Life is
such a struggle at times. We love and
lose; we work and die; we sweat and stress for money. The men of the CCC worked for food, shelter,
and medical attention. Most of the 30 dollars a month they made was sent home to their families. The CCC
blossomed as the first recruits fell in love with the work. Most arrived to their work camp malnourished
with ragged clothes hanging to their gawky bodies. Going to the wilderness gives hope. We are here for a bit of that hope too. The sound of metal against rock rings inside
us. There is something about these
places where water flows over rock. This
place is the remnants of an ancient caldera, part of the geologic history of
creation, the tumultuous explosion and formation of this place we now call
America. After millions of years, the
descendants of the Mogollon migrated into the Gila. Nobody knows exactly where they came
from. Like the Ancient Pueblo to the
north, they left little record in the rock.
Large tribes of people survived and left. They didn’t disappear; they changed and
adapted.
We are
both water people and if it wasn’t so cold, might even dive into a deep pool
for a swim. Winter is still on us. Water wears down rock. It only takes time. Some say, time can heal everything. I think it changes everything.
Great post Nate. Your writing is always a refreshing break from all else that is computer-based Thanks for sharing your experience.
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