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Redington B-Days

2015-05-18

We are going upstream from our usual haunts at Redington Pass for an overnighter. Our original plan of three full days on the Verde River backpacking has been decimated by the rain and colder weather that has popped up there. This alternative scaled down event will work out just fine. Saturday, we were in town having diner and celebrating DF’s Birthday. Sunday we are off to a camp-out and Monday we will return in the afternoon to celebrate with dinner for my B-day.

We arrive and park the car. Downhill a piece and through a palo verde tree, stands a guy peaking from behind his SUV. He just keeps staring. It is odd, creepy. A cat and mouse voyeur?  I am not dressed having carnuded from town. I labor to wrap my kilt around my body, while he stares at me getting out of my car. It was obvious that I was driving up undressed and am now getting dressed… As I suspected, he then comes out exposed to me. He isn’t dressed either. He has been hiding, waiting for my next move. He has been waiting to find out if DF and I were textiles.

Gotta Love this Place!

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Whetstone Weekend: Part III Oaks in the Forest

2018-04-08

Morning:

A bird alights on a branch just above our heads. It sings a greeting, a morning song to us. It then moves on to more pressing business. The skies are blue and clear, the air wonderful. I climb naked out to stretch and take a bodily inventory of the toll of the past day’s activities. I’m moving well, and breathing in life deeply.

Today, we have another road to travel, one that I also spotted from the satellite. This one travels deeper into the mountain range. There are indications of forests and internet descriptions have backed that up. Wee shall see what wee shall see. Continue reading

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Whetstone Weekend: Part II Mysteries Solved?

2018-04-07

We have been exploring the area Where Wyatt Earp shot Currly Bill back in 1882. We are speculating on the numerous conflicting accounts and where is that spring? Memories can be refreshed here in Part I:

https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/04/29/whetstone-weekend-part-i-pondering-the-shootout/

I am convinced that there are springs north of where that water trough is located. We can experience more of the general area, if we approach it from the hillsides. We can be sure that we have the correct place by the view from high ground and we want to experiment and to know if that is possibly the way a traveler might go back in 1882. It might explain why Earp was able to surprise Curly Bill.

Scrub Oak Blossoms

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Whetstone Weekend: Part I: Pondering the Shootout

2018-04-07

The Earp Vendetta Ride was a search by Deputy U.S. Marshal Wyatt Earp, leading a federal posse, looking for outlaw Cowboys that they believed had ambushed and maimed Virgil Earp and killed Morgan Earp. The Earp brothers had been attacked in retaliation for the deaths of three Cowboys in the famous “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” on October 26, 1881. From March 20 to April 15, 1882, the federal posse searched southeast Cochise County, Arizona Territory for suspects in both Virgil’s and Morgan’s attacks. Several suspects had been freed by the court, owing in some cases to legal technicalities and in others to the strength of alibis provided by Cowboy confederates. Up to this point, Wyatt had relied on the legal system to bring the Cowboys to justice. Now he felt he had to take matters into his own hands.

They managed to capture Florentino “Indian Charlie” Cruz. He confessed to have taken part in Morgan’s murder, and he identified Stilwell, Hank Swilling, Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo as the others who killed Morgan. Cruz ended up dead from gunshots after the confession.

The Earp posse unexpectedly encountered Curly Bill and several other Cowboys cooking a meal on March 24, 1882, at Iron Springs (present day Mescal Springs) located in the Whetstone Mountains. Wyatt returned Curly Bill’s buckshot gunfire with his own shotgun loaded with buckshot. He shot Curly Bill, almost cutting him in half. Curly Bill fell into the water by the edge of the spring and lay dead.

Curly Bill Brocius, was a gunman, rustler and an outlaw Cowboy in the Cochise County area of the Arizona Territory during the early 1880s. In his journal written in October 1881, George Parsons referred to Brocius as “Arizona’s most famous outlaw”.

One hundred and thirty-six years later, we are going to investigate the scene of the shootout…naked.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Traditional Irish Blessing

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Part 2 Building a New Sweat

2016

The sweat is a place of community. People come to it like going to church. It is a temple for some. Respectfully, the conversation can be overridden by a request for silence. It is about prayer and meditation first.

The silence may be overridden by expression of prayer. In this place anything goes. Hindu chants, didgeridoo and drums, old time hymn., Traditional Native American songs with a shaker gourd or water drum maybe accompanying this. A flute may just be played and someone may join in with a pretty female voice. Prayers, confession, sorrows, grief, hopes and oneness may show up, sometimes with tears. Always with the support of the community, words sometimes, sometime just a hug.  People generally join in when music is the focus. At times, it may sound as if the natives are restless in exuberance. It may be quite beautiful and talented.

The body cleanses and so does the soul and heart. Brushes scrape the dead skin and open pores. Compala, cedar and many other cleansing scents may be applied to the rocks. A towel may be violently spun around to circulate the air. A small alter decorates a corner.

We are bare, naked to be ourselves. Homeless hippies sit next to the better off, men and women, we share our bath and our humanity.

When the sweat closed in town, I decided to take a stab at filling the gap in my lovely desert setting in Tortolita. I had a few materials laying around, I had people longing for a place to continue the community, I had helpers and a few hundred bucks. Continue reading

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Redington Pass During Monsoon: Part I

2017-08-06

There have been monsoon floods at Redington Pass the last week. Seventeen people were stranded and had to be airlifted out. A tall wall of water can appear with nothing but the sound like thunder, a roar for a warning. The rains, miles away in the mountains, accumulate as they channel down the mountains. I’ve seen it happen with blue skies overhead.

When it happens, the crevasses either wash out or fill with sand. Huge trees may disappear with all the soil to bedrock in one event. The place changes. One can never know what to expect after rains.

After this, DF and I decided head up to the pass and down into the canyon to see what change there might be. After the floods, after a few days there is a guaranteed flow of water for swimming, or diving and to be fascinated with.

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A Week in the White Mountains: Part 3

2016-07-27

WEDNESDAY:

Early rise, slow start.

Sunrise

Sunrise

Remember, that you can blow up and see greater detail if you just click on the photos.

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A Week in the White Mountains: Part 2

2016-07-26:

Revisiting the World of the Rainbow Family

We take off this morning wearing tops. We can see dark clouds. At camp it is a bit shady and feels chilly.

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Soon, some sunshine pops out and with body movement, we realize that we don’t have need for the clothing. We have plastic rain ponchos packed away just in case. Those would be enough to trap our body heat in and keep out cold rain. It is too inconvenient to turn back and drop the encumbrances off.

As we stand in this wide meadow, which will lead us down to the 1998 Rainbow Gathering site. We fold and place our shirts on a shoulder to cushion our pack and water bottle straps.

Screw the shirt!

Screw the shirt!

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