First, we drove north to Silver City, New Mexico. That is the gateway to Gila (pron: hee la). Then we continued, along New Mexico's 'blue highways', into the foothills of this place. We were searching for abandoned homes, given up by property owners. My friend takes pics, does reports...sends them to home office.
You wouldn't believe these places...like ghosts, someone locked the gates of, and it all goes quiet. There are towns, villages back there, that forgot their names. One had a dried up post office. Only the bones remained. It started getting late afternoon...shadows lengthened, we decided to head on back to Silver City.
We caught a late lunch in a place called 'The Tranquil Coffee House', in the old town. It was funky, homesy, and there was a cat playing 12 fret parlor guitar, and selling copper jewelry. They got good grub, well, cakes, sandwiches. You know. There were old gents, in there shoot'n the breeze, about things, died fifteen years ago, just like it was today.
We finished up, headed out, did one more house, on the edge of town, before we lost the light...then, headed south to Deming. I slept like a puppy last night. The storm rolled in, literally 'rocked my cradle'.
I get to return to the wilderness, on Tuesday. I probably see more, cause I'm not drive'n, and while she's peeling eye's for signs of life and old road names, I'm looking off in the distance...seeing the wild, and feeling 'the wolf' inside. I want'a howl. Had such a good time.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: back in the gila wilderness, google pic
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