Hard booze is not sold across the bar except in the semiprivate clubs. Nor even standard beer. Bullfrog Creek? I explore part of its length in the twilight and find another charming stream with pools of remarkable beauty crystal-clear water in basins of rock and sand, free of weeds or mud, harboring schools of minnows. I get my boots in front of my body, dig in, and coast to a stop a few feet short of the broken rocks at the bottom of the couloir. In midsummer the sweetest hour begins at sundown, after the awful heat of the afternoon. Perhaps these stone walls served as community bulletin boards, a form of historical record-keeping, a newspaper rock whereon individuals carved and painted their clan or totemic signatures. In places the trail is so narrow that he has to scrape against the inside wall to get through. In recording my impressions of the natural scene I have striven above all for accuracy, since I believe that there is a kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact. Free access to premium services like Tuneln, Mubi and more. Husk and Billy-Joe were cooking their supper over a fire of juniper sticks when they heard the thrashing racket of noise come over the edge of the mesa. As such they fail to take into account what is unique and valuable in the Navajos traditional way of life and ignore altogether the possibility that the Navajo may have as much to teach the white man as the white man has to teach the Navajo. Follow. For the Indians were here too. We started early, about six, after a hot breakfast in the morning twilight. It includes the motel and restaurant owners, the gasoline retailers, the oil corporations, the road-building contractors, the heavy equipment manufacturers, the state and federal engineering agencies and the sovereign, all-powerful automotive industry. Based upon his time working as a park ranger at the Arches National Monument in Utah from 1956-57, Abbey provides a commentary upon experiencing raw nature in that format. Im sitting on my doorstep early one morning, facing the sun as usual, drinking coffee, when I happen to look down and see almost between my bare feet, only a couple of inches to the rear of my heels, the very thing I had in mind. The rising sun discovered the boy still alive, stirring feebly in the sand. Theres a revolver inside the trailer, a huge British Webley.45, loaded, but its out of reach. Arches National Monument is meant to be among other things a sanctuary for wildlife for all forms of wildlife. Balance, thats the secret. Forgotten how to talk?. But the rest, the majority, most of them new to the out-of-doors, will need and welcome assistance, instruction and guidance. All at once Mr. Graham knew that more than anything else in the world he wanted to get out of that truck. The old people have left no record of disaster on the mural walls of the canyons; we can do no more than make educated guesses based on what is known about climatic changes, tribal warfare and Indian village life in the Southwest. Now began for the boy what was for him an unreckoned, uncountable series of days and nights. Both feet in stirrups, I took a few gulps of water and proceeded. In other words the journey is the central thing, the expectation of what is to come; the ocean itself is merely a medium of travel. Nor can I hear anything but the clatter of the generator. Occult music is but a part of the coyotes repertoire: they vary the program with more conventional howls, yelps and barks when it pleases them to do so. Imagine the effort required to inscribe, say, the figure of a dancer, with no tool but a flint chisel and in such a way as to make it last five hundred years. I had a tiny notebook in my hip pocket and a stub of pencil. Far beyond these hundreds of square miles of desiccated tableland rise the sheer walls of further great mesas comparable in size and elevation to the one we stand on; and beyond the mesas are the mountains the Abajos and Elk Ridge forty miles south, the La Sals and Tukuhnikivats forty miles east, the Henrys fifty miles southwest. The knowledge that refuge is available, when and if needed, makes the silent inferno of the desert more easily bearable. According to some astronomers the major stars of this constellation are approaching us at an inconceivable speed. The same is true of urine. You old brute, I murmured, you hideous old gargoyle. Thought-provoking and mystical. We discuss the matter. He understood their fear, their desperation, and wept in sympathy with their helplessness. We pile our baggage under the canvas shelter and unroll our sleeping bags in a hollow among the white dunes, under the open sky. Equally beautiful and not so potent is the blue flax with its pale sky-blue petals veined in violet, and the Sego lily or Mariposa lily, state flower of Utah. Experimentally I push a slab onto the snow and let it go. The limbs spreading out on either side, like outriggers, kept the tree from rolling as it sailed toward its destiny. Flocks of pinyon jays fly off, sparrows dart before us, a redtailed hawk soars overhead. Have failed. The repeated wading of the stream seems doubly tiring now, especially as the boots become watersoaked and layered with quicksand. You may therefore find proof for or against His existence. After reading this text I strongly felt the necessity to communicate . There are many people who say they have, I know, but theyve been luckier than I. In order to