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Maia wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 11:19 amI think this is one of the most important things about visiting somewhere, namely, talking to the people who actually live there, to get a proper feel for the place. If you don't do that then you might as well be anywhere.

Maia wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 11:19 am

Walker wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:18 pm

Maia wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 11:19 am

Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas, at the edge of the city at the base of the Escarpment. There the wind fills dry water routes with fine sand scoured from the soft red stones that glow in the sun so clearly that one cannot gauge their distance away, a distance between here and there that used to be Mojave desert but now is filled with rows of homes and a highway encircling the city. On cloudy days sometimes the sky directly above the cropping of red rocks is clear, like an invisible wall is keeping away the clouds. The scoured sand on the desert below the vortex is hourglass fine and on a sun-hot morning, in the shadows that survive the night, the sand feels so cool against skin, sand untouched by humans, but that was back before the big population explosion and now there are likely signs and rules and admission prices to keep it all in order and under control, which would be a shame because it was a quiet and empty place when the wind took a pause, where wild horses and burros would roam. The fragrances are distinctive, concentrated bursts from desert plants dried in the heat, lots of spiky plants looking for a ride to somewhere else if you brush against them.

promethean75 wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 5:48 pm This rock formation in San Jose. The neighborhood to the south and the golf course to the left didn't exist in 1990.

Me and a couple friends unofficially ran away from home and attempted to live at this rock formation. That spot with the X was where we made camp. Duddint look big in the image but those rocks were yuge.

One morning i awoke and when i sat up, i see my friend running after a small herd of deer with a spear about fifty yards south of that spot. It was like something out of lord of the flies. He's got his shirt tied around his head and the deer are running in a big circle instead of making a b-line outta there. It was like they were fuckin with em. He was fat too. Omg it was so funny. Round and round he goes. I lit up a camel light and just sat there on my sleeping bag watching this beautiful thing.

Well we ended up abandoning the camp and going home becuz somebody stole all our shit when we were at the mall arcade. Got my brand new moccasin boots, boom box and all my led zeppelin and pink floyd CDs too.

One day i will go back to that place and reflect on my life. And if it's trespassing now, i don't give a damn. Those rocks belong to me.


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promethean75 wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 6:52 pm A cluster of large boulders and rocks with little caves and crevices spread about. Situated in the golden hills of San Jose. No woods or forest anywhere... just trees and clumps of bushes here and there. Picture in your head what you imagine when you think of Stonehenge to get a general idea of the rocks.

promethean75 wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 7:10 pm Until you get eaten up by poison sumac and ivy. Forgot to mention that part.

promethean75 wrote: ↑Thu Sep 19, 2024 7:28 pm Oh no. San Jose - at least back then before unmitigated capitalist industry turned the earth into an oven - had an average temperature of 70 degrees fahrenheit with little to no humidity, year 'round. And I think it rained twice in the eight months i was there.