Walk the Line: Roadtrip September 2016

Location: Bishop, CA

10:45pm

Arizona and I went for a long walk. 395 was littered with a flow of semi’s making deliveries. The small shops had closed and folks were hustling to the bars. Rusty’s bar was open and swinging with the hymns of Johnny Cash’s “Walk the Line.”

The mother, Leloo, of the rainbow haired child who checked us into Mountain View said she would generally go on a break there to throw back a few. She smiled with a laugh as she messed with her long dark hair showing a small tattoo of a heart behind her ear, fading since the years she first got it. Leloo was an interesting person and a great mom to her children. One who taught them at home and was determined to show them all the beautiful aspects of the the natural world. If I were to have children I would do the same.

As we passed by the bar  the music filled the streets with fresh cigarettes and consumed beer. The night life in high desert valley had begun. The clock was well passed five and those grinding away in this little oasis were bringing their hopes and dreams alive with the strong sense of happy hour. Arizona and I laughed hearing the hoots and hollers from the native wildlife.

Of all the shops that had closed for the evening, only bars and some restraunts open, we saw a hiking and outdoor store open. As we waundered in we were greeted by a vast amount of outdoor recreation gear. Books on the area bleeding into Death Valley lined the wall. Tent displays were set up inviting the consumer to take a peek and dream of the regions they wished to explore. We met a fellow named Thai who was from Oregon originally.

“I used to frequent Bishop. Coming out here to camp, hike and climb and then finally, one day, I  made the plunge to live here.” Thai said as he smiled, the memory of his epic desicion swaying through his eyes, “This place was growing on me with each visit. I am close to Death Valley and can have a happy life here.”

I understood the urge greatly. To follow what my soul desires and cast off everything to follow the desert as it calls to me. However, as much as I would love to make it my home here I know at this point in my life it is not the right time. When the time is right, things will find a way of letting me know.

“As sure as night is dark and day is light,
I keep you on my mind both day and night,
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right,
Because you’re mine, I walk the line….” (Johnny Cash ‘Walk The Line’ 1956)


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