Lunacy

​Lunacy. A real thing.  Alone on the Wolf Moon in a desert I love,  like so many other nights.  Midnight. A truck full of screaming drunken men races up my dirt road. There’s metal banging.  The engine roars. I can’t tell if the scream is of pain or joy. I feel the fight or flight hormones rushing through. The truck is now open and I’m ready. I could run and hide up the hill.  I know this desert better than they do.  And leave my truck open to vandalism?  Never. What weapons do I have? 1 ice axe, 2 fire staffs. No gun. No need. I wouldn’t shoot. I know this. The screams are closer now. Pots and pans must be tied to the bumper. What feeling is this?  The opposite of feeling safe. Would I feel safer if Jim was here?  I can’t rely on others for my feeling safe. Would I feel safer if I believed I was safe? Yes. I used to believe. I don’t know why it changed. Would I remain aware and believing in a loving, kind universe if these men got here? Fascinated by the inner dialog, I feel it all,  like an observer and a potential victim both.  

They turn around less than 20 feet from the truck. I am parked on a muddy dead end road.  They never saw me.  I find their tracks in the morning. They drove back and forth through the thickest of the mud. They broke some trees and drove over cacti. 

I follow their tracks all the way to the paved road. They were on a rampage. Mayhem and destruction everywhere they drove. I knew their path before I saw it. As they left the desert, I could hear their screams and see their red fading lights for miles. I wished those lights stay red.  Don’t turn around. Don’t come back here,  lunatic wolf moon madmen.

[Reposted here from a Facebook post from a few days ago]

*the Wolf Moon is the first full moon of the year. 

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3 thoughts on “Lunacy

  1. Yikes! Scary. This reminds me of a story from another friend of mine. (Sara “bloodbank” Frey…maybe you know her?) She was on the PCT and was hunted by some crazies like this! She hiked 39 miles all night long to make sure she was away from them. Some SICK people out there. sigh…

    ” Would I feel safer if I believed I was safe? Yes. I used to believe. I don’t know why it changed. Would I remain aware and believing in a loving, kind universe if these men got here?”

    Don’t stop believing. The beauty is they DIDN’T get there. I prefer to believe in and connect to a more personal God, rather than the universe for my comfort and safety…It works for me.

    Keep trusting those intuitions you have developed in your sojourning. They seemed to have served you well. Remember…you have more books to write! Nothing will derail that. 😉

    Safe and wonderful adventures to you in 2017.

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  2. Have you been able to find serenity at your location or did you relocate?

    I had two episodes while I was traveling last year. One was a spot my gut told me wasn’t ideal as obvious party and shooting area. First night fine, second night a couple trucks arrived and ripped around in circles. It was nerve wracking.

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