shelf where we kids couldn’t reach them. The Camels always made us think of the French Foreign Legion, men wearing funny hats fighting other men wearing funny hats. In this Santo Domingo airport, on my way home, I meet a plastic Camel lounging in a smoking room. It is cool and quiet here and there are only a few people in the lounge this morning, a cleaning woman and one smoking man puffing intently on his Camel cigarette. Camels might truly be cool, but I hear, from people who have lived with them, that they are nasty, have body order, and spit at people they don’t like. Advertising always gets us to ignore product negatives and buy what they want to make us think makes us more important and sophisticated. I’m in this smoking room, hanging with a camel, and I don’t even smoke.  
   

Photo’s for Pat new photos with Nikon DSLR

    Sometimes you just don’t know what you are missing till you try something else. Pat has been persistently trying to move Scott to a DSLR for several years. ” I Phone cameras are good for what they are, ” he has always maintained, ” but cell phones make telephone calls and get you on the net.  If you want good pictures you got to get better equipment. ” My DSLR stuff has been collecting dust, but, on this trip, Scott has taken his Nikon DSLR out of its case and taken a few photos. The entire process is like discovering that you can eat soup with a fork, if you like, but it is easier and less messy to use a spoon.  So, here are a few photos taken with the Nikon. I like them and hope Pat likes them too. Next trip, there will be substantially more of them. However, I’m not ready to toss out my fork.  
 

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