There’s something to be said for seldom-used paths…

The other day I noticed that the water canteen was missing out of my bike’s pannier bag. Seems I neglected to zip up the bag when I loaded the bike on its Jeep-back carrier. I know this, because…

…a couple of days later I found the canteen bleaching in the sun, on the same bumpy bit of dry wash that bounced it out of the pannier.

And there it lay unmolested until the next time I happened by. I love it here.

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7 Responses to There’s something to be said for seldom-used paths…

  1. Terrapod says:

    You enjoy the very definition of “low traffic zone”. 😉

  2. Ben says:

    One one hand, it’s charming that your part of the world is so empty of traffic that a perfectly good bit of survival gear can sit in full sight for days without being picked up by passers-by. But on the other hand, in my part of the world I feel perfectly safe biking without carrying survival gear around.

    I envy you your world Joel, but I wouldn’t swap places with you, and I’m not sure that I can put my finger on exactly why that is.

  3. Joel says:

    🙂 I’m sure you can put your finger on why it is, and I understand. There’s a reason I don’t recommend my way of life. It’s a matter of taste, and I’ve seen more than one person rush into it in haste and repent of it at leisure and great cost. The desert is an extreme choice and (to say the least) not for everyone.

  4. Steve Walton says:

    The coloration and general appearance of the ground around that canteen looks precisely like the surface of Mars. Colonizing that place is going to require a lot of people like you, Joel!

    While I like trees immensely, a desert can be stunningly beautiful also. City folk cannot grasp the silence and the inner life of such a place.

  5. Anonymous says:

    I, like you grew up in the desert. My child hood years were in the Mesa, Chandler, Phoenix area back in the late seventies. I absolutely loved the desert. I spent many nights partying in the dry river beds with large bonfires and lots of people having a great time. Back in those days Mesa was a small community and it was miles of desert between communities.

    My first active duty location was David-Monthan, 1974, Tucson. I’ve driven through your area timeless number of times. I absolutely love the deserts beauty. But…

    I moved east in 2011, and discovered trees, woods and farmland. In 2015 I retired from 40 years of military service and we bought a small 15 acre piece of dirt in NW Tennessee. Eight acres of heavily wooded acres with the rest in pastures. I’m completely invisible to any neighbors, the nearest is over a mile as the crows fly. Complete and totally privacy.

    I’ll take the trees any day.

  6. PaulB says:

    Desert, no one for miles. Nw tennesse, 10,000 people within a mile. All will be hungry soon. Things will get ugly fast.

  7. anonymous says:

    A couple of years ago, my Brother and I were driving one of the ranch roads, when we came across a tired rim in middle of the road. WTH – why would anyone leave that in the road ? Brother thought it looked familiar – yep, it was his spare tire that fell out the previous month we had driven the road. Very fortunate he did not have a flat during the interrum.

    Glad you came across your lost canteen – those come in handy living in the desert.

To the stake with the heretic!