Hi Chris,
I was down at the annual meeting of the Desert Protective Council last Sunday, in beautiful Anza-Borrego, and it was so fine, and I thought of you. I am pleased you have made your decision to take a hike away from the blog, because I realized too, sitting around the table with some old desert activist rats that the machine is just a machine, and what’s important is really old sand, and fresh scent of bighorn, and a cactus spine or two.
What I will miss most about your blog is that once in a while you got to me at such a deep level--such as your posts about your long departed lover J., and other more meditative, less-newsworthy posts. I don’t need for you to post news events or get in hassles with others who post news events, but I will be looking for your spirit on the pages of books, of magazines, in the EI Journal, wherever. Those writings of yours are best enjoyed, I think, under the stars, with the wind at my back around a campfire somewhere very dry and very beautiful. Have a really good fishing trip, amigo, and let Zeke throw in a line or two.
Love,
Jim

