Long View North

mesas and mountains stretching north from Taos

Windy today, a fine haze from blowing dust, 50 °F

Follow the mountains that-a-way and eventually you’ll come to Denver, I suppose. That’s another reason why living out here is like being on the ocean. With cities so far apart, they feel like islands; a road trip is a voyage. Just look at the way the earth rolls and swells in this shot—not too long though, you might get seasick!

When I was just a lad, our Air Force family traveled to Germany on an ocean liner, the U.S.S. Geiger, via the Military Sea Transportation Service, the pre-1970 name for the Military Sealift Command of the U.S. Navy. This was how you got there at the time, believe it or not. We left New York just like you see in those old movies, with the passengers waving to people on the dock. I saw the Statue of Liberty on our way out. The whole next day was beautiful, and we played shuffleboard in the sun.

A short time later, we ended up in a bloody hurricane. I learned a lot about being on a ship, though. Things like how every door had a latch for securing it open, so it didn’t swing and hit you when the vessel rolled. Most furniture clamped firmly to the floor or wall. The metal dinner table tops had raised edges to catch escaping spoons, and during heavy weather, the staff wet down the linen tablecloths so the china didn’t slide. Soon almost everyone was sick, though, and hardly anyone showed up to eat. I lasted longer than most—the dramamine suppositories would come later—and had a chance to poke around the nearly empty public areas. The large windows along one side of the ship where they showed movies in the afternoon were blocked off with some kind of curtains, but of course I peeked: great black mountains of moving water, taller than the ship!

The return trip four years later was by airplane, only not the way you’d think. The propellor-driven four-engined Constellation took many hours to fly to Reykjavik (Iceland), then on to somewhere in New Brunswick (Canada), and finally to New York City, its piston engines droning loudly all the way. I remember my mother changing my baby sister’s cloth diapers on the plane, but not the way she managed it. Back into the soup it goes, rolling under the waves.

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • Ken Webb March 19, 2013, 8:14 AM

    This landscape – and your tale of the seas – put me in mind of the periodic voyages I made by Greyhound Bus from Chicago to Abilene back in the 60’s. That was a trip of some 40 hours. By the time I changed buses in Dallas I was usually feeling light-headed. Somewhere roundabout Weatherford the prickly pears and mesquites started congregating and the terrain started flattening and drying out. Authentic West Texas geography had arrived when the first caprock formations came into view somewhere near Abilene, by which time I was always slightly delirious with sleep deprivation and the mingled dread and anticipation of return to roots. “What am I doing here?” And then: “Why did I ever leave?” Geography is a lot more in any given life than hills and rocks and creeks.

  • JHF March 19, 2013, 9:57 AM

    ” ‘What am I doing here?’ And then: ‘Why did I ever leave?’ Geography is a lot more in any given life than hills and rocks and creeks.”

    You’re right. (I know the symptoms well.) The only difference for me is that I have roots in so many places. Furthermore, I can imagine roots most anywhere I go. It happens all the time on road trips, though mostly in recoiling from them. All very confusing and disorienting.

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