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Sorry to all who I tried to publish for today, I encountered lots of errors and have little mental “pow” to deal with more than the path of least resistance.
Thank you JR – I think I stomped something else of yours, but I’ll try to solve that another day.
Mom is doing ok, not good. I’m now here all the time (only son, no other family outside of Texas) so I’ve not paid the attention I should to this feature. I will, soon.
Until then, let me share with you a picture I took nearby. This is the view from where we (me and then-best-friend Brian) dropped off a stolen quarter-full keg of beer from some stupid Georgetown University frat boys our junior HS year, 30 years ago. Unfortunately, it didn’t have a tap, and no store would rent underage boys a tap without a credit card and deposit. So it sat outside until it was reported to police officers and then returned to the store from whence it came. Ah, the good old days, and getting away with stupid shit without digital evidence of all shapes and sorts!
This is looking over the (former) train bridge over Canal Road/Arizona Avenue in Washington, D.C. In the distance you can see forested cliffs; that is Virginia, across a deep, rapid stretch of the Potomac. During the Civil War, there were Rebels there – in view.
In my neighborhood is a former Battery a hundred or so feet higher in elevation than my family home where cannon were emplaced to shell across the river and defend against any efforts to cross the river up to Chain Bridge or down to Fletcher’s Cove. Gettysburg may be a two hour drive, and Bull Run much less, but it’s crazy how literally close the enemy was here, in our Nation’s Capital – within view, within hearing, but not effective rifle range.
It reminds me of visiting Bogota in 1996 – you could not believe that “los guerillas” were just over the mountain, and were likely viewing you in their scopes. Crazy that rebellion can be so physically close to the seat of power and yet not destroyable. Perhaps the best, most unheralded change of the past few years is the conclusion of the civil war in Colombia, and the beginning of repatriation of FARC. Finally a great people can work together to forge a better future for their children.
Today, pictures from valued commenter J R in WV.
When I saw the garden photos this weekend, WaterGirl had a pretty statue of a fox in her yard, and it reminded me of the one time I saw a fox and was able to take photos. So here are some photos of the fox, taken from the front seat of my truck in the AZ desert, about half a mile from our winter camp, which we were building when I took these photos. There are some other desert photos too.
Fox looking at us
Taken on 2010-02-26
In the foothills of the Dragoon mtns in SE Arizona, in the dusk after 4 of us worked all day to get the winter camp under roof.
This was the first photo after we saw the critter looking at us. I have the camera with me most of the time, the gadget bag has room for it and my other gadgets, so I whipped it out and preserved the memory for all of us.
Fox, scampering away in the desert
Still in the Dragoon foothills just 14 miles east of Tombstone AZ.
Here you see Renard scampering away into the desert underbrush, although he is still very visible, with a huge tail behind him.
Fox, stopped to look back at us
Still in the foothills of the Dragoon Mtns, just NW of Gleeson, AZ, a ghost town famous for silver mining and still today providing collectible minerals and silver, mined by hand.
The fox, having dashed into the brush, stopped to look back to see what the hell that big green thing really was. It may have been the first time Renard saw an F-350.
Camp under roof
Taken on 2010-03-18
On the hill behind the level cut where we built the house. The next winter we cut out for doors and windows, installed the doors and windows, framed the interior, did wiring and the plumbing inside the sheetrock we hung. You can see that in the foothills there is much more
This is the camp house after nearly 3 months of work, roofed and being closed up so we can leave for WV. You can just see the front of the PU truck, in the brush on the left the orange is the Kubota tractor/backhoe we towed from WV, and a silver water tank.
It was a hard spell of work, we got a lot more winter than we expected, worked in sleet and drizzle, spent several days replacing burst water pipe at my cousin’s place on the valley floor after record breaking lows one night. We also worked on her roof, which had been “repaired” by guys who didn’t understand you need a certain amount of slope to lay shingles. We used rolls of rubber roofing, tore up the old shingles, glued down the white rubber and stopped leaks.
Arizona Camp up on the HIll
Taken on 2010-03-19
This is looking west back at the hill where we built the winter camp house. The top of the hill has a 1913 US Survey monument set in concrete, where surveyors mapping the new territory of Arizona, and there’s a VERY steep jeep trial up to the hill top, and a fire pit just below the monument that’s been there a very long time. You might be able to see a white pole on top of the hill, that marks the corner of our little lot, which is 666 feet square, for 9.99 acres.
Thank you so much J R in WV, do send us more when you can.
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