Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner

Homeless Day 9, Part 2: Saturday afternoon wildlife

Of course the Twenty Mule Team Museum is enough for most people, but I'm not most people. I had to have more.  My next veer off the road happened when I saw the "Wildlife Viewing Area" sign, pointing left. I did in fact veer left, across a lane or two of traffic, to get to the left-turn lane and head down an asphalt road with a lot of dips in it:

It's the kind of road that leaves your stomach behind. But at least it's asphalt. The sign at the entrance said the viewing area was eight miles, so I looked at my odometer. Up and down and up and down so much I was getting seasick. I saw a long glittery thing off in the distance and wondered if it were a lake. The name of the road was the name of a lake - Harris Lake? I can't remember. I thought maybe the wildlife would be near a lake. Eventually I passed this relic from the past:

Somehow it seems to have so much potential. Just as it is. That canopy at the entrance actually angles toward the left, a little unusual. There was no sign of life there. Not far from this building was another of the wildlife viewing signs, the picture of binoculars, pointing right, so I headed down what was now a dirt road. Gravel and dirt. I was getting a little nervous now, thinking what would I do if my car got stuck in the sand, but I plowed on. I passed this house, somehow perfect where it was:

The very desolation of the landscape both encouraged and discouraged me. When I saw this row of trees, extending well beyond the plane of this picture, I wondered if it might be home to birds:

The road got more difficult. I kept following the signs, landing on what seemed like a farm road. When I had reached about eight miles I looked around and decided that enough was enough. If I were to go further I might get seriously stuck and it was obvious I had no idea what I was seeing. I stopped the car and took a shot of what was there:

This is a job for a four-wheeler and a guide, I decided. Perhaps in the spring there might be tours? I had to count this one as a failure...almost. Because on the way out I got back on the asphalt road and headed for the glittery light, which was:

The solar farm! It stretches farther than I could see and my camera couldn't begin to take it in. I had indeed found it, and I would not have if I had not been off looking for wildlife.
Tags: highway 58, house, new house trip

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