Saturday, February 11, 2006
I'm a person who doesn't care for city life. I lived on one of the San Juan Islands in north west Washington State for 7 years, and consider it my true home. It is over an hour ride by ferry boat from the mainland and I loved the community family, the laid back attitude, the remoteness, the trees and water. I can't begin to tell you how much I miss it. The fact that I call Las Vegas home now boggles my mind; even after living here for a year and a half. This being said, I get out of the city as often as possible to explore the desert. At first, the Mojave looked like the dead surface of Mars to me. I could see nothing but dirt and rock; but now, I see the beautiful shapes and shadows and seek to find the hearty plant and animal life. We were lucky yesterday...
I'm a person who doesn't care for city life. I lived on one of the San Juan Islands in north west Washington State for 7 years, and consider it my true home. It is over an hour ride by ferry boat from the mainland and I loved the community family, the laid back attitude, the remoteness, the trees and water. I can't begin to tell you how much I miss it. The fact that I call Las Vegas home now boggles my mind; even after living here for a year and a half. This being said, I get out of the city as often as possible to explore the desert. At first, the Mojave looked like the dead surface of Mars to me. I could see nothing but dirt and rock; but now, I see the beautiful shapes and shadows and seek to find the hearty plant and animal life. We were lucky yesterday...
We drove south on Hwy 95 to Laughlin, then stopped on the other side of the Colorado River in Bullhead City, to throw rocks in the river. The wind coming down the river just about knocked us over though and we had many more miles to drive, so we left and headed towards Kingman, Arizona. I like Kingman; it sits along old Route 66 and the was an important railroad stop. It has its own character. Heck, can't be all bad--Andy Divine is from there! http://www.kingmanchamber.org/community-relocation-info/history/index.php
Then we took Hwy 95 back up towards Vegas. Along the way, we saw what I believe to be, wild horses! They were a small heard about 40 or so miles north of Kingman. They were wild and scruffy looking but it was one of the coolest things I've seen since living down here.
Continuing up the road, I spotted three Big Horn Sheep looking over us from a tall cliff. We promptly turned the car around to get a better look and noticed 3 more on the other side of the road--very close to us. This is only the second time I've spotted Big Horns here. I have a close friend who is a hunter--he was always blown away by my ability to spot deer and elk out in the woods of Washington.
Just south of Hoover Dam, we found a dirt road that leads to Lake Mead. We go there from time to time to throw rocks and just to see water. Nobody seems to know about this place, which makes it even nicer.
It was a nice day.
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