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day 57 ~ balvanz minidv stabilizer, cats and dogs, chestnut tart

www.theendlessroadtrip.com ~ playing with the minidv stabilizer (the running footage i find pretty incredible). and then chestnut tart making time!

day 54 ~ rebel chihuahua, dog park, real food, lensic

www.theendlessroadtrip.com ~ day 54 of my year long Ailey video journal is very dog centered. apart from mazy mazy and (more…)

day 40 ~ santa fe, nm ~ mazy loves barbie, more bolillo rolls, holiday hysteria

www.theendlessroadtrip.com ~ the other day, we found a barbie doll’s head lying on the street in front of our house. (more…)

day 39 ~ santa fe, nm ~ doggies, pie crust, studying, full moon, skating

www.theendlessroadtrip.com ~ day 39 of my year long daily video journal finds us in santa fe. mazy gets her morning (more…)

santa fe, nm ~ watermelons, disco balls, crystals, gardens, pizza, game night and pita surprise!

www.theendlessroadtrip.com ~ october 10, 2011…not, as the video says, october 9. day 10 of my daily video journal. another day (more…)

mazy and her girlfriend maddy ~ santa fe, nm ~ july 22, 2011

after a long courtship and an initial animosity, mazy and maddy are now dating.

tragedy and comedy, doggy-style ~ maddie and mazy, may 7, 2011

who says dogs can’t smile…or grimace, for that matter. on the right, of course, is mazy. the very concerned creature on the left is maddy, the wiggly dog from next door. i’m not sure what they’re reacting to, but they obviously have very different opinions.

summer on granite lake ~ munsonville, nh ~ 20aug10

granite lake is a magical place. about 20 minutes from tim’s hometown of keene, nh, this tiny spot of crystal clear water is the center of a charming cottage community. back in the day, all of the houses (or “camps” as the yankees call them) that edged the lake were seasonal dwellings, to be used only during warm temperatures. now, however, many have been turned into 4-season, year-round homes.

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tim spent much of his childhood splashing, diving and knee-boarding on granite lake. it’s a special place for him and now that i’ve been fortunate enough to spend a full week along its shores, it’s a special place for me too.we barbecued and kayaked and sat silently while the amber light of late summer danced along the edges of waves. we told stories and laughed and took long walks with mazy and her bff, bella. we ate the most delicious local peaches, survived mushroom palouzza 2010, and celebrated tim’s 35th birthday.

near the end of our stay, a cold wind blew through new hampshire, bringing rain and dropping temperatures. in what seemed like just a few hours, summer gave way to autumn.

great sand dunes national park and the medano forest fire ~ mosca, colorado

WALKING ON WATER

one of the most surprising, beautiful and surreal places that we’ve visited on this endless trip is right here , tucked into the southern edge of colorado, right where the rockies begin to descend into new mexico. the first time we laid eyes upon this bizarre landscape was in june of 2009, relatively early on in our journey. by that time we had logged a lot of road miles, but because of a lingering rocky mountain winter and a couple of long-ish house sitting gigs, we hadn’t yet done a lot of actual camping. as we pulled off of US160, heading north towards the great sand dunes, we somewhat naively believed that the place would be mostly empty and that we would have our pick of the park’s campsites. i mean, we’re talking about an extremely isolated, sparsely populated stretch of high plains desert…the veritable middle of nowhere.

and yet, as we pulled in, we couldn’t help but notice the line of heavily laden suvs, pickup trucks, and rvs. the place was a madhouse! when we finally reached the entry gate, we were greeted by a sign — campground full — and a speech that the park ranger seemed to be reciting from memory: “i’m sorry folks, but our campground is all full up. you might try san luis lakes state park, about 10 miles away, but i’m not sure if there’s any space there either. there’s also a privately owned campground just outside the park boundary…don’t bother asking about tomorrow, because we’re going to be all full up then too.”

the dunes themselves are magnificent. this is one of the few national parks that allow dogs anywhere past the parking lot and so the three of us dragged our way up a series of undulating, collapsing ridge lines, attempting to get a glimpse of the vast interior of the the dune field. every time we crested another dune, some subtle magic lured us onward, promising us a greater revelation if we managed to reach the next peak, the next vista. we hiked until all we could see, from horizon to horizon, were dunes. it felt like we were on another planet, like we could have walked on forever.

as remarkable as the dunes were, it was the medano creek and the surge flow that captured my imagination. there was something so entrancing, so completely compelling about the endless combinations of wind, sand, water and sunlight, that i fell into a post of fugue state, utterly transfixed. patterns emerged and retreated in the water’s surface; a strange and half remembered calligraphy. within the space of a few windswept minutes, the water would take the form of delicate herringbone lace, a single standing wave, a string of tiny suns.

