The sun crawls from it’s evening’s sleep inching up behind a range of mountains to my left and silhouetting angular peaks against a golden raspberry horizon. Stretching full, north to south across the landscape all about is still, nothing moves, even the wispy Palo Verde branches are motionless without a trace of breeze.
Widowers abound in the RV world, second lifers. I think of them as folks with children that have flown the nest and gone off to seek their own fortune, lost their life’s mate for what ever reason, hooked up with a new buddy and set out to see the country in an RV. Canes and walking sticks are as common as gray hair and false teeth that flash myriads of smiles numerous as stars in the Milky Way.
L to R~~ Jackie, Donna, Richard, Jerry and Jan
Jerry and Jan Cortez from Fruita, CO. enjoying 6 weeks away from their work-a-day life. Open and giving with smiles, homemade menuto (cow stomach) soup and great campfire stories. Jerry's wry humor, "I don't like Mexicans," and a silence settles over the flickering embers. Jerry breaks the stillness, "I'm a "Beaner" through and through, even if my dad insisted he was from Portugal," and laughs with infectious guffaws inviting all of us to chorus of mirth. A man with confidence that offers himself as the joke is a man of self-assurance.
Dainty Desert Hideseed
When it gets too warm outside we come inside for the shade.
Nothing beats a blazing fire on a cool night in the desert.
2 comments:
Where's the git fiddler?t
Waiting on you and your musical fingers, partner.
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