This trip I read Ernest Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". It's his 117 page Pulitzer Prize Winner. It's written simply and strongly. I think it's a worthy read.
The other book I am reading is the intimately secret "Prince of Tides." I wonder if anyone's ever read that book to anyone else with much success. It's very personal. Fragile. Demanding. It's simply recommended without words. It's loaned from person to person, and I have just betrayed that method. Mom gave it to me. The pages are falling out, and many different types of pens have sketched in it, underlined thoughts, etc.
Over Arizona, you realize that noone should live there. The landscape is devastating. I took a few good pictures, which you can see here. I also wrote this:
"Looking down I saw a great vision
As if hell was making its claim on the earth
devouring a flat land with an expanding crack
the earth's skull was under microscope
and I could see the killing blow"
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