Every Picture Tells a Story – Five Photos Five Stories #5

  
This in so many ways is me.  There’s this place you may have heard of called The Grand Canyon.  Millions of people drive it’s viewpoints, look across its thirteen miles spans and say “we went to the Grand Canyon!”  Walking past the Mona Lisa, doesn’t mean you seen the Mona Lisa!  In about a week and a half, I get older.  Based upon some Sol based conspiracy theory that says time means something, it’s great for planning things but can you hold a minute in your hand?  

The rules for Five Photos Five Stories are as follows:

Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
Nortina was so kind to share the challenge and nominate me. Tip of the hat to her, visit her please it is well worth it. Http://nortinamariela.wordpress.com
Back to the subject, I will fill this backpack with my room for the night, the bed to sleep in, 6liters of water, and handful of meals with a stove to cook too. The trial starts at 7800 feet, my part drops to about 4200 feet in less than seven miles. It’s not a straight drop but seems like a straight climb back out. The path crosses a couple drainage basins and ridges. The Grand Canyon is actually hundred of mini canyons.

The prospective changes with almost every footstep. Although I won’t see the Colorado River, it goes by mining areas. You can still go in the mine (this is frowned upon of course). It’s a hole about three feet wide and no lighting. I have made about ten feet in, it looks like it hasn’t been touched since 1890. It wasn’t a very large mine. The value of copper versus the getting it out didn’t balance well. But without the mine, I have no trail groomed to get me to Horseshoe Mesa.

The Grandview Hotel once graced the top. People would ride a train to the hotel and horseback ride down here after the mine failed. The hotel vanished into history. The cabin at the mesa is history. Still has old cans and artifacts laying where they were left.

So I’ll take the topographic map. Which shows the elevation changes on it. Follow the black dotted line at bottom center. The book and pamphlet will tell me what I’m seeing again (third trip in). The colors are varied red to tan. Not much green. But blue skies forever! Every star that you have ever seen triple it, and then there’s thousands more. It’s twenty degrees warmer inside the canyon. The environment is incredible. At one time a Spanish explorer said that his party would be the last people who would ever come here. That was in the 1570’s.

I’ve got packing to do. Pictures coming later.

Ok only thing now is another victim, nominee. Mutsumi, http://sakurajunction.com please drop by and visit her

Reblog – Five Photos Five Stories: Day 3

The reason for my five photos five stories found below.  If you never stopped by her site then I’ll bring it to you.  This is how you do a challenge!
The procrastinator has just barely squeezed in her third story before Day 3 ends. This is Five Photos Five Stories! Thanks again to Helen Espinosa for the nomination! The rules for Five Photos Five Stories are as follows: Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or […]

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Right Tool for the Right Job – Day 3 Five Photos Five Stories

The rules for Five Photos Five Stories are as follows:

Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
Nortina was so kind to share the challenge and nominate me. Tip of the hat to her, visit her please it is well worth it. Http://nortinamariela.wordpress.com

  

My grandfather also told me “the right tool for the right job!”.  I’m torn between should I have followed advice or do we all just regurgitate the same lines over generation to generation.  I see my problem is partially my choice of tools.  Choices are slightly questionable, but the tool thing would have covered that up.  

“I really can’t believe this!  Oh shit, now what do I do with you Jenny?!”  I gaze down at the pink sedum blooms, Autumn Joy.  I’m nervous and shaking my hand.  There’s a bony foot missing two toes. “Raccoons, those damn things will savange anything!  They eat your middle toes!”

My mind races the wife will be home in a couple hours.  I can’t remember how much of her leg went with that foot.  The maul with its sledge hammer weight should have worked better.  Too much bloody mess cutting her up.  I really thought that was better choice.  The splitting axe did fine work on smaller parts.

“If I pull on your foot, I’m uprooting the plants.  Hmmm, let’s see if you are coming out anywhere else.  I really hate tearing the flowers up.  Honey, you made this the best year for this garden.  I should have thought this out.  We never did think out things between us, did we?” Playing with the bones, more of the leg appears.  Plants rise as I maneuver an ankle and pair of shin bones.

My mind wanders to that leg.  She played rough at times.  A warm April afternoon.  Secluded backyard.  Some movie idea.  Naked but chains hold in your arms against your body.  Laying on the ground.  You’re helpless and waiting to be taken.  I don’t care where it came from, just what is going to happen.  I can still taste you…… “Damn it, that’s when you ruined it with the pregnant thing.  I still took every bit of you first. Shame to neglect your wants.”

“The axe was close by.  I freaked a bit.  We could have a kid.  Who the hell does that, like this and stays together.  You had to go….” I look back at the bones.  “I can’t believe it. You on your stomach. I told you I had one more thing for you.  It was surreal.  I mean I don’t know what an axe should do to a skull.  Ok now I do.  But it was so simple.  We played loose, once a month.  Nothing to risk either of our lives.  How could you not know it would happen?”

My crouched body collapses to the ground.  “Oh my god! What if it wasn’t mine?!  I never even thought of that.  I’m sorry.  I should have asked you when I had the chance.  I have to give you a better place to lay.  This time a deeper hole.  Sorry about the toes.”

As part of the fun we need another person to play along.  Julia of https://myredpage.wordpress.com I could only imagine what you could bring.   Anyone one not following should give her site a look.  It’s got challenges with pictures too!

Five Photos Five Stories

The rules for Five Photos Five Stories are as follows:
Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

Nortina was so kind to share the challenge and nominate me.  Tip of the hat to her, visit her please it is well worth it. Http://nortinamariela.wordpress.com

  
Surprising Diana during a bath was a bad idea.  Women of legend are seldom subtle, and rarely understanding.  The lucky found the dog first.  Or the dog was happy to bite the retreating part.  But today was not a Good day for Orestes.  

Diana saw a large dark figure coming through her oak grove.  The dogs didn’t stir.  The gods were testing her or worse.  Diana doesn’t retreat.  She lures you into the clear.  A single arrow finds its true aim.  The messenger receives a legendary status.

Don’t kill the messenger!

Day 1 complete, hmm where to go first?  Victim number one https://humaaq.wordpress.com