Check out photos of the lunar eclipse at The Raven’s Journey! A total eclipse of the Full Moon in Pisces, and I slept right through it… just too early in the morning for me.
Here’s video from Chattanooga, TN.
Post links to more photos, if you know of some.
At an elevation of 10,678 feet, the Sandia Crest (just outside of Albuquerque) is the high point on the Turquoise Trail. It was a long drive up, on a smoggy day. The summit was covered with this.
The most interesting thing to me was a small plant covered with millions of ladybugs.
Then we headed into Albuquerque, and prepared to fly the next morning.
We headed back to Sante Fe, in defeat. I was still very ill. After a long fast, I had recovered enough to tackle an easy trail. Michael drove us to the Tent Rocks. It was gorgeous.
A black bug at the top, where I also found some small Apache Tears.
Driving out of Los Alamos, we found the place that I had been seeking at the Las Conchas Trailhead in the Jemez Mountains. If I had been hiking alone, I would have started here, and wandered for days.
We saw a rockclimber there, too.
But it started to rain again, and all of the camping was too far in to haul…
We had to go to Los Alamos. We almost stayed there, but I was still feeling pretty ragged.
We did manage to spend some time at the Black Hole, a “recycler of nuclear waste” that sells used scientific equipment, electronics, lab supplies, nuclear by-products, surplus items and materials. We got pulled into an extended discussion….including a short video. What a place, what people, what a blast.
This helmet was one of the first things that caught my eye.
Cable skull.
Various equipment
UFO bomb
Head on a Platter
Head on a Platter 2
Retirement plan. Fish on missile. Get it?
We were shown the two gigantic marble monuments. They are still seeking an appropriate site. This one was tipped sideways in a storage container outside.
Absolutely had to get this in somewhere.
As might be expected, it was difficult to leave the Black Hole.
Here’s a church I like. It’s right next door. “Critical Mass” (grinning)
It was hard to leave Los Alamos too. We went through a security checkpoint leaving town.
We didn’t meet any nuclear scientists this time. The last time we were in Los Alamos, we ran into a guy who was tasked with helping the Russians find their nuclear materials…
Oh, and these were no-where near the most eccentric people we met on this trip. A Chicago artist turned desert rat that I met in Taos actually told me that when he met Ray Bradbury, their third eyes opened and they communicated without speaking. You hardly ever hear that sort of thing anymore. Or is it just me?
I haven’t done this in a while, but here are some things that caught my eye today while I was updating my blogroll. Loosely grouped by topic, here ya go…