Chinese Construction Weakness

During our travels along the Silk Road, due to camping restrictions in China, we usually stayed in local hotels, not the expensive ones for tourists and party officials. The construction was of a very low standard, cost being the overriding consideration, or perhaps as some villagers have suggested, corruption. Notice the wall in this photo: to the right of the television running from the bottom of the window to the floor, and below, is a crack more than one inch wide. It would not have taken much of an earthquake to take the building down, and us with it.

We feel very personally for the Chinese, who were, and are, our friends.

Aching For China

 

Our hearts ache for China. The rural Chinese were so kind to us as we traveled the Silk Road. Our tandem bicycle was quite a surprise for the small villages we traversed, where we ate and slept and struggled to find our way west. They passed on many opportunities to take advantage of rich foreigners, they shared what they did not have to share. Many of the small hotels we slept in would have fallen in a much weaker quake, so I can only imagine how quickly and violently the mud brick and wood slat homes fell.

The Chinese are still an mystery to most Americans. But take it from Claire and I, who spent two months with them, most of it in rural areas, small villages: they love their families as much as we do, they are a sweet people, a hard working people who shared what they could with two people who's bicycle was worth more than their yearly income.

If given an opportunity to help the victims of this quake, please do. In the century to come, their country may very well dominate world affairs. Now is the time to make friends.

 

Organ Pipe National Monument

Longtime friends, Steve and Wendy Richards, from Lexington, Virginia, gave us an excuse to get our motorhome out of storage and visit one of our favorite places in Southern Arizona, Organ Pipe National Monument. April is a prime month to visit because the, found-only-here in the U.S., Organ Pipe is in full bloom, along with a wide array of opuntia (prickly pear) and cholla; quite a few annuals are still hanging on also.

One of the best things about Organ Pipe is getting close to rattlesnakes; there are more rattlesnakes in Organ Pipe, per square acre than anyplace I know. This one checked out our campsite thoroughly before curling up a couple of meters away. He kept his rattles up, just in case. We put our feet up, just in case.

Organ Pipe is one of the most diverse parts of the most diverse desert in the world. It is a brutally beautiful place that unfolds slowly in subtle ways. One of the best ways to experience Organ Pipe is from the seat of a mountain bike on the 23 mile Ajo Mountain Loop Road. Most people who can ride a bicycle, and are in reasonable physical condition from hiking etc., can do the ride, although it takes awhile for some to get accustomed to the riding-on-ball bearings feeling. Lay the bike down once in awhile, take a stroll in the desert, take your eyes off the wide landscape, the big things; focus on the skeletons of organ pipes and chollas a pollen covered insect at the center of blossom, the structure of a thorn, oh, and maybe the rattles on that rattlesnake trying to get your attention.

Steve Richards photo

Hardy Hikers do Blacketts Ridge

An energetic group of Hardy Hikers strained quads and challenged acrophobia on a hike to the top of Blackets Ridge Tuesday. Annual wildflowers are beginning to bloom and the warm blooded critters are coming out to enjoy the sun.

bob rogers

Romero Pools Hike

 

We hiked to Romero Pools from Catalina State Park, just north of Tucson, with my sister Anna Bowlds. We were surprised at the dozen annual wildflowers blooming. It seems early for such a display, and that bodes well for the bloom later on.

Snow?

 

White Sands National Monument sure can look like snow. It even crunches under tires like very cold snow. Spooky.

  Cold too, in the early morning after a cold night.

Lots more life than expected. The gypsum holds water and the plants are able to get water even when it hasn't rained in months. All they have to worry about are rockets falling from the sky from the White Sands Missile Range.

Self Portrait at Three Rivers Petroglyph Site in New Mexico

We camped here two nights. We were up before dawn and out until dark making photographs and listening to coyotes and ravens sing the sun up and down. The second night we had so many coyote choir concerts that we finally gave up listening and slept anyway. This BLM site is one of the best we have visited, so far. We are coming to the realization that we will have to work awfully hard to take in all the great BLM sites in the West. It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it!

Fence?

The Rio Grande separates us from them here at Boquillas in the Big Bend of West Texas. It is one of our favorite places. On a previous visit, we waved at a Mexican on the other side and he ferried us across ($2 both ways) and we visited a small village in Mexico. After a fine lunch, ordered with pantomime and smiles, we walked to the local one room schoolhouse where we were welcomed by the schoolmaster and his students with more pantomime and smiles. We returned to the U.S. in late afternoon, and no one arrested us for leaving and entering the country illegally. We left memories of some friendly gringos, and returned with a renewed appreciation for the brotherhood of mankind. This little voyage across the Rio Grande contributed to our desire to meet the peoples of our world on their terms, on their land, and to show that Americans are pretty much like them, just luckier, richer. Our tandem bicycle trip across the Silk Road, in Muslim country most of the way, proved our belief that we all are much more alike than we are different.

It appears we may someday soon see a fence on our side of the Rio Grande. Perhaps it will keep out a few cheap laborers, a few drug smugglers, a child on a donkey chasing his mother's cow... What will it cost us?

Back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle roam....

  

Claire cleaning horse shit (that's what they call it here) from a horseshoe, attached to a horse, of course.

  Last week we hung out with the cowboys and cowgirls, and their horses, at the Stillwell Ranch in Big Bend country, West of the Pecos. We had heard about the big trail ride on previous visits to the ranch, and were really happy to have lucked on the right week, so we stayed a couple of extra days. We met lots of fine Texans (we didn't talk politics) ate lots of Wally's fine trail cooking, cut a rug at the cowboy dance and even got in a bike ride down towards Mexico. Next? West Texas is always full of surprises.

Wally's feed tent. New friends.

Claire on her steed, riding toward La Linda.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Bea (For Beatitudes) is a very dangerous cat. She lives at Espiritu Santo mission north of Corpus Christi, Texas.

One night, while attending vespers services, Bea fell asleep, probably under a kneeling bench, and was inadvertently locked in the sanctuary. She awoke much later to find herself alone, and decided, as cats are wont to do, to wander around a bit and then cry to be let out. All this activity set off the alarm system, and there was hell to pay. Homeland Security descended, complete with swat team and helicopter, ready to take out the terrorists, obviously up to no good, and on Holy ground, or at least National Park Service ground, at that.

Observers indicated that, upon discovering the terrorist was not deserving of their firepower, left with nary a snicker. Some people have no sense of humor.

A Hard Winter Light

 

a hard winter light

bitterest day of the year

transformed New Orleans