April Lakota Way

2 Apr

The four races of men, it is said, are each associated with one of the elements. The black race is like the wind, the yellow used the water to travel, the white race destroyed all in their path as fire does, and the red or brown people – the indigenous people of Turtle Island among them – are related to the earth. So while others label us “pagan,” “heathen,” “savage,” or even “Indian,” we know who we are and have been for countless millennia. We are protectors of the earth and all that is on it. That is why many of our nations gathered in great numbers along the Great Muddy River to stop the black snake. So while others still label us “Indians,” we remind all that it is not the one who lives on the prairies and in the snow, deserts, forests, and mountains who is the savage – it is the one who destroys them.

Joseph M. Marshall III

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I’m a little weird

29 Mar

Up side of being weird: Despite my efforts to discourage organizations from sharing/using my address for unwanted mail, many still send me pleas for donations. Some even include SSAE with real stamps. I actually steam them off and save. So today I needed to send one letter and had run out of stamps – pain in the neck to unhitch and drive thru heavy traffic to PO. Checked current first-class postage amount [don’t use that much and ‘forever’ stamps don’t have a number]. Went thru my save stamps and, voila, had five ten centers and one five cent one. Yippee!

Today’s Thought

16 Mar

“No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior. All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them.” —Elie Wiesel

Nevada

9 Mar

We’ve spent the week primarily in Nevada with a mixed bag of good and bad weather, good and bad RV parks, and making the adjustment to Pacific time and then back to daylight savings time beginning tomorrow.

The drive did offer up a few spots for pictures:

Nevada SR 305 North of Austin

…the other side of the road.

View from our current campsite – skies cleared at last.

Likely source of our telephone signal.

Hope to move on to Oregon tomorrow….

Lakota Way for March

4 Mar

A Lakota soldier in World War II came to a clearing on a European battlefield during a lull in the fighting. In the clearing was a small cemetery with a dozen graves inside an iron fence. He was unable to read the names on the headstones but the most recent was dated 1918. On one of the graves was a single rose, dried and withered. In the midst of the destruction all around, the cemetery was undisturbed and near. The moment the soldier stepped inside the fence, he felt a sense of calm and peace, as if the cemetery were a sanctuary from the chaos around it. He paused at the grave with the rose. That moment stayed with him for the rest of the war, and he would always tell others that peace can be found and can exist anywhere. Until he died he would buy a single rose every year on the day of the anniversary to commemorate his moment of peace on a distant battlefield.

4 Mar

We have embarked on the long trip from New Mexico to Washington. I’m choosing the route and the timing based primarily on the weather as storms with heavy rain and/or snow have occurred in this part of the country.

After stops at familiar places in New Mexico, we spent one night at Meteor Crater in Arizona. The RV park there is definitely one of, if not the, best parks we’ve had the pleasure of staying at. They offer discounts on gasoline, entry to the crater concession, free morning coffee, and a super nice, secure park. The dog exercise area was a delight to Pippy, the spaces are roomy and offer a picnic table. The day’s drive was primarily on the interstate which I avoid whenever possible. Add to that cross-winds reaching 50 to 60 mph and we were delighted to have a good place to rest and rejuvenate.

From that stop near Flagstaff, we headed north to Kanab, Utah. As I often do on driving days, I treated myself to lunch at a restaurant. Denny’s was the most accessible spot in Page, AZ. As I entered, the hostess was about to seat the couple just ahead of me. With menus in hand, she started to lead them to the seating area to the left. The man shouted, “No! We’re sitting right there!” and pointed to a booth on our right. Besides sounding very rude, I gather he does not understand how things work in a restaurant. A section of tables/booths is assigned to each server. The hostess job requires directing guests to alternating sections to distribute the work, and hence the opportunity for tips, equally among the servers.

Putting the negatives aside, however, the day spent driving on US 89 was a delight. The changing scenery reminded me at times of the Badlands of South Dakota except the rock was mostly red. Of course, places to stop and snap pictures are somewhat limited, I did get a few:

NM 6

28 Feb

Well, at last we’re on the road again. After the boring landscapes around Deming [maybe because I’ve been there so many times], it’s good to see some interesting rock formations. We took a diagonal on NM 6 between I-25 and I-40 where one can pull off and enjoy the scenery.

Mesa with a wee bit of snow in the distance.

Impressive outcrops of rock.

Can’t help but wonder how this land was shaped.

And another beautiful mesa as we approached the interstate.