"...she's a killer diller when she's dressed to the the hilt..."

Zok and I have added about 3,000 driving miles to the 7,000 or so air miles in our weeks away from Australia.

We have gone between extremes in both climate, temperatures and elevations.

For me, having a pit stop in California always feels the best place to orientate myself before the next journey because I have some notion that as I was born here, the air, water, and climate suits me.  This is an especially silly notion due to the fact that Northern and Southern California have much different weather.

 Today I am South so the bird noise is constant, only dimmed by the traffic when cars pass and the sun is hot and bright.

I have learned that experiences had in such a quick succession can be hard to hold on too.  That is one of the reasons I have always kept a journal, or notes jotted on scraps of paper- and now this blog.  I am always orientated to the 'now'. I need fragments to help me remember when I am in constant motion.

  Yesterday we were with friends in Bisbee Arizona, surrounded by dessert and inundated by metals.  There is a metallic tinge to everything there in that mining town, the water, the air, the surrounding hills. Water there is transitory brought in by monsoons, or hidden under ground for lean times.  Today we will be at ocean-side.  The ocean of the now, as opposed to the desert - which surely was an ocean bed of another time.

Bisbee also has one of my favorite Art Deco buildings, the Cochise County Courts building, built in the 1930s, and keeping in theme with the industrial, deco fountains that I went to in Los Angeles/Pasadena.

This building is on the west side of historic old Bisbee.

 

"...your name is being called by sacred things..."

I knew I wanted to come back to Bisbee Arizona, and not just because some of my favorite people live there.

Bisbee 

I am having all the moments I wanted too with all my extra hours in Bisbee this time.  Luckily Zok likes it as much as I do, the second hand shopping is a huge, fruitful treasure hunt.

Tombstone AZ. is also nearby, and well, cowboys are cool.

We hiked up to this Shrine, and it was great.

"...do you remember the good ol'days before the ghost town..."

I am sure people with a better grasp of syntax and a more organized mind have written much about places like Bisbee, AZ.
This site has easy to digest information if you want to take a look.
http://www.ghosttowngallery.com/

I have a (add in all and any superlative adjective here as they will all fit) friend in Bisbee, which luckily for me is geographically between other friends.

I arrived later than I meant (don't I always?), and stayed an extra day.
I met a lot of nice people, seemingly people who end up in Bisbee love to chat with anyone who happens to be coming through.

I also have two tiny people from my life that live in Bisbee but they are no longer tiny, and the larger is just a downright, forthright and interesting human. They are both great and they add many an extra superlative complimentary word to the list I would use to describe my friend Moriah.

What I learned:
Buzzards really do group together and circle ominously in the sky.
All the deep concrete trenches that make for cute, high walkways to the then steep stairs to access Bisbee housing, has nothing to do with the mining, and all to do with the 'monsoons'.
The monsoon rains are frequently commented on and referred too.
Viewing the huge open (no longer working) lavender pit mine made me think 'men' are crazy with their aspirations.
When the mine shut in 1975- the hippies moved in.
Bisbee residents have a good sense of humor and laugh a lot.
I miss my friends.
Sometimes children grow into good humans.
I should have bought those cowboy boots in that second hand shop on Main St.