Gramps
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Dangling Rope this evening.......glass inside the buoy line
Glass at "the Rope"
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Beautiful
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That is F'ing beautiful, always wanted to see it from up above the rope. I love Powell
paradise
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Awesome picture, will be fun to watch as much of that as possible get covered up this year 
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I need to get there.
Gramps
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it's closed............
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Gramp's photo says it all about the beauty and solitude of the desert. We are all fortunate to live and play in the beautiful Southwest.
His picture illustrates why I have loved the desert since I was a small child. Its beauty is unsurpassed in many ways.
We lived in Albuquerque, right up against the fence of Sandia Base (now Sandia Labs) and Kirtland AFB. Almost every spring and summer morning I would get up around 5:45, because just after 6:00 a Beechcraft B-55 Baron operated by Central Airlines would pass over my house on its way up to Los Alamos. To this day, I still look up when I hear the sound of two big Continentals pulling a Baron across the sky.
Then I would walk out on the mesa, looking for lizards and sometimes spotting a quail hen closely followed by a dozen or so chicks rushing through sandy arroyos. I also came home a few times with a bullsnake, much to my mom's surprise (and disgust).
When the sun rose above the Sandia Mountains, it would bathe the Rio Grande river valley in brilliant golden rays. If you've been to the Balloon Festival and watched the sunrise, you know what I'm talking about.
We also lived in Holbrook off and on over those years, because my dad's HVAC business performed work at Shonto, Chinle, Tuba City, and other towns on the reservations. The work was easier for him to supervise when we lived near it, instead of driving or flying his 182 back and forth from Albuquerque.
I would hike for miles across the desert, carrying the Winchester .22 pump my parents gave me for Christmas when I was eight. We lived about two miles from the Petrified Forest National Park, and that boundary on the east and the two miles between Route 66 and the Little Colorado River was my backyard.
Sorry for the TD;LR. I love the desert, it's part of me.
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His picture illustrates why I have loved the desert since I was a small child. Its beauty is unsurpassed in many ways.
We lived in Albuquerque, right up against the fence of Sandia Base (now Sandia Labs) and Kirtland AFB. Almost every spring and summer morning I would get up around 5:45, because just after 6:00 a Beechcraft B-55 Baron operated by Central Airlines would pass over my house on its way up to Los Alamos. To this day, I still look up when I hear the sound of two big Continentals pulling a Baron across the sky.
Then I would walk out on the mesa, looking for lizards and sometimes spotting a quail hen closely followed by a dozen or so chicks rushing through sandy arroyos. I also came home a few times with a bullsnake, much to my mom's surprise (and disgust).
When the sun rose above the Sandia Mountains, it would bathe the Rio Grande river valley in brilliant golden rays. If you've been to the Balloon Festival and watched the sunrise, you know what I'm talking about.
We also lived in Holbrook off and on over those years, because my dad's HVAC business performed work at Shonto, Chinle, Tuba City, and other towns on the reservations. The work was easier for him to supervise when we lived near it, instead of driving or flying his 182 back and forth from Albuquerque.
I would hike for miles across the desert, carrying the Winchester .22 pump my parents gave me for Christmas when I was eight. We lived about two miles from the Petrified Forest National Park, and that boundary on the east and the two miles between Route 66 and the Little Colorado River was my backyard.
Sorry for the TD;LR. I love the desert, it's part of me.
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