“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a Life around”
In Moab with bad weather. Does not look promising either, cold, rain, it has put a damper from the past sunny days south of here. So ready to get out there as I know we will get to brave the elements soon if this lasts too long. Cabin fever syndrome sets in very quickly these days when the mind knows too well these should be all day times to explore new sites. Having done much north of Moab I noticed a few dirt roads south of here while arriving, going east and west near by red rock formations I always wanted to experience. They are mostly off the maps, some are gated, but as long as they say “please close gate”, it is to me meaning we can go in. Bluff is behind us, it was good, again we left with some unfinished roads to ride, all the way to the last evening when some locals told me about a space I had never heard of, they said just as beautiful as Valley of the Gods. It is only one hundred miles away, that distance will not keep my curiosity unsatisfied.
When we seeked shelter from Valley of the Gods this year we end up camping out at the “Cadillac Ranch RV and Campground” in Bluff. Those spaces are never quite my favorites, they are in an emergency an expensive proposition for the budget, a lack of privacy, but this was a totally a different experience. The setting is beautiful, a nice pond with the sites all along and around including some nice fire rings, ducks galore and some great clean and real showers. Lets not forget wi-fi in an area where signals are weak from just about any phone carrier. Again as always, it is the “people” that make the experience and Dianne and Tim made it for me and many others passing by or spending a few days. It became a bit like having a Family, a bit sad when some left and funny enough, some came right back the next day! Met a few riders also, some that knew about Spirit but had never heard of me as I told them that is just the way it should be.
In the meantime my Friends KC and Mia from Lander, WY, and us, had determined a rendez vous point on Lake Powell, west on Highway 95, right before the bridge. We did keep the date being only about 12 hours late. I did find them at the end of White Canyon after riding to Hite Marina and part of Farley Canyon without much success. There they were however, up on a hill, no one around within miles and we spend all afternoon chatting as good Friends do. A quick late lunch and we all decided to go on to Bluff where we were camping as I had also offered to make dinner. KC and Mia move on as we do. There is no clock, sometimes no map either, only the understanding that we will meet in Bluff. They sidetracked to Muley Point, we stopped ourselves at the Moki Dugway look out again to chat with another lone rider. They caught up with us, we caught up with them, and eventually it was dinner time with a nice fire going and more chatting.
This is all a good time, this is the Journey as it goes surrounded by more incredible sights and dear Friends we have missed this past year. And yet, these past days an issue I have been made aware of has sombered the moments passed, an issue bottled up in me as with no answers because I just cannot go on thinking that “this is the way of the World”. I have been in touch with my Friend Phil, an incredible Father possessing all the rights to be on his personal quest to raise awareness for a cause saving Children with ALD. Of course I feel for him, would I want him to some day wear these shoes of mine I step with at times, drag at other times throughout these past years? He is doing well, he has actually done very well this past Saturday at a little gathering in a town near by him where he went and spend the day expressing his more than concern till he lost his voice.
My issue, in my honesty of expression, was the outcome of his presence at Overland Expo. A three day affair, a long way for him which included many tanks of fuel to get there and back, 300 hundred T Shirts and hats, and all around the field surrounding him, present where the most expensive toys one can imagine for any kind of off-road expedition, around the World, in our country, chrome wheels and chrome fuel tanks, marble floors and granite counters, it was all there and a few thousands of people. He sold… 3 T shirts, one T Shirt per day… I don’t have an answer for that fact. Or maybe I do, but it’s ugliness is not of the kind I like talking about. On Sunday night the Banquet dinner took place. There was an auction with many tickets sold at a $500 each. But this was for another cause. This was also to save another endangered specie. Unfortunately it was not to be of the Human kind, but jaguars on a small farm not even in our Country but in Mexico. A more than valid cause and yet, I see causes even if they are today a “fashion statement”, as a matter of priorities and my Heart dropped when thousands were raised without a single mention of Expedition Awareness.
What happened? What is wrong with that picture? How much harder can a Father be slapped on his face from such insensitivity as that is the only thought I have. I know that “care” has not disappeared in this World, it cannot be, and I also know that this was a blow hard enough to let anyone down without a chance to get back up. 3 T shirts! But the jaguars I hope will be saved and the donors will be able to go and spend a few night in this farm away from our country and be fed and drunk with the best Tacos and Tequila “that” region can offer for their stay of 3 nights included in their $500 ticket… This is all so sad. Phil did very well however as mentioned this past Saturday. He has some incredible touching stories about that day, they are truly worth taking the time to read them. That is all for today. Do I feel better writing about it all? Yes I do… I do as everything else I have written in the past over 500 Chapters. This was a big one, I cannot let bottled up the knowledge of such a horrific, in my book, experience.
All this truly is only a matter of principle, conscience, respect, care, Heart, giving… Phil and his cause will be just fine. You will find out why when reading his own latest entry.
Ara & Spirit
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