Munich Vacation

In January, our good friends Almir and Dragana of Sarajevo vacationed in
Munich for 12 days. Besides spending time with her son and his wife,
they made Almir very, very happy by snagging tickets to Wishbone Ash,
Almir's favorite band since 1972! One of the last times I have visited
Almir, we sat in the Manhattan Bar in Sarajevo drinking beer and
watching Wishbone Ash concert videos.


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Here's a treasure

Lori asks, 'Know anything interesting to do with a beaver skull? We found a complete skeleton.....'
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Saturday interlude

Head down the highway into the Sonoran Desert. Make certain you are a minimum of 40 miles from the nearest human, then turn south on a dirt road and roll across a black pebbly plain for another 10 miles. Find a small Palm oasis tucked neatly into a pocket of bare hills, ancient gathering place for several desert tribes. Find granite boulders with their brown desert veneer covered with hundreds of petroglyphs. Make camp. Watch the moonrise over the stillness.
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Today!

Eddy stands for the first time. A proud and excited boy!
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Thursday at Village Site

Wandering around an ancient village site a couple of miles in, I notice the cholla have hitched a ride on my boot. Stuck right through the leather and rubber. Tough to pry off. Spines just won't come out! A couple of coyote pups are having a bad time somewhere across the desert. I follow a wash down from the village and find more pottery shards. Heading out, I spook a desert bighorn on a hillside.
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Finally, Tuesday

Finally, after five days of coughing, fever, phelgm, rain, winds, and driving, driving, driving, dodging countless truck and trailer rigs on narrow, nightmarish highways at dusk and dark, in a daze of fatigue and medicine, with only a nights respite at a dreamtime Chumash pictograph site, I cross summit after summit and drop down deserts, through Joshua Tree from the Mojave to the Sonoran, wind my way through the mud canyons of the San Andreas fault, skirt the lemon and orange groves, the date palms, bounce across the Anza Borrego Badlands through an immense storm of blowing dust, endure a night of wind threatening my flimsy tent, and emerge t-shirted into sunlight and warmth, among friends -- ocatilla, barrel, agave, mesquite -- with tiny fishhook cactus in bloom, hillsides crazy with jumbled stone, and Kumeyaay pottery shards big as my heart on the desert floor.
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Good-bye Bella!

My Beautiful White Lady (Bella Bjela) goes on the auction block. . .
adieu, adieu . . . until we meet again in a better world . . .

http://www.oglasnik.hr/prodaja-automobila/fiesta-oglas-1432772

Thank you "Slavkosolin".