Later when I post the map of my trek through Colorado, you'll see the first town I pass through is Lamar, located in the southeastern part of the state. This morning on NPR I listened to a segment about Lamar still digging itself out of more than thirty inches of recent snow. According to the owner of a grocery store, the town was without bread because all the roads looked the same, white, making it impossible for truck drivers to follow directions. Ranchers were worried about cows they hadn't seen in days, and helicopters were dropping bales of hay to save thousands of head. Thousands of homes and businesses, throughout southeastern Colorado, are waiting to have their power restored. You can read all about this in the Summit Daily News.
Almost three feet of snow is a lot of snow to melt by late May, at which time I expect to start the Colorado let of my trek from the Arch to Tor House. And it's just the beginning of winter! Hopefully, spring in Colorado is mild and and the snow melts and the rivers and creeks are full. And the open pastures are dry enough to pitch a tent.
"After Long Gone" at One Sentence Poems
The first of three one-sentence ghost bike poems appearing this week at One Sentence Poems. After Long Gone
2 comments:
Hi Richard,
I'm a former student of Stan Rice (SF State) and Finkel (Wash. U. St. Louis). Stumbled on your blog during an image search on Tor House. The trek to Tor House should get media coverage! Why not use it to make a statement about our country? Too topical? Too...American? Thinking about your bike giveaway. Why not auction it off--if you get publicity--and donate the proceeds to a charity? Time, energy, inclination. Yeah, I know. Wonder if Kerouac/Kesey would have walked/ridden a bit with you. Hope to read a new blog from you and hope to see you at my site, too. http://www.jerryrmartin.com
Hi Richard...again,
There was more to me that connected with you than I left in that first comment. Here's the expatiating rest:
University City, Hanley Junior High, the friends around Cates and Eastgate,
young love with Nancy Bisno, Briner’s bakery in the Loop, my first makeout session with Marilyn Becker and Judy Rothman.
Earl Gates’ father contracting on the Arch as it was being built. Working for Geometrics, president is Sheldon Briner…yep, the son of the owners of Briner’s bakery in the Loop) on a wireline product catalog in Delta, Colorado. Drafted in St. Louis after graduating from Wash. U. and jetted to San Diego boot camp and locked up for conscientious objection. Falling in love and meeting my parents in Carmel with my new bride. Passion for Henry Miller’s “Big Sur and the Oranges…” trying to find him on Partington Ridge.
Grad school at SF State, studying poetry and creative writing with Stan Rice, hearing Robert Bly. Writing. Recording CCR in San Francisco. First songs. Opening for the Youngbloods at The Avalon. Meeting Gerry Garcia with my buddy Michael Bloomfield.
High tech editing for Satellite Test Center. Guitar Player Magazine editor, head of books and records division. Flying lessons.
High tech in Silicon Valley, geophysical instrumentation. Son born, becomes famous mountaineer, Aaron Martin, bungee jumper, extreme skier for Warren Miller, mountain climber in Alaska, mountain biker, events promoter in Tahoe. Attends U of Colorado, bikes and videotapes the trip from Boulder to San Luis Obispo.
Designed and had home built in Los Gatos mountains. Daughter born. Hanging out up there with the rich from Silicon Valley. She becomes dancer and model, travels the world, lives in Madagascar and Paris.
Now Oregon. Getting resolved by age, expect less, vow to just enjoy.
Jerry R. Martin
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