survive, more and more of the Navajos, or The People as they used to call themselves, are forced off the reservation and into rural slums along the major highways and into the urban slums of the white mans towns which surround the reservation. Yielding to nostalgia, I play the Sunday-morning songs out of my boyhood: We make our second river camp this evening on another sandy beach near the mouth of a small creek which enters the main canyon from the northwest. Onto the river and through the whirlpools, we glide without mishap into quiet water. All of this is now under change, of course, and in the accelerating process of urbanization the Mormons of Utah are already discovering their interdependence with the rest of the nation and with the world. Plus a discovery bonus of ten thousand dollars. In my book a pioneer is a man who comes to virgin country, traps off all the fur, kills off all the wild meat, cuts down all the trees, grazes off all the grass, plows the roots up and strings ten million miles of wire. In sum, the Mormons built coherent, self-sustaining communities with a vigorous common life in which all could participate, free of any great disparities in wealth, small enough to make each member important. combative? Slowly, tentatively, he started down the bed of the ravine, downhill. A week after rain there was still enough water there to fill my needs; hard to reach, it was well worth the effort. Whats up? Nor is blood, your own or a companions, any adequate substitute for water; blood is too salty. They are secret places deep in the canyons, known only to the deer and the coyotes and the dragonflies and a few others. He will make himself an exile from the earth and then will know at last, if he is still capable of feeling anything, the pain and agony of final loss. I have considered the question and come up with the following solution: 1. In this position he sometimes sticks his head out between shirt buttons for a survey of the weather, astonishing and delighting any tourists who may happen to be with me at the time. I bathe in the cold river, do my laundry, and build a fire for our breakfast: dried pea soup and tea bags. Since I have no tennis shoes I take off the boots and sling them over my shoulder, proceeding barefoot. Like that of the cottonwood, the foliage of the aspen responds to the slightest movement of air even a blow on the trunk with my stick makes the leafy assembly vibrate like bangles. I follow the little stream, keeping close to its course up through the clear green shade of the aspens. Rainer Maria Rilke, I explain, was a German poet who lived off countesses. Once this thing gets going the place warms up fast, in a dense unhealthy way, with a layer of heat under the ceiling where my head is and nothing but frigid air from the knees down. The lying old bastard. Talk about inter-subjectivity we are both taking on the coloration of river and canyon, our skin as mahogany as the water on the shady side, our clothing coated with silt, our bare feet caked with mud and tough as lizard skin, our whiskers bleached as the sand even our eyeballs, what little you can see of them between the lids, have taken on a coral-pink, the color of the dunes. But if he stops, funny things begin to happen. Abbey went on to admire the nature writing and environmentalist contemporaries of that period, particularly Annie Dillard.[5]. At times, almost beneath us, the river stirs with sudden odd uproars as the silty bed below alters in its conformations. They could, What about children? Transparent and intangible as sunlight, yet always and everywhere present, it lures a man on and on, from the red-walled canyons to the smoke-blue ranges beyond, in a futile but fascinating quest for the great, unimaginable treasure which the desert seems to promise. So Husk loaded his pickup with tools, bedrolls and enough food for two weeks, said goodby to his wife and little girls and drove off, taking only the boy along. I think weve about said it all we communicate less in words and more in direct denotation, the glance, the pointing hand, the subtle nuances of pipe smoke, the tilt of a wilted hat brim. Even if this were not the case I have personal convictions to uphold. But he wants others to have the same freedom. 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I went native and dreamed away days on the shore of the pool under the waterfall, wandered naked as Adam under the cottonwoods, inspecting my cactus gardens. Billy-Joe waded through the mud, went down on his belly, cleared the slime from the surface of the water and drank. Divert attention from deep conflicts within the society by engaging in foreign wars; make support of these wars a test of loyalty, thereby exposing and isolating potential opposition to the new order. Not imitation but evocation has been the goal. I think, quibbling with Balzac; in New-combs terms, who the hell is. Late that evening, after sundown, Ralph and I beach our boats and make camp on a sandy spit near the outlet of a deep, narrow, labyrinthine side canyon, its name, if it has a name, unknown to us. The golden eagle does not come into sight often but stays longer than the hawk, floating toward the horizon in overlapping circles until out of sight. Mechanize agriculture to the highest degree of refinement, thus forcing most of the scattered farm and ranching population into the cities. A single cloud floats in the sky to the