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This is my triumphant return to the lifestyle I've always furthered and forwarded in my heart, at least, so let's blast off. The first half of my life has been incredible and the second segment will include more splendors than any Ottoman Sultan could ever have wished for in his golden repose. Anyway, fasten your laughter belt cuz you're on a collision course with wackiness.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Heart's Land

A mighty, mighty wind battered us all the morning through the rising of the sun over the swirling green fields of Kansas, pushing the FJ to the north while I compensated to keep her heading west. The wind has left us now and we find Ginsberg's Denver Doldrums by the tracks where Neal Cassady's father laid down his hammer.
The Rockies sit in front of us and block the way with granite, limestone, snow, ice, wind, and the threat of the occasional thunderbolt. Uncanny. Beyond, the continental divide will send us tumbling down the Colorado plateau and the brown earth and green plush will quite suddenly give way to the shocking stark orange and red rocks that seem to occur punctually at the Utah border.

The next days and nights will be spent pressed to the living sandstone that cradles Moab and the Cretaceous landscape. May we slip through the elements.


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