my communion with this place brought one of the first and most persistent revelations of our journey. standing ankle deep in snowmelt, held in the distant embrace of sun, sky, mountain, dune, forest and cloud, the connection between all of these physical forms became manifest and wholly evident. the only thing separating smoke and creek, sand dune and pine tree were the relative scale of time and size. beyond that, there is no distinction. everything exists only for a moment, every form is transient. all that holds us together is vibration; we are simply standing waves in the profound medium of universal energy. we arise and subside as quickly as a pattern in sand, as unexpectedly as a tree growing on the shoulder of a mountain, as beautifully as a forest fire. all is one.

words are as inadequate a tool as a cell phone camera in the attempt to capture the depth and reach of a landscape like this. better not to dwell too long on these ineffable concerns. better to simply surrender to the call of whimsy, of play, released from the bounds of eternity. let the mountains grind themselves to bits, let the sand scatter, let the snow dissolve into the desert. the sun is shining, the breeze is cool, and the whole world, even the forest exploding into flame, trembles with beauty.

allergy season ~ albuquerque and santa fe, new mexico

OF VINEGAR AND KARMA


back in the early 1990s, i spent about four years living, working and going to school in albuquerque, nm. i was in my early twenties, and to be perfectly honest, i was not at my most emotionally healthy. in the common parlance of the rom-com, i had a lot of growing up to do. there are memories of my time in new mexico that can still bring moments of sweaty, gut-cramping embarrassment. i wore a skirt? a miniskirt? i fooled around with an aspiring model named clint? i sent secret admirer notes? ergh. sure, there were wonderful times and unforgettable experiences as well, but even those were fraught with the self-absorbed angst that only a twenty-year-old, semi-closeted, recovering seventh day adventist could muster.

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what i’m trying to get at with all of these terrifying revelations is that new mexico and i have a very intense emotional history. under albuquerque’s chronically sunny skies, i experienced more than my share of awkwardness and inflicted more than my share of cruelty. i could go into more detail, but really, what would be the point? suffice it to say that whenever i go back, i can’t help but feel that there’s a shit ton of karmic payback waiting for exactly the right moment to serve notice.

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that moment was april 2010. it may seem overly dramatic to assert that the allergies i experienced during this visit to new mexico were a sort of cosmic retribution for my past sins, but i was there and i lived through it, so i know. this was some serious heironymus bosch shit. being eaten by a bird-headed creature while crows fly out of one’s ass could hardly be more terrible than the life-sapping combination of congestion, leakage, migraine, insomnia, dehydration, bloody nose, and puffy face that new mexico’s flora inflicted on me. apparently, other people suffered as well, this being the worst allergy season in years. new mexico had seen an unusually wet winter and pollen and mold counts, so i was told, were through the roof. such knowledge proved a cold comfort. misery may love company, but i would prefer to keep misery at a safe distance.

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luckily for me, i stumbled upon a remedy so powerful it not only does away with allergy symptoms, it also eradicates bad karma. my friend carla suggested it when my eyes, nose, mouth and throat first began to leak, but i foolishly chose to ignore her advice. it was only after i had hit my own rock bottom and realized i was helpless before this seasonal affliction that i finally surrendered to a higher power: the power of apple cider vinegar.

for those of you who are afflicted by allergies, bad karma, or both, i recommend the following brew:

2 C bragg’s apple cider vinegar
2 inches of ginger, sliced thinly
4-8 cloves of garlic, peeled
several dashes of cayenne pepper

bring the above ingredients to a boil, turn heat down and simmer for a while. turn off heat and add:

2-4 teabags (stinging nettle, breathe easy, gypsy cold care, etc.)
enough local honey and warm water to dilute and make the brew palatable.

drink this stuff all day long. drink it til the people around you begin asking if you smell something weird.

how do i know it works on allergies? well, in my case, about two days after getting serious with the vinegar, my symptoms had all but disappeared. it verged on the miraculous.

how do i know it zapped my bad karma? because even though i started my tenure in new mexico as an insecure, awkward, unnecessarily cruel, sometimes vicious, skirt-wearing, closet case, i somehow managed to end up with the coolest, kindest, smartest, funniest, most talented and generous friends in the entire state. so to m, a, w, c, z, h, and e: thanks for putting up with my endless bitching and moaning about my damned allergies. you guys made new mexico more magical – one might even say enchanted – than ever.

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