Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve been swamped and it is so easy to forget how to blog (the new way). Tomorrow, Sierran and I leave for Arizona. I’ve had to cut snippets here and there, abbreviate, take short cuts, do whatever will get me back to Maryland by May 15th. Why, you might ask. Because I am a terrible procrastinator; I sleep too late into the morning, I take long walks, I read, I chat on the phone too much, I watch the Warriors, etc, etc. I would like to say it is a shameless behavior, but that makes it sound almost noble, like there is a choice involved. The truth is, I have been too whipped to even be active. But now the next trip is upon me and I’ve given a time that I would be back East AND worse yet, I went and forgot that I had given a date. So now I am apologizing to everyone and trying to step it into high gear.
But by procrastinating, Sierran’s procrastinating has intersected with my own. And, at the last moment, opportunity presented itself, and I bought a used, though very nice, Ford pick up F-150 for a more-than-fair, price. All the planets lined up splendidly for the perfect procrastination. In the meantime, I’ve fallen behind.
It’s the same thing now: Sierran has shown up at the house, we’ve gone to get beer, changed locations and went to get something to eat, then went for a fairly long walk into the night down Christmas Tree Lane. I did the walk earlier this morning to keep things moving and decided to do it again tonight so I could say I’ve done 28 days in a row (tonight representing tomorrow’s walk). In any case, tonight’s walk takes me up to 7 miles of walking today.
I wanted to talk about the armed guard that went with the blog earlier tonight, but I’ve run out of time. He went with our hike to find the Gelata Baboons in Ethiopia. At first he made me a little uncomfortable, for lack of humor—he seemed to take his business seriously, but it turned out, he was a kind soul. I wasn’t sure why we needed him, but he was required company and he went through every nook and cranny that I went through looking for Gelatas on the edge of the Great Rift. This wasn’t a great view of the depth as the cliffs ran as high as maybe 3,000 feet, but it gave kind of an idea of the drop off. It was pretty vacant and wild country. At night, the Gelata Baboons climbed their way over the ledge and found security going where their predators would not go. I am still playing with all the photos I tried to take, so hopefully will start posting more photos as I figure things out. Be patient with me.