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mtgoat666
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| Quote: | Originally posted by David K
rattlesnakes.. the one Sarah is playing with, on the stick?
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most people get bit when "playing" with them. what kind of parents encourage their kids to play with rattlesnakes??
leave them alone and they will leave you alone. rattlesnakes are fine creatures, leave them alone.
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Von
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So cool! What an adventure! and its only half way! DAM!
READY SET.....................
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TMW
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I agree with leaving rattlesnakes alone. I've seen a few over the 30+ years I've lived out west and I've found that if you leave them alone they will
leave you alone. Surprises do happen but when you hear that rattle stop and back off and let them be.
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goldhuntress
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wilderone- I was in the mountains east of GN. The picture I posted was the only rattlesnake I saw. I was a baby and I saw it sleeping in the same spot
two afternoons in a row.(no it wasn't dead) I don't know what kinds the others were. It was a lot of snakes to run into and I don't know why, just my
luck I guess. Yes, David K, it was last April and I know there was a lot of rain last winter and at first I thought maybe that was why but I don't
think that could increase the snake population, not that quickly. Maybe lots of rain for a few years could? I also saw my first horny toad, well,
that's debatable
[Edited on 12-14-2010 by goldhuntress]
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David K
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No signal was transmitted today (so far), but I think he is still in Guerrero Negro getting prepared for the next part of his adventure!
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Skipjack Joe
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Had some free time tonight, so wrote this song for Mike and his burro:
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, senor, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said
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wilderone
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I hope there's a second verse. With a happy ending.
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David K
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Dec. 14, 2010
Signal sent today, still by the Y intersection, Guerrero Negro.
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Skipjack Joe
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Just line up the cross-hairs and ... bombs away.
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woody with a view
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i love that intersection. it feels like being a kid again, and staying up past my bedtime, every time i pass it on the way south....
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Graham
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For a Happy Ending? I like this poem by G.K.Chesterton.
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Referring, of course, to Christ's "Triumphal Entry" into Jerusalem on a young donkey.
Matthew 21: 1-11
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Mulegena
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"The Tattered Outlaw of the Earth"
What an exquisitely exciting poem, Graham. Thank you.
In my sparse American education I've never read the author before now.
The lowly beast of burden depicted first as a mythical monster yet one with a secret gift to fulfill. Love it. In four short stanzas, Chesterton
conveys a strong reminder about self-worth and the need to break free of society’s view of us.
The first stanza describes the night the donkey was born. The mood is frightening and magical. "As fish are flying, trees are walking and the moon is
red in color,..." Its a strange night when the natural order and the balance of things are off-kilter big time. Yet we find that moments like this are
necessary in the grand scheme of life.
And the second to describe what he looked like. With a “monstrous head” and “ears like errant wings” its clear that he wasn’t a beautiful baby animal.
He admits to have uttered a “sickening cry” as he was born.
He is “The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will”. This is my favorite phrase of the whole poem-- its great and really feels like Baja
to me. He talks about his character, that people “Starve, scourge, deride me” as he is “dumb” and thus unworthy of care or respect... or is he just
plain-axx stubborn (not like me, of course).
In the fourth line he states, “I keep my secret still.” What is this secret? What secret lies in each of our hearts that makes us special, makes our
lives have meaning, defines what we bring to the world?
We see in the final stanza that this donkey is no ordinary donkey. The poet finally comes 'round to telling us just who this donkey really is (read:
who we really are). It becomes clear that this monstrous beast carried Jesus through Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, “There was a shout about my ears, And
palms before my feet.” Its supposed that hours before his entrance into the city Jesus asked two of his disciples to fetch a donkey from a neighboring
village that had never been ridden or wanted. He knew that only an outcast like himself could properly handle the job and be deserving of such an
honor.
Aside from the historical and religious context, this is a poem about self-worth. Like the donkey, we all have been abused and made to suffer
unkindness, and yet we have our moments in life where we know why we are where we are and what our purpose is, our Secret that makes life worthwhile.
I think we might all feel that connection to the underlying pulse of life when we're walking closer to the earth. The Donkey is the perfect symbol of
the indomitable spirit, this common thread that we share in our love of Baja.
[Edited on 12-15-2010 by Mulegena]
"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows flowers, not thunder." ~Rumi
"It's the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." ~ Aristotle
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Skipjack Joe
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You mean, that despite all of the abuse the donkey knows his own merit: he brought the King of Kings into Jerusalem?
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Stickers
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Mulegena
What an exquisitely exciting poem, Graham. Thank you.
In my sparse American education I've never read the author before now.
The lowly beast of burden depicted first as a mythical monster yet one with a secret gift to fulfill. Love it. In four short stanzas, Chesterton
conveys a strong reminder about self-worth and the need to break free of society’s view of us.
The first stanza describes the night the donkey was born. The mood is frightening and magical. "As fish are flying, trees are walking and the moon is
red in color,..." Its a strange night when the natural order and the balance of things are off-kilter big time. Yet we find that moments like this are
necessary in the grand scheme of life.
And the second to describe what he looked like. With a “monstrous head” and “ears like errant wings” its clear that he wasn’t a beautiful baby animal.
He admits to have uttered a “sickening cry” as he was born.
