CHASING SHADOWS

Who among us doesn’t live

at the end of a snowy road

surrounded by wild things:

winged things, bushy tailed things

snorting things, full sprint running things

that for all their wildness

go about evading death

with the utmost quietness.

In the morning Anna the painter

made French toast with sourdough bread.

There was also maple syrup and bananas.

I had porridge before that, an entire bowl.

Which made the French toast a second breakfast.

And I had seconds on the French toast.

I was the one that bandaged the boy’s head

and brought him down in a rescue sled

and called for the ambulance

and administered oxygen

out of the hissing green cylinder.

The boy was unusually quiet

which worried me a little.

Until I remembered how quiet

are the wild things

when sprinting across snowy roads

chased only by their shadow.

Skywalk 2018: A Pictorial

Dear Friends of Skywalk,

I am pleased to announce that Skywalk 2018 went off without a hitch. It is likely that the Sandias will be closed to the public within the next couple weeks due to extreme fire danger, so we were fortunate in our timing. As expected, the entire trail was unusually dry. Not a lick of snow.

Here are some pictures of what turned out to be a trio of walkers this year: Chuck Hosking, Brant McGee, and myself. Brant McGee, 68, was training for an intensive 48 hour event in San Diego coming up in a couple weeks, so he carried an extra 30 lb metal weight in his pack. (He didn’t complain about it so it must have felt light compared to the load he carried as a medic in the Central Highlands of Vietnam.)

Chuck Hosking, 69, getting ready to drop his pack on South Peak (9’800) for a well-deserved break with Sandia Crest (10,700) in the background, and Albuquerque sprawled out below. Beyond the crest is the 10-mile descent into Tunnel Springs and Placitas.