desert travels


*The Blackest of Dirt*			The *Wonderful World* of Dancing Red Shoes...

		In search of Bubonic Plauge. Upon arrival at my sacred desert space - three weeks ago - I saw a dust devil - they are rare. Some one told me when they appear someone is trying to contact you. Watching it form and cross the walsh coming torwards me as errie. That and the feel of death I felt ((the chipmunk and mouse corpses)) was all I needed to leave immediately and find another camp stie. Took about ten years to see my first DD in my regular camp then another ten as I saw them last couple of years. Especially last year with all those storms. On this trip I saw several!!!!!. At my second camp from last trip I watched a small dust devil forming from the sacred space I had just blessed and headed my direction. I left the area. Felt like the the distance between realities was thinning. I didn't want to go there. Couple of miles away I felt drawn to this space. It was full of life! There I got bit by nasty red ants and being burnt I sat in the shade as the Benedryl Queen. I think that is part of the reason I got so burned on day one. I had a cantalope on my leg from the bite that took five days to fade.


	I watched these magnificent dust devils forming - one was several hundred feet high. The first smaller ones came through beside my camp and collapsed on the rocky terrain. Third day out I saw something to the south about a half mile away. At first I thought it was a sunblock smudge on my glasses. I checked then looked another direction and it was fine. Watching it for a while as it was totally bizarre and huge blocking the view to the south. A great wall of dust that begain to turn. When I realized what it was I ran for my camera. But to actually watch the winds collide forming an energy whirl wind - minni tornado was a wild blessing. The power of nature birthing itself. I was totally enthralled. And of course it headed my way. I watched it for several minutes and my batteries died. I filmed it with video for about a minute - uses lots of battery juice. It faded as it hit the edge of red rocky ridge that formed the terrain rising up to camp.


	And this is the eagles nest I found following only my intuition and unknown roads. I sat memerized by the view and the cool wind that blowed all day at that height. The Canyon is called Buckhorn Walsh and is full of petraglyphs and a few dinsour tracks. A camper got lost in that canyon the day I left.



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