An ever-play movie,
road in the distance
following the creek
wet or dry
up or down
a stream of SUVs
at 60 spaced militarily
from So Cal
to Christian camps
above Eshom
remembering Loren
on an ox cart load
of carp to dry
for the summer
CalFire trucks
twice a day
cattle neighbors,
goosenecks,
loads of hay
Badger locals
on shoulders parked
for first or last
cell phone service
sprinkled with tentative tourists
and strings of Harleys
roaring for or from
a burger at the Mountain House.
We believe we can read
everybody’s business
long distance.
drycrikjournal 
At my ½ year above you, I find my mind more able to wander from here to way over there. Some are past and some I am but awaking to. Some matters, yet often not at all. After ¾ of a century of deep reverence for the wild, it came to realize that the wild will always be there, disinfecting, but we wont. Perhaps for a short time in a fading memory.
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You forgot the era of gravel trucks? I know you haven’t yet.
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