Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Someone during the 1960s built this, put up a small RV park with water and electrical connections around it, evidently for potential pilgrims. It’s on the boundary between desert and Columbus, New Mexico. I used to go hang around there most times when I’d visit Columbus for other reasons. Never saw anyone there, though the shrine did have palm leaves fresh every time during the early 1990s.
But the RV park is grown up with cactus and creosote, doesn’t appear to have ever been used. The power boxes are full of mud-dobber nests. I’ve been thinking for some while about the place as a winter refuge. I gather the place changed hands after someone died, the new owners live across the street and aren’t followers of Meyar Baba. They work for USFS in Arizona several months a year.
I was talking to one of the cats about the place last night when I was trying to sleep and she was trying to keep me from it by kneading her claws on my chest. She likes the thought of it being somewhat remote, while having the potential for desert mice and lizards. Probably fairly warm, too. Suggested, once I get footloose, if something else doesn’t get in the way, that I try chasing down the current owners. Try to get a feel for whether they’d take kindly to having someone park in there occasionally.
I’m thinking that cat might be onto something.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 