Category: Mount Lemmon Fire

I’m on the verge, often I’m on the verge of seeing into who I am and then it disappears; it is fleeting, and if I don’t capture it, it is gone. As I look back I was romanticized as a young boy by movies and books. I took them seriously,…

I’m at poolside now, late into dusk. In the distance an immense cloud is above the Catalinas. It’s as if a big fist gave a shiner to the sky. A covey of birds, new to me, strut linearly about the pool, mother and chicks. Offbeat bird sounds punctuate the lambent…

Note to the reader: The memoir on Mt. Lemmon was written about 5 years ago; I have been revising it as I go along, here on this blog. Hot again. One area in the Catalina State Park which runs parallel to Oracle Road issues heavy dirigibles of smoke, bulging up,…

The expulsion of fire, smoke, cinder and ash on Mt. Lemmon parallels my own outbreaks – – wonderment, awe, bewilderment, sorrow, despair, depression, tainted hope, jaundice, and gloom. I am unAmerican to the bone. I’ve come to Oro Valley in Arizona not to retire but to live and to die.…