November 30, 2004 City of Rocks N.M.

November 30, 2004
City of Rocks, New Mexico

Starting to feel a bit more like a wanderer again. The last month or so we have been driving to “get to places” as apposed to just heading down the road. Finally we have a space head of us where we can just follow the road again and see what happens. When the trip gets distilled to its essence that’s what it’s about. Somehow my other life seems to creep back in and all of a sudden we have to be somewhere or do something outside of the trip.
But for now we’re back on the road and heading west.
As we left Deming we ran into Bob Sundown camped just off the road at the intersection of Highway 180 and Highway 26. This has been his winter camp for the past two months. Bob is a great man whose life consists of 2 mules, 1 burro, a dog named Skeeter, a hand made “covered wagon”, complete with wood burning stove, pulled by the mules and lots of imagination. He has spent may years traveling the country, mostly from Wyoming down to Southern New Mexico and back up to Wyoming in this wagon, pulled by the mules. At times he teaches survival techniques in Quemado, New Mexico.
Over the years, as fall approaches, I have seen him heading south, down Highway 14 just past my old home in Santa Fe, but never had the time to stop and meet him. Heather says he is a “Human Being”. The important word here is Being, as apposed to a “Human Doing” I suppose. Bob’s address is General Delivery USA, if you want to write him. I’m glad I finally found the time…

Bob Sundow and Skeeter