Enough Really Can Be Enough!

Blowing dust mountains in soft focus. Constant roar and shaking, cats’ naps interrupted. Don’t forget to hide the wind chime. Desert birds don’t mind dirt in their water.

Endless views. People from all walks and talks. Sunsets, stop, stare, soak it in. Stars just above the mountain.

Small talk is hard sometimes. It’s okay to change your mind. Hot springs for sore joints. California Poppies, Florida Mountains, New Mexico. Quail and Ibex, hunters next door, mal de ojo. Very mal.

Cactus Wren nests in the cholla, canyon wrens in the canyon heard and not seen from the catwalks. Ghostly old mining towns, desperation and greed, like Deadliest Catch. Salsa macha on everything.

Tan arms, raking dust and rocks, yeah, yeah your dog is friendly, sure. Heard that before. Eighty-five and still raking. Keep moving, stay curious. Uh-oh, inbound. The sign says it’s potable.

Good people, sunshine, early blooms, beautiful poppy in our campsite. That’s the thing, the poppy, happiness, contentedness, grateful, corny, sappy. Even the cats. I sure could use a good haircut, maybe in Vegas?