Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I drove north to Oro Valley today. Up along the backside of the Santa Catalina Mountains. When I first moved to Tucson in 1993 there was hardly anything there. Now the ranches are becoming strip malls and housing developments.
The north side of the Catalinas.
My next project is a little different. A historic ranch site is being turned into a park. My role is to help empty out the buildings, sorting the items inside into "keep" piles and "throw away" piles. In the old chicken coops I could see ancient chicken feeders, a pink bathroom (toilet, sink, etc), old chairs, signs, and piles of junk. Who knows what treasures lie there?
The old well.
I stopped and patted the friendly horse on his nose. Most of the ranch has been lost to development, but there are a number of horses on the property still. The place smells of horse manure and hay, it reminded me of my childhood.
Give me some hay, human!
Sometimes I feel lucky to live where I do, in the middle of a big city but I can walk down the street and 500 ft from my house is a horse corral, and just beyond is the desert.
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The north side of the Catalinas.
My next project is a little different. A historic ranch site is being turned into a park. My role is to help empty out the buildings, sorting the items inside into "keep" piles and "throw away" piles. In the old chicken coops I could see ancient chicken feeders, a pink bathroom (toilet, sink, etc), old chairs, signs, and piles of junk. Who knows what treasures lie there?
The old well.
I stopped and patted the friendly horse on his nose. Most of the ranch has been lost to development, but there are a number of horses on the property still. The place smells of horse manure and hay, it reminded me of my childhood.
Give me some hay, human!
Sometimes I feel lucky to live where I do, in the middle of a big city but I can walk down the street and 500 ft from my house is a horse corral, and just beyond is the desert.
