"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along." ~ Rumi ~
My small four panel solar power maker is out, one more time we are in Valley of Fire, Nevada. We have just finished spending a couple or three nights in Las Vegas at my Friends Christine and Jason’s house while my front brakes have been repaired by Motorcycle Tire Center. Great job. "Thank You" Adam, Mel and Ken for taking such good care of "Old Faithful" and so promptly. Later on, or was it before?… banging my head badly in the garage an extra night was spend. Today the pain has subsided, only tired on this finally good weathered afternoon, sitting in the shade, thinking about dinner, maybe a nap, it is still early. The rocks are gleaming.
It is however too early to push on North, it is also too early to push on South and celebrate Robin’s Birthday, it will take place next week as we shall be backtracking to Tucson for the special festive day which will be followed shortly after by a Concert outing to hear and experience from years past… the B52’s. From the Nevada Deserts, the solitude of Gold Point and it’s near by cabins, who said our lives are boring. Diversified more I would say.
The space here is unimaginable. The multicolor rocks emerging out of the ground are quite a sight as we have been here before, yet how can I ever be tired of. No end for the senses to keep rolling on as also does "Old Faithful". There is no primitive camping here, only a couple campgrounds with bathrooms and water, no showers, a bit pricey at $20 a night, that is the price to pay for this time around, to penetrate into this Gallery Mother Nature has put together.
Yet, I knew I would not find much Peace here. From Gold Point into Las Vegas and back into Nature is as cycles of freezing and thawing and boiling of water. But Valley of Fire as much as not being mobbed is crowded. I have to see the humor in all of this. It will start tears of despair if not. Slices of Urbanism has made it’s way into this unrealistic setting. This phantasmagoric stage. We are sitting in the shade, above a parking lot, the vehicles are coming in and leaving as fast as they have appeared. English not spoken here, the vehicles are rentals, from little bright boxes to big vans to RV’s, they all have dark tinted windows and two legged cameras jogging in and out to keep up with the influx of this paved field filling up at an alarming rate.
I cannot let it all distract me from this beauty surrounding. I just cannot. Sometimes there is a price to pay. An entrance fee. The clouds now have formed. They always make for nice photos adding a dimension this place truly does not need but makes it of nice frames. We are back at camp. Hot in the sun and cold in the shade. Like Spirit does I need to move back and forth. The blow to my head seems to have set me back. I feel "fatigue" creeping up upon me fast. My energy has dwindled these past days as I feel as I could just sleep for days.
But we have 500 miles to go, backtracking most likely the same roads. Not many choices around here. I can only hope the weather will stay cool even though we both now have cooling vests and water to soak them will not be scarce. I think more than anything I miss the solitude we have emerged from. The reality of a calendar has surfaced again as I try to come to terms with it as much as my desire to go south for the occasion is present. Sometimes "freedom" becomes only a meaningless word. What is wrong with me I think again at such times. So strong is the desire to only blend in with the Deserts, Mountains and Valleys we ride through. Trying to push away the tentacles of another reality I do not feel I belong to anymore and yet cannot at often times escape as my wishes will not let me, do not want to. Robin’s hugs and presence will dissipate it all… My Soul Mate, my Partner, she awaits as I also do.
This morning all is again quiet. We are up early as the weather, the temperature, all is magnificent, breathless. It is Monday I realize, I knew it, only a few campers have remained. They are respectful of this stage. It is all that is asked. Be as quiet as Mother Nature is as silently she paints the rocks in slow strokes with the sun rising so calmly changing inch by inch the present colors making the shadows disappear for this stage to emerge in its glory as never before, and yet as she does every morning, throughout the day when finally she will put her palette away for dark to descent upon it all. These are the highs of the Journey, these are the true moments I live for when the reel of Life finally stops and the moments present stand up always unlike any other. Deep, they penetrate the body and the mind and make my bones shiver in such total acceptance of a Journey well traveled, well felt, experienced and lived to it’s fullest. How can one “not”…
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Ara & Spirit
Be Safe and well
Peace, Love, Courage