Occupation of Independence

 We haven't seen the last hot day in 2026 but, still, it seems like we've 'broken the back' of this summer.  A camper has a right to celebrate that.  I am even happy about a smoky sky (from the forest fires) because it takes the edge off the hot sun.  Smoke bothers some people but I can even stand bicycling in it.  So off we went, onto a new road and perhaps a scenic view from the continental divide .  The trees were thick and unburned, so the shade was nice.  But the viewscape was pretty closed in.  After a while, it seemed like something was about to change. The dirt road got closer to an almost cliff-like mountain edge, so the view opened up, with each curve seeming to hang further and further out into space; swelling into a type of crescendo. By sheer dumb luck, I had happened to watch this video on You Tube the previous day, and the music was still stuck in my head:  It was the " Love Death " from the climax to Wagner's "Tristan and Iso...

The older I get, the more willing I am to admire people without wishing to emulate them.  The perfect example of this is all the trekkers on the Continental Divide Trail.  Congratulations to them for finding something they really like.  But it wouldn't work for me: it is too oxen-like.  And too warm. I was surprised to see a horsewoman coming down the trail, with a packhorse behind her.  Girls will be girls, and she had a stylish blanket under her saddle.  Alongside her ran a friendly, long-legged spaniel or pointer.  The dog had spiffy hiking boots on its fore-paws.  I said, "What a team!" to her.  We spoke a little bit and then she quickly disappeared.  A horse walks faster than you think.    But that "team" really made my day.  I not only admired it, but I did wish to emulate.  But of course, I won't -- for practical reasons.  If only my camera had been handy!   Today's team was my favorite since I ran i...

Seeking new books -- or novelty in general -- is quite a vice.  One can not praise the rereading of books, enough; especially if the book 'sort of' worked for you the first time around, while many years have passed, with changes in the world or in yourself. For instance, many years ago I read " The March of Folly ", by Barbara Tuchman .  She wrote:  "To qualify as folly for this inquiry, the policy adopted must [...]  have been perceived as counterproductive in its own time, not merely by hindsight." You'd think that European statesmen bumbling into World War One would be her best example, but it was not included in this book perhaps because of her more famous book, " The Guns of August ." She made examples of the Trojans accepting the gift of a wooden horse from the Greeks; Renaissance popes provoking the secession of protestants; Britain losing its American colonies; and the American debacle in Viet Nam . If she were writing this book today...

 It is wonderful to see yourself becoming more appreciative of solid, unspectacular things.  Maybe that happens more and more the older a person gets? Look at this nice -- but ordinary -- thing at the beginning of summer.  It made a great impression at the time, but I couldn't explain why it seemed like such a big deal:  Maybe it was the context and "set up."  It was early summer and I was driving from ID to OR.  Just before leaving ID, I saw people eating outdoors and driving around with their windows down in a way that made them look like they were celebrating the onset of summer.  I was deeply offended. Then on the OR side I saw people practicing predatory parking while looking for the tiny bits of shade available at the Walmart parking lot.  This seemed funny to me.  "Hey, these Oregonians are OK," I thought. As I have done a thousand times during my RV career, I escaped the (low altitude) heat of the 'big city' early that morning, by cli...