There is suddenly a big picture drawn ahead of me, I see it but not quite understand it. It only has formed while we have been here under the watchful eyes of the spirits surrounding us. I admire and spend countless hours feeling Mother Nature’s presence, wherever we are, whenever present. We have had a few visitors these past days, totally in complaisance with this space, actually visitors that have been reading this Journal for a while now as they totally surprised me. It is not like we are on the beaten path, even many of the Goulding residents about 30 miles away have never been here. Throughout our chatting I don’t really hear complains from the visitors, they are more as statements from them and others, passers by’s, wishes, the main flow of words being the lack of time through this Life for everyone to be, not necessarily as us here, but somewhere “out there”. And yet, there is time for television, there is time for “chat rooms” or “podcasts” as they are called now, just another form to often sell you something, truly presenting a beautiful wrapper with a locked in product many can only dream off. Tease is for sale, the book is… the photos are.. they are beautiful, the words are informative, and suddenly I think… where do I fit in? The visitors know where they fit in, they make up the bulk of the “chat rooms” and “pods casts”, their desires are not fulfilled. Could the “tease” become and extended reality is always the thought.
Where do I fit in because yes, I don’t try too hard, I do not have a commercial mind within me, but I do have photos for sale, I do have a line asking at the bottom of every chapter “if reading these words and glancing at the photos as a book with no end is worth $1 a month” to cover my Internet and logistical costs, a minute part of it anyhow… Am I being a hypocrite? And yet I am turned off by the constant incoming waves of “buy… buy… buy…” screamed so loudly when myself feeling how nice it would be if a few photos sold. I am starting to understand myself and the certain dilemmas facing me. They are the degrees of “pushing” the product… I see the same line over and over every thirty minutes directing the flow toward a “maybe sale”. It is “where is the passion” of it all? I feel is as being the key to the path. They are the “parameters” of the salesmanship. And yet, I do not want to sell… but I need to sell. Confusion sets in.
A Friend of mine years ago did a decent living from writing about riding… Today she is turned down by all as she has not stayed with the changing times that are demanding, not passion anymore, not it’s feelings, but the concrete facts of how many where at this Rally… how fast did they go… how many crashed… who had the most glitter and what area is the most commercialized to attract the most to sell the most to make the most $… What happened to the true sentiments that hovered upon us when everything was so simple? I read of a couple that quit their job after being send to an exotic country, or maybe their job was done and they chose to remain within the area only to ride and… make money from it… just another job then? Isn’t? Ah! That mighty Dollar… What can we do without it? Not much… and yet as I pointed out that “task” to me seems like a newly found job and not the fruit of passion to only ride and feel the grounds rolled upon.
And no, there is nothing wrong with all of this! It is still better than being locked in between four walls and listening to the phones ringing, and yet… I don’t like commercialism when it comes to this path of passion about riding, camping… I will not say it is feeling and sensing as I know that when one tries to cover 3000 miles in 8 days none of those feelings have even the remote chance to come up to the surface. It is reality, I am not making it up… because I have listened myself to a couple “podcasts”. I have been asked to be on a a few, my reply being, honestly I don’t have much to say! I cannot compete with today’s “glitter of the road. I don’t have the funds for an overnight hot tub stay or a champagne~wine dinner for today’s attraction and “sure sell” of a book… nor would I want to. So what could be so wrong as I think about it. I am still trying to attain some clarity from this big picture and I can only hope for also my own sake that all this makes sense and find a balance for this Journey to continue as is and not on a path wrapped with only pretty colors and bows.
I just realized how long we have been here… close to two weeks maybe. The “clock” has vanished away from me. I am loosing the nights and days and sometimes it is only this Journal that reminds me the shift of the continuous moments passing by. It is time to move on after these couple past exciting days. There is one more ride that I am leaving for the next time “John’s Canyon”, below, a great dirt road to nowhere following the base of the cliffs that makes up Mokey Dugway and the road westbound to Muley Point, which we “drove” to yesterday. “Drove” because we have had a visitor for these past couple days, Andre, from Park City, Utah, and we all jumped in his truck for the ride.
“John’s Canyon Rd”… appealing for the next time out.
We have had also a lot of visitors. It is just totally amazing when others stop, walk up to shake my hand and I hear “you must be Ara…”, which I try to reply, “it depends”, however Spirit not fooling them. I realize these pages have become popular, and yet I think we are just on the route of many that have the same desires throughout these States we linger within. I can remember the names when given a card, others I forget and maybe it is due time that I would start some kind of an address book.
Such wonderful people… in the middle of nowhere!
Andre’s visit was planned, it was his maiden voyage with his custom built “military” trailer which he fabricated himself. What talent I was thinking while he was showing me in details every inch of this wonder on wheels, tent included. Andre’s background has been with Land Rovers for many years and just about anything 4×4. A true Adventurer, half my age, it took me back to those fearless days, those days when the words energy combined with the lack of it was not in our dictionary.
I am finishing writing this actually from Moab where we have just arrived and set up to regroup for a few days. Mail, parts… this and that. More on Mokey Dugway, Muley Point and the Gooseneck next time. I will try not to think too much in the meantime!!!
Twenty nine months of Photography is finally in order on Smug Mug… In “Your Favorites”, in “States”, some labeled “first year” and second year”, now also “Texas the third year”. Feel free to browse, you can even use the slide show mode and have fun. Merchandise is also available through Smug Mug. If you like to order prints, all sizes are available as I store the originals myself considering the huge bandwidth needed to upload them on the Galleries.
Maybe your reading the Blog is worth $1 a month…
Ara & Spirit