Illinois Beekeeper sent this photo in of the same name.
Even somewhere is the middle of nowhere out in that part of Utah.
Dawns Golden Light
Journey Destination
“The journey is the destination“
“Slow down, stop and smell the roses“
Yep – I know all that … but
sometimes the destination is the journey.
When I head cross-country, I’m usually running a tight schedule. Just because I don’t fly doesn’t mean I’m lollygaggling along. I’m finding my ability to drive straight through 30+ hours has diminished somewhat so I need to stop occasionally and take a nap.
Road trips are less of an adventure these days, and more of an endurance test.
But I don’t really want to stop and find a motel and pay upwards of $100 or more for essentially a short nap.
So I find a nice exit ramp in the middle of nowhere, pull off, slip between the truckers on the on ramps, and do whatever needs to be done.
Then – at first light – do what needs to be done next.
And this is probably what I’m doing as you read this …
500 Miles
hopefully more …
If I’m only 500 miles away from home by the time you get a chance to read this, I’m seriously behind schedule.
Posts that will amuse, amaze, and astound are racked and stacked and ready to post over the two weeks I’ll be mostly off-grid.
I hope y’all find that web site with the amazing posts – meanwhile, on with the show here.
Back sometime around the 20th plus or minus a day or so.
Don’t tear up the furniture while I’m gone … and replace the beer in the fridge y’all drink. I’ll want a cold one waiting when I get back.
On The Edge Of The World
Tunesday: Bill Laswell – Ethiopia
A sample of some obscure – and maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.
Today’s selection: Bill Laswell – “Ethiopia” 2002
Bill Laswell. Bass player. Born in Illinois in 1955, raised in Detroit, moved to NYC in his 20s.
No Arrests
Re: Twin Falls shooting
“Police identified the suspect during a press conference on Sunday as 24-year-old Chad Williams, who died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. An off-duty State Trooper and a citizen returned fire.“
An armed citizen helps stop a mass shooting
… and didn’t get arrested.
Or shot.
Twin Falls Police Chief Matthew Hicks: “We want to take a moment to commend the actions of the off-duty officer and the citizen, and their heroic action to stop this incident. We believe their actions helped drive the suspect away from the scene, preventing further casualties.”
lackanookie U. …
originally posted by Jean June 21, 2009
meditate.
pontificate.
graduate.
oh my, don’t cry,
it isn’t over yet.
there’re more to come
so don’t you fret.
he wasn’t the first
won’t be the last
one of those
dime-a-dozen-boys just
passin’ through.
don’t cry for him
he won’t remember you.
there are plenty more
where he came from
so stay away from there
or you will find
more dime-a-dozen-boys
to wear you down.
you’re not much
of a prize, yourself,
you know
when you’re howlin’
about what shoulda been.
the dime-a-dozen-boys
are fine for playin’.
not worth a damn
if you want ’em
to stay(in).
Terrace, Utah
Out in Utah … in a place that makes Lucin look like civilization … was once a division point for the Central Pacific’s portion of the Transcontinental Railroad.
Built in 1869, abandoned in 1904 for new facilities in Montello, Nevada 40 miles west, Terrace, Utah was never anything more than a railroad town. Once having a population of about 1000, when the railroad pulled out, so did the residents, many taking their buildings with them to Montello.
not my drone photo
Safely Home
Mrs DT got back home last night. First a long bus ride to Istanbul, then the airport hassles, off to Amsterdam and layover, then a long direct flight to Seattle, customs, etc, then a flight to Boise, then the long drive home.
With a 9-hour time shift. Midnight here is 9AM there.
Her garden is her baby – she had to check.
Just light enough out for her to begin pointing out the differences between plants and weeds in the garden.
“Yes dear, but I kept everything alive.“
That pretty much pushes the limits of my gardening ability.
She tells me she’s exhausted – who wouldn’t be after a bit over 24 hours of travel?
An hour or so just kicking back, shaking travel jitters off.
Then to bed.
About 2AM (remember when that used to be almost bedtime?). I forget she’s home – lights are on.
I can’t believe I was so tired myself I went to bed with the lights on.
“Oh yeah …“
Time passes. Someplace in there I closed the bedroom door and went back to sleep.
It’s getting light out – it’s past get-up time. Sun will poke up pretty soon.
Lights are on, coffee’s hot but almost gone …
It’s late Sat morning as I write this. (and it’s late evening where she just was.)
Other than a 2-hour nap, she’s not slept properly for two days but since she got home last night – just over 12 hours ago, she’s cleaned the kitchen to her standards, including re-washing the clean dishes that were out.
She’s harvested much of her garden. Tomatoes galore!
And cleared out a few hundred square feet of goatshead weeds. Pretty yellow flowers, nice-looking ground cover … I didn’t know.
She’s taken a shower, washed her clothes, put stuff away, said Hi to her cat, fixed breakfast, took care of a credit card problem, washed her car (huh?), and as I write this, she’s off to a full-scale Costco/Winco shopping trip.
When the crash comes, it’s going to come hard. Hope it doesn’t come while she’s out and about.
Probably won’t see her tomorrow.
Reveal…
published by Jean on Pondering, July 11, 2026
what poems do
is tell about
you.
the you
who writes.
the you
who reads.
like it or not
we see
who you are.
like it
or not.