James and I walked for five hours yesterday. We prowled the neighborhood’s open fields, following paths Pete would walk, veering from those paths to scour drainage ditches many of which are now full of tumbleweeds. Today, we’ll do more of the same though my legs may protest and drive themselves to the airport. James, with […]
Do you want to walk a step or two in Ken’s shoes? Meet him, read his books, Â and then meet Pete’s friend, John. Buy John coffee and chat with him as long as it takes for him to smile. Listen to his stories about living in Las Vegas before the corporations moved in, his part […]
I’ve become quite fond of the water tower area. I know the terrain, I know approximately where I’ve looked, I know where the cairns are, and I know it’s safe. I could stray for miles but because the land rises the water tower and the town below are always in view.Today, John (above)introduced me […]
What we think we know. Peter wasn’t feeling well and his journal entry indicated a hope to walk to the water tower. John, who managed Pete’s rental properties, Â saw him shortly before his last walk and said he looked fine. Pete was his boss but also his friend, not his best friend, that’d be Smoky […]
To speak to John B’s observation (he lived in Pahrump) the only sound, besides my squeaky joints, is the wind funneling past the phone’s receiver. Your browser does not support the video tag
I’m 2 1/2 miles from the water tower and l’ve gained 1500 feet. I can see sagebrush sand and rocks, green and pink hued mountains. The sun is warm, not hot and though I drink a lot I’m not thirsty. Silence? Not as much as you think as sounds reverberate from the city below. Although […]
I found a Mylar balloon caught in a cactus, a plastic bag or two and some horse crap, but otherwise not much evidence of other humans. I guess that’s a good thing.
Views down to the water tower and up to the mountains.