spent yesterday at the pipeline campsite...where i took the red fox pictures...folks are homesteading a spot there now about 30 yards from the pond...1/4 mile is actually the legal distance required and 14 days is the legal length of time to be spent in one national forest per month...the enforcement is pretty lackadaisical at best...although a couple of female federals did approach me...one to tell me that the gorgeous spot i was camped in was "not legal" and the other just to flex her muscle...i told her she should "shoot to kill" anyone who has a fire...as the forests were burning all over the state and country and world...eventually the national forests were shut down to humans...now the industrious humans on contract have thinned several hundred acres in the coconino and kaibab national forests so that part may remain open even when the conditions get worse...so called monsoon events are possible next week...but now it is hot hot hot...i had to resort to the "kindness of strangers" at the local human services facilities today and the library for time inside...although the temperatures are only 95 to 97 my physical condition cannot take even that relatively warm temp and i could tell when i woke up this morning it was time to "piss on the fire and call in the dogs"...as they say in the country...even though there was only a propane stove and the raven family...anyhow bivouac early is always a good plan...i can withstand cold with good clothing but the heat outside is not avoidable and kills more people than hurricanes and tornadoes and floods combined...so I packed up the camp...put out the three slices of calves liver for the ravens (they were whooping with joy as i was leaving) and drove into town...
went camping in Maine once and was there 13 days and it rained for 11 of those days...but Camden Hills was a place where Edna St. Vincent Millay lived and i was glad to see the place...
"But we have so sense of direction; impetus Is all we have; we do not proceed, we only Roll down the mountains, Like disbalanced boulders crushing before us many Delicate things, whose plan it was to grow." Edna St. Vincent Millay
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