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[meccahi]

I'm finally home.

Left Eminence, Kentucky on Monday afternoon, and pulled into Mesa at around 1am this morning. Not bad for having stopped for 5 hours to nap.. and for having made a side trip to explore a ghost town along the way. I have stories!

I really wish I knew what was wrong with me.

I should be doing the happy monkey dance that we had a good show, and that I arrived home safe, and that there is at least a tidy sum in my bank account. But all I'm feeling at the moment is lost, a bit ignored, and a heaping helping of melancholy. I don't get it either.

I at least managed to get a few good shots of the ghost town. Which was, by the way, fucking creepy. Not because of the expanse of abandoned buildings and remnants of a life long gone... but because of at least two of the remaining people who live near the town following me as I explored.   Not overtly mind you..   one was in his pickup truck, just slowly circling. Another on an ATV stopped to investigate my car like a wild animal.. slowing down and peering in.  Neither of them actually walked up to, you know, TALK to me.   All in all? Creepy.  And being a little white girl in the middle of nowhere New Mexico, with no large sharp weapons on me, I felt it prudent to leave.   

Abandoned (Cuervo, New Mexico)




What does it matter?




This shot I took after heading the wrong way away from the ghost town ( Guy in the ATV and Guy in the Pickup were conveniently blocking the other route) .. and so I decided to head to the freeway via an opposite exit. I'm glad I did. Found an abandoned gas station that seemed to be where classic trucks go to die. 

Relics


This was also where I met an extremely grumpy bull.  Not behind a fence.   I left before he got any ideas about my BRIGHT red car.  

Adventure! Excitement! Cattle!

I need to go shake this mood I'm in.

Comments

[revsphynx.livejournal.com]

We miss you here already!

[captain-snarky.livejournal.com]

Honey, you really gotta start carrying a weapon if you're gonna wander around in the spooky deserted parts of the world.
Men with too much solitude on their hands...well, lets just say that nature often takes its course with them, and baser instincts prevail over social mores.

[damnitnicole]

Why no pics of the bull? lol

And yeah, start packin'.

[rhythmsister.livejournal.com]

Creepy guys suck :( Your pix do not :) These are really nicely done. The colors in the 'abandoned' shot are very rich..the detail capture is amazing.

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

I really do. I have a collection of knives, so it's not as if I don't own any weaponry. At the very least I need to start carrying mace or pepper spray.

My biggest concern has been if I get pulled over, what will, and what will not get me in trouble.

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I was especially excited by the lighting in the first photo and was hoping it would come out the way I had it pictured in my brain. And it did. This rarely happens.

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

awwwwww..thank you!

[meccahi.livejournal.com]

hee hee...I actually do have photos of the cattle.. but they were taken through my windshield so weren't really up to my standards as far as postable photos.

[captain-snarky.livejournal.com]

Pepper spray will not get you in trouble. Neither will a small single edged folding knife. Under three and three quarters inches.
Three and three quarters is, I believe, the limit according to federal law. Interestingly, because it's just over that length to reach the heart. However, the carotid, liver and kidneys are much closer to the surface and don't require penetrating a bone cage to get to. So a short knife will do just fine for those.
If nothing else, sometimes a small sting will deter a predator.