Blood on the Trail

Taos Mountain with sky

Just another day in paradise

Jesus, I fell down again on a hiking trail! Not too far from where I took that photo, actually. This is getting old, or is it? There was definitely some strangeness involved this time. Read on and see what you think.

Yesterday evening I was out at Taos Valley Overlook as usual, on the way back from my turn-around cairn at the two-mile mark. Another four-mile walk, in other words. Moving uphill this time, I put my right foot down on the edge of a rock that must have been displaced by passing horses—just sitting there beside the hole where it had been—and my toe caught in the dirt. My body teetered to the right, off-balance and beyond the tipping point. In an instant, I was sprawling forward and going down. This time I landed off the trail on the uphill side (not nearly as hard as the previous fall), with my right shoulder taking most of the blow. Once again I was lucky as hell not to land on top of a cactus or against a rock—and there are a lot of rocks! The ground was soft, in fact, like falling on a pile of laundry bags, but I scratched the back of my thigh pretty badly on a sagebrush branch going down. At least I had bandages with me, and I never hike without them now.

But here’s where this gets weird: the place I fell was less than 20 feet from where I’d fallen last time! So when I stood up (slowly), you can imagine I was rather wary and confused. Does something have it in for me in this particular spot? It’s like an entity was toying with me there or trying to get my attention. If so, it’s working!

The next time I pass that spot on the trail, probably tomorrow, I’m going to stop and look around. There’s a hilltop and a modest arroyo in the vicinity to explore. My intuition tells me to go investigate the ridge, and that’s where I’ll go first. All kinds of things could be hiding in the arroyo, though. But what? And why??

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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.  

  • Gillian Booth June 17, 2013, 11:18 AM

    I’m all the way back here in the UK, and I’M spooked out!! Tread carefully in more ways than one, John.

    • JHF June 17, 2013, 11:27 AM

      I know… It wouldn’t be the first spot around here where I’ve encountered “something” that required respecting or leaving the hell alone. People have no idea. The veneer of civilization covers up a LOT. Of course, I love this stuff.

  • Frank June 17, 2013, 12:13 PM

    There are spirits close by that want you stop and look around. They have been waiting for someone that listen to them. They just got tired of whispering and are now shouting out to you!

    • JHF June 17, 2013, 2:26 PM

      Believe it or not, I am informed by a credible professional source that there may be something to that. We shall see.

  • Sunday June 17, 2013, 9:48 PM

    Ohhh-wuh, you have stepped into the perimeter of The Vortex. You’re probably getting close to The Soft Spot, which might be good. Even so, until you know if it’s good, you should tie a wide board perpendicular across the back of yourself so that you don’t fall in. I can see you at a distance now — looks like a cross walking through the desert. ~ Taos is truly a sacred energy point, probably THE sacred energy point of this continent.

    • JHF June 17, 2013, 10:34 PM

      You think so? It sure is the squirmiest damn place I’ve ever been. Impossible to rest here.

  • Karen Streaker June 18, 2013, 7:58 AM

    Anxious to hear what happens on the next walk when you explore the area….very unsettling and exciting! Tell us more…….

  • terri June 18, 2013, 9:09 PM

    John. get some f-ing hiking poles. You don’t need a darn brain injury from this shit.
    Hugs!

    • JHF June 18, 2013, 9:42 PM

      I think those look SO SILLY! But I use a single one made from a discarded ski pole. Been carrying a stick when hiking my whole life. Beside the point though, right?

  • terri June 20, 2013, 8:53 PM

    I guess we’ll find out what’s swooping you in, sooner or later…maybe a LifeAlert till then!? Oh, they don’t work outside, that’s right….:-)

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