northeast, motionless, a magical coalescence of vapor where a few minutes before there was nothing visible but the hot, deep, black-grained blueness of infinity. When a new national park, national monument, national seashore, or whatever it may be called is set up, the various forces of Industrial Tourism, on all levels, immediately expect action meaning specifically a road-building program. There are mountain men, there are men of the sea, and there are desert rats. Nothing but the immense talus slopes of loose, jumbled, broken slabs, a few islands of tundra, and up the middle a long couloir partly filled with snow. They seem to include the work of different cultures and a great extent of time: on a wall of rock near Turnbow Cabin is pictured a man on horseback, which must have been made after the arrival of the Spanish in North America; on another rock wall a few miles southwest of Moab is the petroglyph of what appears to be a mastodon a beast supposedly extinct more than twenty thousand years ago. I squatted under the belly of the horse and ate my lunch. But am not. When I reach one of the islandlike areas of solid rock in the midst of the scree I lie down for a while to catch my breath and examine at close range, six inches, the buttercups, the Sticky Polemonium, the moss campion (lovely name) and the miniature alpine violets with their flowers no bigger than the head of a thumbtack. Subsequently swamped by the new American mode, by industrialism, commercialism, urbanism, rugged and ragged individualism, the old Mormon communities are now disappearing. What else about him? Sand sage or old man sage, a lustrous windblown blend of silver and blue and aquamarine, gleams in the distance, the feathery stems flowing like hair. Lets get on, boys, he said. And everything was strange. He waited. Unless a man is extremely talented, he cannot work himself in more than waist-deep. I look up to the peak. Teachers and parents! Slowly Mackie turned his head and looked where I pointed. Onyx and sardonyx. It is not going to snow after all. Mackie threw away the butt of his cigarette; I tanked up on more water. But first things first. I had a small fire going near the table not for heat or light but for the fragrance of the juniper and the ritual appeal of the clear flames. I needed a drink myself but the water here would make a man sick. Cold as a tomb, a jail, a cave; I lie down on the dusty floor, on the cold linoleum sprinkled with mouse turds, and light the pilot on the butane heater. Well, I couldnt tell you. I climb down and up the other side and help myself to one of the tins someone has left there, collecting water under the dripping moss. When these aspects are removed the Bridge will be no more than an isolated geological oddity, an extension of that museumlike diorama to which industrial tourism tends to reduce the natural world. Off in the east an isolated storm is boiling over the desert, a mass of lavender clouds bombarding the earth with lightning and trailing curtains of rain. To Abbey, the desert represents both the end to one life and the beginning of another: The finest quality of this stone, these plants and animals, this desert landscape is the indifference manifest to our presence, our absence, our staying or our going. Well, Im a scientist not a sportsman and weve got an important experiment under way here, for which the rabbit has been volunteered. Weve brought the rope with us, of course, and therefore will have to find a different route up to the rim, if there is one. Dont actually care for ants. The freedom, for example, to commit murder and get away with it scot-free, with no other burden than the jaunty halo of conscience. Our little boats bounce over choppy waves toward the whitecaps that now are visible, churning to foam around glistening wet boulders strewn across our course, boulders which seem to rise and fall as we race toward them on the bounding current. PARK YOUR CAR, JEEP, TRUCK, TANK, MOTORBIKE, MOTORBOAT, JETBOAT, AIRBOAT, SUBMARINE, AIRPLANE, JETPLANE, HELICOPTER, HOVERCRAFT, WINGED MOTORCYCLE, SNOWMOBILE, ROCKETSHIP, OR ANY OTHER CONCEIVABLE TYPE OF MOTORIZED VEHICLE IN THE WORLDS BIGGEST PARKINGLOT BEHIND THE COMFORT STATION IMMEDIATELY TO YOUR REAR. I do this only for fun, I explained. My second sensation is the feeling of guilt. It is possible from here to gaze down on the backs of soaring birds. None of these proposals are entirely devoid of merit and at least one of them birth control is obviously essential though not in itself sufficient if poverty is to be alleviated among the Navajo Indians. His hunger made him sick with misery, worse than the pain of his arm and shoulder to which he was now accustomed, or the fiery discomfort of his sunburned back. boots, socks, a pair of old and ragged blue jeans, a flimsy T-shirt, an ancient and rotten sombrero of straw. The fire is dying, the sparks scattering over the sand and stone there is nothing to do but go. The clouds have disappeared, the sun is still beyond the rim. And who wants to be a saint? When he is finished I take it, blow out the sand, and also drink. But we knew thee not, old man. A few still rumble in and ramble around in their sand-pitted dust-choked iron dinosaurs but the great majority, answering a mystical summons, have returned to the smoky jungles and swamps of what we call, in wistful hope, American civilization. The water is lapping at the sand less than a foot from