I spent a very good four or five days at Nick and Amy's ranch near Raton, New Mexico.
In the rafters above where I set up shop, someone had tied plastic snakes to scare away the birds from nesting. Five of them worked but the sixth seemed to backfire.
I got close to take a picture of the baby birds and the mother dived in at me making a loud and improbable snapping noise that scared me off.
Someone else had built a nest in the woods in Crested Butte. It was inviting but I was hot and tired from the elevation and walking around with Lola so I didn't go in.
Nor did I go in to this little shack that flashed by on the highway, but I wanted to. (Without Lucy and Carl to keep me on pace I have an unchecked habit of pulling over every five to fifteen minutes to check things out with Lola..
My friend Jon lent me a copy of a book called Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald for this trip and in it is this heartening passage:
Someone, he added, ought to draw up a catalogue of types of buildings listed in order of size, and it would be immediately obvious that domestic buildings of less than normal size--the little cottage in the fields, the hermitage, the lockkeeper's lodge, the pavilion for viewing the landscape, the children's bothy in the garden--are those that offer us at least a semblance of peace, whereas no one in his right mind could truthfully say that he liked a vast edifice such as the Palace of Justice on the old Gallows Hill in Brussels. At the most we gaze at in in wonder, a kind of wonder which in itself is a form of dawning horror, for somehow we know by instinct that outsize buildings cast the shadow of their own destruction before them, and are designed from the first with an eye to their later existence as ruins.
Of course I'm ready to believe this and to find supporting examples, especially at my scale
I stopped at an RV Supercenter to buy some hardware and to marvel and the forty foot mobile homes. It was certainly true that I felt dominated and awed by Fuzion and Voltage [I do still need a name for the trailer] as I pulled out. And that their wonderful shining flanks suggested future dereliction
Though in many cases I think decrepitude would be a great improvement
Near Steamboat Springs I stopped at an auto-recycling yard and was glad to get sunburned walking through looking for tail-light
In any case, there are lots of parts that are building up in my truck.
I love them all so well that I'm ginger and cautious in ever using them, but I'm slowly getting over that and things are starting to stick to the trailer.