Chiricahua to Fort Stockton

We awoke at Bonita Canyon Campground and started the morning with the sun on the Massai Point Nature Trail. Many of the rhyolite hoodoos are still in the shade, but the formations these silica-rich extrusive igneous rocks create are mesmerizing. Among the crevices of some ground stones is the exoskeleton of a cicada. We’ll finish our visit with a moderate hike with more tree cover and tightly clustered hoodoos; this park has the densest collection in the world from a volcanic event about 27 million years ago.

Further down the trail, we watch a Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly feed on an Indian paintbrush, a flower that fits the preferences of the Papilionidae family of tubular, nectar-rich blooms in shades of pink and purple. Even more engaging is trying to capture a decent photo of a Mexican Jay that jumps from rock to branch and back again. We’re a little over an hour from our next state, and it’s time to get going. We are only in New Mexico as long as the Rio Grande is wide (though it runs through the entire state), and we enjoyed the afternoon walking along its riverbank.

We stop in Las Cruces and meander around La Llorona Park, just two miles from the World’s Largest Chile Pepper in front of the Big Chile Inn. From there, it’s only a half hour to the Texas state line. There’s a sign posted, Playful City USA, which the non-profit Kaboom! donates when a city expands, improves, and guarantees access to play areas, especially for low-income children. We stop in Sierra Blanca to admire their courthouse and read the history of Victorio, an Apache chief, vs retired General Byrne, who was killed in his stagecoach.

The US and Mexico gathered 5,000 soldiers to hunt Victorio down and put an end to his raiding career in the southwest. Byrne was born in Ireland but reinterred in Fort Worth (random fact). The other sign discusses the joining of the Southern Pacific and Texas & Pacific railroads that would connect the West Coast with East Texas in December of 1881, after over a decade of construction. The Atrium Inn will provide our bed for the night. At this point, we are about 40 percent of the way to San Antonio from El Paso and have another 280 miles past the Alamo to exit Texas on the other side.

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San Diego to Chiricahua

Caleb was presented with an anchor paddle on June 3rd to honor his time at COMLCSRON ONE as chief from September 2016 to June 2019. His office hours were 0630-0645, which is roughly 250 hours, and they couldn’t spell our last name correctly. We take this transfer gift home and set out for the East Coast, where Caleb will go to school before returning overseas. We’ll spend the night over 200 miles away, so we have a headstart on vacation and can skip the Tuesday morning traffic.

Our sunrise destination is the Blythe Intaglios (designs engraved into a material) that appear to be nothing more than simple impressions in the ground from moving dark rocks into an outline of the lighter soil underneath. The magic here is that they have survived weather and man for over 400 years (possibly 2,000), and were first noticed by a pilot in 1932. The male figure is 102 feet tall with an armspan of 65 feet. Native American myths claim the animal is a mountain lion, and non-Native Americans believe it is a horse, hence the large age guesstimate.

Three hours later, we are in a different state and in the same Sonoran Desert, visiting the Casa Grande Ruins National Monument to honor the work of the Hohokam. This culture is best known for its irrigation canal systems, big adobe houses, and trading tools of obsidian. An innovative technology in development since 1895 made progress with the XRF (X-ray fluorescence) spectrometer in 1948, and a portable version was built in the 70s. This method tells scientists the chemical makeup of this volcanic glass and helps determine its origin.

The Great House was four stories at one point. In the winter, women sat in the plazas to make baskets, pottery, clothes, and food. In the hotter months, they sat in the shade of the ramadas. The rooms were used for sleeping, storage, and ceremonies. I’m sure the structure appeared sturdier 700 years ago when it was less worn and cracked. There are a few modern tools to help hold the place together and keep people out, but birds are able to appreciate the cool refuge from the summer sun. We spot a white-tailed antelope squirrel, so named for running like the hooved ruminant and not climbing a tree or diving into the ground.

Count Ferdinand von Galen has his name on the Titan Missile Museum Education and Research Center, for his part, starting in 1997, in preserving and innovating the aerospace museums of southern Arizona by raising $12 million. The museum opened in 1986 as the only publicly accessible intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM) site of the two preserved of the 54 that were ready to go from 1963 to 1987, roughly half of the Cold War years. The site was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1994. The underground complex was built to withstand everything but a direct hit from an enemy warhead.

We walk through the museum before being led into the theater for a 16-minute film about the missile, its mission, and its role in the Cold War. We are then led outside, through the blast doors, and down 55 steps to the Launch Control Center. It feels like being on an underground ship. Our docent talks about the security measures in place (thick doors, multiple locks, missile codes) to guard such power from misuse or misfortune. He walks us through a simulated launch experience and shows us the ticker tape (a material that was outdated by the end of Operation Desert Storm).

From here, there’s another long cableway where anyone over six feet tall has to wear a hard hat. There are signs posted: No lone zone, two-man policy mandatory. We are led to the silo and can view it from multiple levels. Its size makes it appear like a spaceship, and in a sense it is, but for warheads. I have mixed emotions looking at such technological advances and knowing their annihilation potential, while imagining this machine taking me to the moon made of cheese. I’m grateful these were deactivated and unclassified, but that just shows its age, not the peaceful state of the world, where these would no longer be necessary.

Once we return to the surface, we are free to roam again and are reminded to look through the windows to see the missile from above. It’s a lovely day out, and we stop to walk around Willcox, AZ, because it’s my kind of beautiful, and the Cattle Capital, as it was the largest rail-shipping point in the 1930s and still a ranch-focused locale. I enjoy seeing the decades of difference next to each other, and that no two deserted buildings are ever the same.