my sleeping bag. Cutting the bloody cord, thats what we feel, the delirious exhilaration of independence, a rebirth backward in time and into primeval liberty, into freedom in the most simple, literal, primitive meaning of the word, the only meaning that really counts. The old moon, like a worn and ancient coin, is still hanging in the west when I awake. On guard, head aloft that evil slit-eyed weaving head shaped like the ace of spades tail whirring, the rattler slithers sideways, retreating slowly before me until he reaches the shelter of a sandstone slab. [6] Cliffrose and Bayonets and Serpents of Paradise focus on Abbey's descriptions of the fauna and flora of the Arches area, respectively, and his observations of the already deteriorating balance of biodiversity in the desert due to the pressures of human settlement in the region. I drive swiftly on thinking the unthinkable, past Arches headquarters where I glimpse the superintendent mowing his front lawn, and across the bridge over the Colorado River, rich and red as beet soup with a load of Moenkopi mud flushed by yesterdays deluge out of Onion Creek Canyon. An armada assembles and advances, floating on a plane of air that makes it appear, from below, as a fleet of ships must look to the fish in the sea. Well he had to sell out a couple years after you left. As is the case with many cliff dwellings, the erosion of eight centuries has removed whole blocks of rock which formerly must have supported ladders and handholds, making the ghost village now inaccessible. First published in 1968, Desert Solitaire is one of Edward Abbey's most critically acclaimed works and marks his first foray into the world of nonfiction writing. The cow didnt want to get up; she preferred the shade. Getting dark: I switch on the lights and keep moving. Before beginning the morning chores I like to sit on the sill of my doorway, bare feet planted on the bare ground and a mug of hot coffee in hand, facing the sunrise. I put on a coat and step outside. The next morning, after watching his first, breathtaking sunrise, Abbey wonders whether appearances equal reality. The herd is for ungulates, not for men and women and their children. Around noon the heat waves begin flowing upward from the expanses of sand and bare rock. It was the longest tongue I had ever seen outside of a butchers shop. Not easy: one whiff of juniper smoke, a few careless words, one reckless and foolish poem , In answer to the original question, then, I find myself in the end returning to the beginning, and can only say, as I said in the first place: There is. And there is, I suspect, another feeling alive in each of us as we lug these rotting guts across the desert: satisfaction. He plunged through brush, through a trees branches and over the edge of a ravine. No matter, its of slight importance. See the help page for more details. I stood on the top of the pile and stretched upward, straining my arms to their utmost limit and groped with fingers and fingernails for a hold on something firm. But always comes back. (Bricks to all greenhouses! Mr. Graham however insisted that Husk think it over and have a look at the claims before they discussed pecuniary details; he wanted Husk to be quite certain beforehand that he was getting his moneys worth. A few more steps and I reach the snowfield, which extends for a thousand feet, bell-curved, up through the couloir toward the summit. But it wasnt necessary. If we get caught down in here by the storm it may be a number of days before we can get out. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. There was nothing. Now he was hungry. Edward Abbey lived for three seasons in the desert at Moab, Utah, and what he discovered about the land before him, the world around him, and the heart that beat within, is a fascinating, sometimes raucous, always personal account of a place that has already disappeared, but is worth remembering and living through again and again. Both Abbey and this book are all of these and more. For five minutes the deluge continues under the barrage of thunder and lightning, then trails off quickly, diminishing to a shower, to a sprinkling, to nothing at all. That was fifteen years ago. That must be where Trachyte Creek comes in, I explain; if we had life jackets with us it might be a good idea to put them on now.. as the owl is to eat. Stars which are unusually bold and close, with an icy glitter in their light glints of blue, emerald, gold. Once people are liberated from the confines of automobiles there will be a greatly increased interest in hiking, exploring, and back-country packtrips. It didnt stop. The best of jazz for all its virtues cannot escape the limitations of its origin: it is. I put on boots and shirt, stuffed some cheese and raisins in my pocket, and went for a walk. When he was gone the Husk family discussed their new friend and all agreed that he seemed like a very fine person, again except for the boy who thought he smiled too much.. Keep bearing north and east. The floor of the boat is nothing but a single layer of rubberized canvas and sags like jelly beneath my weight. Praise for Desert Solitaire "An American masterpiece. In the blend of sunset and twilight they saw the flickering lights before they saw the machine itself coming like a bright metallic dragonfly out of the east and circling once, twice above them before landing. It will not be easy for the Navajos to forget