I woke up this morning and read more of a master’s thesis about Wallace Stegner which reminded me that he was my first western love.
Me? The West.
Today I started reading House of Rain, Tracing A Vanished Civilization Across the American Southwest by Craig Childs. I’ve been debating off and on for the last few months about a trail run in Monument Valley. It’s an ultra race – 50 miles. But in reality, I’ll probably just do the 50K. I hope.
I’ve been reading books about the southwest these days. I lived in Arizona for over three years and now I can’t stop reading about anything west of the Mississippi.
I’ve always been fascinated with the West. Really, the American Northwest. However, I moved to Colorado in 2004 and then in 2012 moved to Tucson not knowing anything about the desert except that I could bike year-round. I learned a lot about the desert when I was there, but now I’m really studying it.
Sometimes it takes distance to learn and understand people and places.
Tonight I am reading about the Colorado Plateau, canyons, mesas, mountains at 13,000 feet, Anasazi, flash floods and geomorphology. Words that sound so western.
I want to be a Western American writer, Western American literature reader, and Western American Literature scholar. The third thing – I know – lofty.
But I’ve always had lofty goals. Sometimes I reach my goals and sometimes I fail miserably. I know what I like and what I need to learn. Tonight I’m just trying to learn why the Anasazi disappeared and to go on an adventure with Mr. Childs. First stop, Chaco Canyon in northwest New Mexico.
Now this is a week I can be happy (and sore) about.
Glad to get the miles and hours in.
I’m getting there. Up to 10 hours this past week. This week trying for 15!
I’m all booked for Panama City Beach. Air, Lodging, Dogs, Tribike transport.