hmmmm ... now that didn't quite go as anticipated. I look at the date of the last post and it was a full 8 days ago. Storms, aging hardware and people not quite so sure how to cycle a router (or if they should even trust a guy who looks like he just wandered in from the outback to do it) all conspired to keep me off the net.
So here it is a full week later and we have arrived back home. Home where the signal is strong and bandwidth abundant. Somehow the trade doesn't seem even.
No, my heart is still on that mesa. Sitting on a cold folding chair, my tracking mount and camera ready for any break in the clouds. Hours out there. Everyone else asleep. Hour after frustrating hour.
I loved every minute of it.
I was talking to a woman while waiting in line for lunch a few days ago. She was relaying her disappointment of a hike canceled due to lightning but instead she got to spend a few hours connecting and talking with her grand daughter while watching the weather pass. Understanding, I told her that Ghost Ranch is all about "expectation management". She said "oh, I have the remember that ..." and pulled out a pen and began scribbling in a notepad. Having someone write down something I say at a place where world famous writers, poets and artists hang out was amusing to say the least. But the more I thought about it the more I could see it for myself.
I didn't get 13, 7, 4 or even 2 incredible nights to image the heavens. I did get some quality time on a cold rusty folding chair with views like this to keep me company.