that once upon a time, only a generation ago, they were horsemen, nomads, keepers of flocks, painters in sand, weavers of wool, artists in silver, dancers, singers of the Yei-bei-chei. We see a few baldface cows, pass a corral and windmill, meet a rancher coming out in his pickup truck. Something vital is lacking. Lagging behind, I stopped to admire a tiny spring bubbling out of the sand above the ledges, well off to one side of the trail. The sun went down and the light mellowed over the sand and distance and hoodoo rocks pinnacled dim in the intense inane. A few stars appeared, scattered liberally through space. Smoking peacefully, we watch the golden light of afternoon climb the eastern wall as the sun goes down beyond the rim to the west. But why? Below these monuments and beyond them the innumerable canyons extend into the base of Elaterite Mesa (which underlies Elaterite Butte) and into the south and southeast for as far as we can see. Belly-deep in the soup, willing to give up, she neither struggled nor bellowed. If I can take it you can. He lowered his hand, opened his eyes. Fear: is that the key to their lives? My friend Ralph Newcomb studies Sri Aurobindo and Bill Eastlake has sunk to writing novels. etc. (One leap and he was in the saddle; five beers and he was on the floor.) and the angels and cherubim and seraphim rotate in endless idiotic circles, like clockwork, about an equally inane and ludicrous however roseate Unmoved Mover. The fierce wind fans the fire and chases sparks, coals, and shreds of juniper bark over the edge of the cliff, ten feet away. That is no office for a friend. The nature of their work requires a combination of skills and knowledge, good health and self-reliance, which tends to inspire self-confidence; they need not doubt their manhood. I have stood in the middle of a broad sandy wash with not a trickle of moisture to be seen anywhere, sunlight pouring down on me and on the flies and ants and lizards, the sky above perfectly clear, listening to a queer vibration in the air and in the ground under my feet like a freight train coming down the grade, very fast and looked up to see a wall of water tumble around a bend and surge toward me. He knew that his father was unhappy even angry with Mr. Graham and the tone of the argument did not soften when Mr. Graham unzipped the left-hand pocket of his jacket and produced a half-pint of whisky which he passed to Billy-Joes father. Merely opinion, of course. But after a number of years I returned anyway, traveling full circle, and stayed for a third season. Probably because at this altitude the summer is so brief much too beautiful to last and the winter long. And risky. What did I do? All of the persons and places mentioned in this book are or were real. The red rag flutters brightly over the bells poetry and revolution before breakfast. Filling the canteens, I cache them nearby, undress and wade into the water. Waterman follows with the vehicle in first gear, low range and four-wheel drive, creeping and lurching downward from rock to rock, in and out of the gutters, at a speed too slow to register on the speedometer. Obviously the only sensible thing to do was to turn back. Forward. Above the talus I find the dugway, broad and shallow steps chipped out of the canyon wall by the first and only road-builders here, and the remains of fill and foundation slabs and blocks of sandstone laid in place, one by one, over eighty years before. Whose founding father Joseph Smith claimed to have carried about under his arms solid gold tablets which, if they were the size he said they were (no one else ever saw them), would have weighed about half a ton? Should I give the rabbit a sporting chance, that is, jump it again, try to hit it on the run? Then another modest signboard: The wash looked perfectly dry in my headlights. Drinking water is available half a mile upstream at a tributary spring. While his former comrade struggled on mile after mile and day after day through the willow thickets and over the talus debris on the rivers shore. We can breathe. Or only teamwork again good sportsmanship? None show. These are natural arches, holes in the rock, windows in stone, no two alike, as varied in form as in dimension. 5500, during the great uranium boom), seems like a dazzling metropolis, a throbbing dynamo of commerce and pleasure. 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Rural insurrections can then be suppressed only by bombing and burning villages and countryside so thoroughly that the mass of the population is forced to take refuge in the cities, where the people are then policed and if necessary starved into submission. I come after a time to a lovely pool in a basin of sand, fed by a trickle of water flowing down the canyons rocky floor. When its time to leave the desert, Abbey both dreads his return to Manhattan and becomes eager to see people againto see cab drivers and train conductors, anyone at all. His stinginessaside from depriving his embittered assistant Viviano Jacquez of adequate paymentprompts Abbey to lament how commercial industry, overpopulation, and rampant tourism have imperiled honest ways of life in the American West. Not juniper trees in general but that one particular juniper tree which grows from a ledge of naked sandstone near the old entrance to Arches National Monument. Breakfast, I tell him; lets eat! 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