3 almost blems. Pix and deals.

There is no sense making a product of quality if everything is relatvie and we are all going to die meaningless deaths. On the other hand, if that were true, it would be more reason to make a quality product. "in your face, Universe."

I think perhaps you are a lucky man who has landed in the flyway of the loons.


munk
 
Originally posted by Rusty
Uncle hasn't said it in a while so I'll say it for him. " What has this got to do with khukuris? Everything. "

Darn Right!:)


I must be lucky living here in Central Utah. The town of Spring City (I'm home in Spring city for the weekend:))has a population of say 1000 (give or take 30), is at about 5,800Ft in elavation and there are no big cities near by. Here in town , in my back yard at night it is normally quiet. I can hear the animals on the other end of town and see a ton of stars from my back yard. Tonight I watched the moon come up from my friends house. What a sight to see. When the moon isn't so bright I can see the milky way galaxy and pick out most of the constallations.

Most of the towns around here are 3 to 8 miles apart and have (I would guess) no more than 6,500 people. No smog what so ever and I'm with in 10 minutes of the national forest to the east (Spring City Canyon)and 35 to 45 minutes to the west. Have spent many an afternoon up on our mountain by my self Hiking, thinking/meditating and finding peace. After a hard day at school or on weekends when I'm not working I would go up and enjoy nature.

After I'm done with College, I wouldn't mind settling down in a place like this. Out in the country or in the mountains with lots of open spaces and mountains all around. Here in Sanpete County or else were where I can see the stars at night, get in touch with nature and roam free. Where I can carry and use a Khukuri (or other large knife) in the mountains and most people don't give a hoot about it. Where people ride with Rifles/Shot Guns in the pickups and thats the norm.

I can tell that some here know what I'm talking about, and for those that don't, you're welcome anytime to find out (Actually any of you from the cantina are welcome at my fire:)).
 
Does anyone else find themselves having to guard against the idea ( in the back of their mind ) that they're somehow morally superior because they live in or within shouting distance of " God's country " rather than in urban squalor?

I sometimes feel like I can jump in my truck and be out away from any sign of mankind other than a dirt road in five or ten minutes, turn my back to the road and look up to the mountains and be alone in the presence of whatever created all things.

It makes me shudder at the thought of being stuck in the middle of a city amoungst man's overpowerering hubris...
 
True Dat! One of man's blems, or almost blems, I guess.

Sorry, just tying it back to the originating post. :)
 
Originally posted by Rusty
" What has this got to do with khukuris? Everything. "

And back again into the dance of the circle of life. Whether danced with others to the call of a drum on the reservation, or sung together as a gospel tune in " Will the circle be unbroken, by and by Lord by and by...."

One way or another we all share the dance together.
 
We did work our butts off to get to a better America, but it's still just me in the trees, and on most days that's not moral superiority talking, that's munk shitting in the woods.


munk
 
And then realizing you left the tissue 30 yards away in the truck.:D
 
or watching it blow away before you've had a chance to drop a rock on your business...


munk
 
Originally posted by munk
or watching it blow away before you've had a chance to drop a rock on your business...


munk
Ain't that the truth! It seems no matter how careful I am with preparations, at least one thing or another goes wrong. Murphy being a realist and all....
After the TP is gone all you've got for an alternative is dry pinon needles. It ain't called Pinyon Mesa for nuthin'. :eek:
Of course this is all allegorical. :rolleyes: :o
take from it what you will.

;)
 
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