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we each have the only life we can particularly love and tolerate. mine is the art of emptiness, or rather...drinking beer and doing nothing. Ed Abbey writes of meeting such an individual in some town in Arizona that is now under lake powell. the old guy made an attempt to answer but after a minute or two said...nothing. This brings us tothe desert, or back from the desert more accurately. My readers, both of them, are anxious I'm sure, to read of my adventures in the deserts, canyons, and scrublands of southern Utah and Arizona. That is to come I assure. It has been a rough transition back to the swamplands of Tally, although a gentle rain and cool temperatures are the weather, after the flash flood nearly totaled my car this past week.