On Mexican Time: Dome Rock (near Quartzsite, AZ.)

Monday, February 22, 2010

Dome Rock (near Quartzsite, AZ.)

Well we've found our new home for 14 days here on BLM land near Quartzsite, Az. There are'nt many others out here near Dome Rock. I decided to improve the campsite a little, there's plenty of landscape materials in the wash next to our motorhome. We woke up yesterday morning to a fairly nice day with light winds. I built a little patio area and Janice worked on her beading. In the afternoon we went into Quartzsite for groceries and to look around. The Roadrunner grocery has a nice meat market and just about anything you would need, just a little spendy. We decided to go to Blythe (just 18 miles to the west of here) where there's an Albertsons. The BLM host told us about a great fresh produce market (VanDyke's) just 4 miles south of Blythe so we went there also. It was well worth the trip, we saved $5.00 on the Rum at Albertsons and got a whole 2 bags of produce for $8.00 at VanDykes, they also served fresh vegetable soup samples while we gathered vegi's. Some friends from Hickiwan arrived here also and are camped a few hundred yards up the wash. We're hoping to find some more of their famous memory stones. The wind blew hard last night and this morning it looks like a storm is approaching. Guess Janice and I can go do some more exploring in Quartzsite

and this morning...

1 comment:

Dennis and Donna said...: What do you mean you don't take good pictures??? You take awesome pics!! Looks like a great spot! We must do that sometime!; February 22, 2010 at 1:48 PM

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Chief Seattle

CHIEF SEATTLE'S LETTER

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not ownthe freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect.

All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumedflowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred.

Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give anybrother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.

One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers after all."

may not be historically accurate but why ruin a good story with the facts... :)