Dance

My first real trip into the Sonoran desert began innocuously enough. In February the weather was still cool enough to be comfortable and I was excited to get back into exploring the abandoned mines that I fell in love with in New Mexico.

After making my way across a sandy wash choked with mesquite I began to see evidence of the old mining operation. A tiny cluster of shoddy huts and long streamers of tailings coming from the cliffs were a giveaway. The tiny openings, just black dots in the high cliff walls beckoned me to return to the earth. It had been a long time.

These mines appeared to be untouched in decades. primitive camping supplies, pans, pots, carbide lamps and shovels lay strewn about the gaping openings in the hillsides. Entering the mine the temperature dropped noticeably and I recalled the dust that permeated these artificial passages. After exploring the tunnels grit cakes at the corners of my eyes, crunches between my teeth, and cakes inside my ears. I feel like I'm being buried with the strange artifacts I find.

Finally on my way out I pass through a once grand hallway, supported by huge timbers. While I gaze in admiration the columns which have held so long, a testament to the ingenuity and determination of their builders begin to perform a strange dance; twisting back and forth, dust pours loose from ceiling. My heart catches in my throat and I'm torn between running for the opening, now visible just under 50 yards away, or freezing and hoping the columns hold as they have for a hundred years..

My indecision makes the choice for me as huge boulders start tearing loose from the ceiling. The noise is so loud that like an airplane it fades away and becomes silent even as the earth seems to heave around me. The air fills with the choking dust and the faint light of the opening disappears. Ine the gloom my light feebly tries to pierce I can only see the swirling clouds of dust and hear the thunder cracks of splintering wood.

As the dust finally settled I looked at the destruction around me, only a few pillars remained the rest pulverized into so many toothpicks by the rocks around them. In the distance I could once again see a needlelike shaft of light. Creeping on all fours, with tears streaking the dirt coating my I found that the opening remained intact enough to release me. Again I narrowly escaped a would be tomb and moving into the harsh light of the desert sun tears continued to burn my eyes.

-2012-
sleepwalking
new chapter

-2011-
like sedona?
torn in two
blink
bridge to nowhere
door
hitting the wall
elusive 2
elusive 1
ascenders
voyage
hole
icarus

-2010-
revisited 2
revisited 1
which way?
the pit
treasure
narrow
snowfall
chute
false floor
monolith
crack
freeze
slice
bunker
beckon
treasure
resolution

-2009-
goodbyes
undercurrents
casting the bones
mountain thief
the deer hunter
strange temple
sanctuary
burial pt. 3
burial pt. 2
burial pt. 1
scarlet fever
rebirth from hell
forsaken
the lower depths
underground lake
stretch sewer
crypt
still waters
shadow movements
meager rations
sw pt.8: geothermal + ending
sw pt.7: lost gold mines
sw pt.6: big tube caves
sw pt.5: gold!
sw pt.4: el calderon caves
sw pt.3: redondo
sw pt.2: ghosts
southwest adventure pt.1
the river
dark salvation
reflections
dreams
the underdark
night odyssey
beginnings