He is “The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will”. This is my favorite phrase of the whole poem-- its great and really feels like Baja
to me. He talks about his character, that people “Starve, scourge, deride me” as he is “dumb” and thus unworthy of care or respect... or is he just
plain-axx stubborn (not like me, of course).
In the fourth line he states, “I keep my secret still.” What is this secret? What secret lies in each of our hearts that makes us special, makes our
lives have meaning, defines what we bring to the world?
We see in the final stanza that this donkey is no ordinary donkey. The poet finally comes 'round to telling us just who this donkey really is (read:
who we really are). It becomes clear that this monstrous beast carried Jesus through Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, “There was a shout about my ears, And
palms before my feet.” Its supposed that hours before his entrance into the city Jesus asked two of his disciples to fetch a donkey from a neighboring
village that had never been ridden or wanted. He knew that only an outcast like himself could properly handle the job and be deserving of such an
honor.
Aside from the historical and religious context, this is a poem about self-worth. Like the donkey, we all have been abused and made to suffer
unkindness, and yet we have our moments in life where we know why we are where we are and what our purpose is, our Secret that makes life worthwhile.
I think we might all feel that connection to the underlying pulse of life when we're walking closer to the earth. The Donkey is the perfect symbol of
the indomitable spirit, this common thread that we share in our love of Baja.
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Professor Mulegena - nicely done!
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Bob H
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Stickers
| Quote: | Originally posted by Mulegena
What an exquisitely exciting poem, Graham. Thank you.
In my sparse American education I've never read the author before now.
The lowly beast of burden depicted first as a mythical monster yet one with a secret gift to fulfill. Love it. In four short stanzas, Chesterton
conveys a strong reminder about self-worth and the need to break free of society’s view of us.
The first stanza describes the night the donkey was born. The mood is frightening and magical. "As fish are flying, trees are walking and the moon is
red in color,..." Its a strange night when the natural order and the balance of things are off-kilter big time. Yet we find that moments like this are
necessary in the grand scheme of life.
And the second to describe what he looked like. With a “monstrous head” and “ears like errant wings” its clear that he wasn’t a beautiful baby animal.
He admits to have uttered a “sickening cry” as he was born.
He is “The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will”. This is my favorite phrase of the whole poem-- its great and really feels like Baja
to me. He talks about his character, that people “Starve, scourge, deride me” as he is “dumb” and thus unworthy of care or respect... or is he just
plain-axx stubborn (not like me, of course).
In the fourth line he states, “I keep my secret still.” What is this secret? What secret lies in each of our hearts that makes us special, makes our
lives have meaning, defines what we bring to the world?
We see in the final stanza that this donkey is no ordinary donkey. The poet finally comes 'round to telling us just who this donkey really is (read:
who we really are). It becomes clear that this monstrous beast carried Jesus through Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, “There was a shout about my ears, And
palms before my feet.” Its supposed that hours before his entrance into the city Jesus asked two of his disciples to fetch a donkey from a neighboring
village that had never been ridden or wanted. He knew that only an outcast like himself could properly handle the job and be deserving of such an
honor.
Aside from the historical and religious context, this is a poem about self-worth. Like the donkey, we all have been abused and made to suffer
unkindness, and yet we have our moments in life where we know why we are where we are and what our purpose is, our Secret that makes life worthwhile.
I think we might all feel that connection to the underlying pulse of life when we're walking closer to the earth. The Donkey is the perfect symbol of
the indomitable spirit, this common thread that we share in our love of Baja.
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Professor Mulegena - nicely done!
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Bravo on the poem Graham...
Bravo Mulegena with your response... WOW! Is all I can say.
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Mulegena
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
You mean, that despite all of the abuse the donkey knows his own merit: he brought the King of Kings into Jerusalem? |
Well Igor, religious discussion aside... being a donkey, a lowly beast of burden destined to carry heavy things and people about one's whole life
might be considered a better life than those of us who have the IRS riding our a@@.
"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows flowers, not thunder." ~Rumi
"It's the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." ~ Aristotle
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Graham
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Thanks for that detailed analysis Mulegena – insightful and thought provoking.
I’m sure with Mike’s donkey experience he’ll have a deeper appreciation of the Biblical stories of the Triumphal Entry, Mary and Joseph’s journey to
Bethlehem, and their escape to Egypt with the newborn Jesus.
When I finished my Journey With a Baja Burro in Loreto, describing lifting off the pack for the last time, I wrote:
“The old images flowed before me – Bethlehem, Egypt, Jerusalem… Jesus looking down, hands on the dark cross [made by the lines marking the burro’s
back and shoulders], struggling with his desperate loneliness, aware that the time for his final test had come.”
“Knowing that the fickle crowd would soon turn on him, what a comfort it must have been for him to run his hands along the soft, wooly neck and
shoulders of the young donkey – to feel his warmth and gentleness and nervousness… to be at once the comforter and the comforted.”
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wilderone
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"Bravo on the poem Graham...
Bravo Mulegena with your response... WOW! Is all I can say"
Ditto - and how timely. Thank you.
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BajaRacer420
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ran into him last week, hopefully u can see this link of Don k and Mike somewhere in Baja last week,
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=475167328302
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Skipjack Joe
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Got this msg on the video:
This video either has been removed from Facebook or is not visible due to privacy settings
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