We detoured off Hwy-10 to finish our day in Chiricahua National Monument with a hike to Faraway Ranch. Along the trail, there is the Stafford Cabin, built in the 1880s, the guest ranch established in the early 1900s, and the Civilian Conservation Corps camp erected in 1934. The 180 enrollees built roads and trails for $30 a month, so that visitors had an easier time accessing canyons, spires, and balanced rocks, until the camp was closed in 1940, when many of the barracks and other buildings were torn down. We’re given enough daylight to make it to the campground.

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Free To Be Me

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There’s a marching band inside my head,
I only want to stay in bed.
I’m up and trying, dragging lead,
If it were up to me I’d be dead.

I carry on and walk along,
I sometimes hum a happy song.
How much longer must I play along,
Before I finish this sad song.

It’s cold out here, I start to bleed,
Just a little glad I can’t feel my feet.
It trickles down as it warms my seat,
A simple sign of soon to be relief.

Goodbye today, goodbye tonight,
Even though I’ll miss the starry sight.
It was wonderful the moments when I
wasn’t sad or set a fright.

They weren’t enough, they never are,
Happiness always seemed so far.
I tried to reach and to believe
that one day I’d be free to be me.

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Spring Break 2019

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This will be unlike any break before it — spent with cold meds, textbooks, and peanut butter. I need to spend the week catching up, so I can be better prepared and have more time to study in the next eight weeks.

Since last month, I have learned to chip and putt, but only when I can remember to not “break my wrists”, keep my butt out, and always accelerate through. We will be playing on the Balboa Park Golf Course starting in April or we can go to the driving range if we’re not ready to compete against our classmates on nine holes.

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There has been a lot of rain this month, and sickness, so on the days that the soccer field wasn’t closed to prevent our cleats from messing up the field the coach called out too, so this gave me more time to study bones (all but the three of the inner ear, so 203) and muscles (about 80, since it’s difficult to see the deeper ones on models and cadavers) for anatomy — two exams. My grade went from acceptable to awesome, but I’m hoping to do better when we test on the nervous system in three weeks, as I already know the location and function of the 12 cranial nerves.

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Chemistry lecture isn’t going as well as I had hoped. There are hundreds of elements and a million ways to combine them all. It doesn’t help that I completely missed an online assignment worth 20 points, but I talked with the professor and he said he would drop that from my total grade, so that will raise me a letter grade.

Chemistry lab, on the other hand, is going amazingly well. I spend hours watching the professor’s videos and reading the handouts and writing the procedure into my lab notebook. I come prepared, make a minor mistake each time (learning opportunity), and then write about it properly in my post-lab discussion. The only thing I still struggle with is the professor’s humor to have multiple choice quizzes with most of the options being “none of the above” or seemingly tricky.

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how many bones (65), and landmarks(~90), can you count?

I finished my managerial accounting with a 96 or 97, depending on how the professor rounds. The final was six questions and I had two hours to complete. I thought I might spend 20 minutes like I did on the mid-term, but ended up spending 90. My business calculus class is still hanging on by a thread. My midterm for that is in two weeks so I need to study because it accounts for 30% of my overall grade.

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herbed bread

Kickboxing is the easiest class, and it should be at only half a credit. It allows me to blow off steam from the week before going into the weekend. I can see classmates making improvements in other areas of their life — stretching, diet, studying, and rest because the coach cares more about the whole person than just teaching them to punch people in the face (which we avoid).

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(~48) muscles: origin, insertion, and action

I will spend the rest of the week: getting ahead on chemistry labs and doing all the worksheets that have been handed out; coloring, drawing, writing, and using flashcards to study the nervous system; do all 45 practice questions for the math midterm; and go to the gym with Caleb when he gets back from dropping our boat off in Montana. My online kinesiology class starts on April 1st.

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Caleb has been busy mowing the yard (to keep up with the rain), doing dishes after making me dinner, washing and hanging laundry, sewing more on his quilt, and experimenting with new bread recipes to keep me filled up on carbs so I can concentrate on studying and getting in some steps when I need a break and we take a walk together.

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Our shower started to leak more than usual so we got a guy out here for the day (on the landlord’s dollar) to saw through tiles and wall and replace our two handles with one. It’s a bit of a shit job (metal piece stabbed me and grout all over crooked tiles), but at least there’s less rust to be seen.

Our eleventh anniversary was 18 days ago and Caleb made sure his gifts arrived a day early; mine would arrive two weeks later. He got me an owl necklace (to go with my varied collection of the wise animal) and some earrings. I got him a personalized key chain with an acronym for March.

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The principal at work had a birthday and the 7th graders had a little song, with drums, and dance performance to celebrate as they presented her with a cake. The boss gave me a test to administer to the students and he retested the ones who failed the following week. The class average is D.

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The lady that bought the pizza last time hasn’t spoken to me (I’m glad), but the boss still wanted to do pizza and ice cream so I’m grateful I was able to email out of it due to being sick enough to leave anatomy class 45 minutes early one night. But there is a new intern that has impressed the kids with her knowledge of meditation and yoga so she can fill in for my absence and I will see them all after they get back from their two weeks break.

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sheep’s brain with dura mater on the left

Other than all the homework in my life I still find time to walk the neighbor’s dog, watch a TED talk with Caleb during dinner, and talk to my Dad almost daily. I’ve only woken up late once but still made it to school on time and to my favorite parking spot. Caleb rearranged the living room and I thought it would bother me, but the layout works, so I just pull the curtain halfway as the sun begins to set so it doesn’t blind me.

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All Alone

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I’m all alone without you; without your unconditional love.

I’m all alone without you; not a shadow near to shove.

I’m all alone without you; no more for you to see.

I’m all alone without you; as you float upon the sea.

I dream about you daily; you’re in my thoughts at night.

I wish you were here weekly; you appreciate me meekly.

I miss you more than monthly; as the loneliness succumbs me.

I want you oh so badly, but that’s what I couldn’t see.

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