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"Rusty,
what in the hell are you doing out here?" He leaves the engine running
as he steps out in Levis and a t-shirt, swings a rope around Rusty's
neck, and loads him into the back. He nods at me through the
rolled-down window and pulls a u-turn in the road. Rusty looks back at
me with his wide brown eyes and is gone.
Some people say we're all running from something, one way or another.
"Jim
Stiles holds up a mirror to those of us living in the American West,
exposing issues we may not want to face. We are all complicit in the
shadow side of growth. His words are born not so
much
out of anger but a broken heart. He says he writes elegies for the
landscape he loves, that he is "hopelessly clinging to the past." I
would call Stiles a writer from the future. Brave New West is a book of
import because of what it chooses to expose."
Tom
Sisson died in prison. The Power brothers spent 42 years behind bars in
Florence, Arizona, just a few counties away from the now infamous
Sheriff Joe Arpaio, who keeps Iraq War resisters imprisoned in old army
tents in the deadly heat of the desert. Sheriff Arpaio is under
investigation by the U.S. Department of Justice for human rights
violations, but that hasn't stopped him from reportedly abusing war
resisters or military deserters in his jail. I wonder if the Power
brothers would have survived for 42 years had they been imprisoned
under someone like Arpaio.
As
it is, Tom and John both died free men, in the very land for which they
once ignored a war. Someone had to see after it. I'll walk past the
Klondyke cemetery a few miles down the way, where the brothers are
buried next to their sister and mother, beside the bones of the Old
Man. I won't spend much time studying the headstones - the sun is
plunging low in the sky and it's time to move on.
Some
people say we're all running from something, one way or another. From
wars and calls to patriotic duty, from a lasso around your body and
fences keeping you in, from the click of tourist cameras and the
advance of modern conveniences. I suppose those people would say that
I'm running, too. That I'm hiding out here in the creases and folds of
the canyons. I don't mean to hide, really. I'm just here to lay a few
desert wildflowers on the graves of nearly-forgotten legends. And, if I
can, I'd like to see after the land.
Avy
Harris grew up in the foothills of Colorado where she became
passionate about exploration and environmental justice. She's carried
her backpack everywhere from Arizona to Thailand, and is currently
wrapping up her time teaching in South Korea. She will move to Ethiopia
this summer, and you can follow her travels at http://AvyAroundTheWorld.wordpress.com/.
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