Spring in New Mexico
Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 21-03-2012
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Spring is here. Well, the calender says that spring is here. The temperatures do not. But, we have the wind to prove spring is here. Blowing dust. The hardest thing for a newcomer to get used to. Some folks can’t take it and move from New Mexico during this time of the year. We will have several bad days of blowing dust, cold wind and everything that is not securely affixed to the ground being blown away. Not a good time for one to visit New Mexico. But, it only last for a little while, thank goodness, and then it becomes a great place to live. Very little rain, very little humidity, very few insects and bugs, cool evenings and mornings and great people. If you are visiting this week, please hold on to everything you got…..its gonna get better, believe me, it gets better….Pete
Think of it as “blowing enchantment”, and it sounds a lot better. I remember those windy springs when I was biking out the Louisiana extension from Kirtland to the Goat Farm (towards Monsanto base) when the wind would be blowing so hard that it felt like biking up a very long mountain. It was an “enchanted” period in my life dodging the tumbleweed blowing across the road and scaring up an occasional jack rabbit, imagining that I was Zane Grey writing another “enchanted” novel. But I never saw one UFO. I never did any “time travel”, except to progress through another day through my AF pilgrimage that led me back to a normal, unenchanted life again. I guess I was too much of a scientist. I tried to explain everything I saw, and I saw plenty of “mysterious” light effects caused mainly from the Albuquerque city lights reflecting off the mountains. One can see pently of these effects when biking alone in the early dawn or late dusk on the high plains near mountains and city lights.
It was good, though, to finally complete the 10-mile bike ride at the Goat Farm, make a fresh, hot pot of coffee, and awaken my instrument from its sleep to begin analyzing another round of the blood of irradiated sheep, many of which would expire before the day was over. What a waste of good mutton I told myself; but, then, I convinced myself that if the sacrifice of our sheep saved the life of one trooper fighting in some “war to end all wars” somewhere in the world, it was worth every sheep that had to be sacrificed. This is still the basis of my argument every time I get into an argument with the people at PETA who are still fighting the use of animals in scientific research. It was an enchanted period in my life, but I am just glad that it was on the high plains of Sandia and not in some “God Forsaken” place like Da Nang, Siagon, or some other places in southeast Asia.
Thanks for the comment. I not seen the UFO either but I talked to the people who claims to have seen them. Ordinary folks living ordinary lives interrupted by some strange event. We have so much sky, big sky, that it is easy to see far, far away…..
And especially at night when “points of light” come from so far, far away and bounce around freely from their source to mountain to the eye and back again and tracking them are so difficult. It is easily to see how UFO stories can have their beginnings, their resilience, and their attraction.