Letters from the desert: The kind of place I live

Posted by Chris Clarke on October 16, 2008

On my way to a hike today (and more on that to come) I stopped at the Cima, CA post office. (My mail arrives there at PO Box 43, 92323: send a letter!)

There was a roadrunner in the parking lot when I got there.

I left and went on my hike (and more on that to come) and when I passed the Post Office on my return some time later, there was a coyote loitering in the parking lot.

Next time I check my mail I’m taking an umbrella. A guy never knows when an anvil might fall out of the sky.

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