Even people who are rather dim bulbs have probably noticed that I have been off my writing game for quite a few days now. Until this post, I haven’t drawn attention to it, but I have been sleeping about half-time lately, in 3- or 4-hour alternating periods of sleep and wakefulness.
Last night I complained about my low productivity to Lone Heron, but under her questioning, realized that I would not be sleeping so much if I did not need it… and anyway, what is the worst that can happen as a result? I am retired.
Today, instead of putting my nose to the grindstone, I spent the morning and early afternoon at Agua Fria, an area about 15 miles from Estrella Vista which is a place of extraordinary but severe beauty: it is arid, sparsely vegetated with Mexican buckeye, walnut, persimmon, desert willow, scrub brush, juniper, oak, chaparral, cacti, and grasses, and includes diverse topographic features that result chiefly from erosion and igneous intrusions and faulting.
One of the central features of Agua Fria is Terlingua Creek, a tributary of the Rio Grande which runs southeast for eighty-three miles to its mouth just east of Santa Elena Canyon. The stream is intermittent for the first fifty miles, so most of what we saw this morning was dry creek bed. Dry, except for a water hole famous in these parts for its year-round reputation as a place to sunbathe, swim, and cool off, even when daytime temperatures top the hundred-degree mark.
This was my first visit to the water hole, even though this is the place where several years ago Paul and Derek King saved an elderly couple from drowning. I was glad to finally see it.
My friend Ronnie drove me out there in his truck, and his mother provided a cooler with a simple lunch in it which was shared near a dramatic rock face of reds, whites, and greys.
I don’t know if it was the quality of the food, the scenery, the company, or simply being out-and-about, but I have not enjoyed a lunch so much for a long time. It was a rejuvenating experience, even though I had no trouble napping when Ronnie dropped me off at Estrella Vista around 1:30 pm.
Groove of the Day