Okay, so the last time it was Friday, May 20th (a date I tend to remember because it's Cher's birthday), I went to see the documentary Inside Deep Throat with my friend and caught my boyfriend at the theater (The New Beverly) with another girl. He told me earlier in the day he was babysitting his kids (as he said he must do every Friday night).
I learned some things that day:
- LA is a small town and you keep running into people you know.
- Don't trust any man who says he can't go out on Friday nights.
- I can't sit through a movie I've wanted to see for months after I've just caught my boyfriend cheating.
I still haven't seen Inside Deep Throat and I've become a little superstitious of May 20ths that fall on a Friday.
I have my fingers crossed about today.
In the meantime, here are some pictures of a camping trip John and I took earlier this week. It was a place called Mills Canyon in Harding County, New Mexico, an awesome canyon in the middle of the high plains. In the late 1800s, a man named Melvin Mills once had an orchard empire down in the canyon. He also ran a stagecoach hotel. He used innovative irrigation for the time. Unfortunately his bad karma caught up with him (he was a somewhat suspect Santa Fe Ring politician) and a massive flood at the turn of the century wiped out his orchard. He never recovered from the loss and died penniless.
But his outbuildings are still there in the canyon, some fruit trees are left, and many forms of wildlife, including Barbary sheep, eagles, turtles…
We let the little Blue Gill go.
Our evening watchman:
I love your New Mexico pix! The last time I was at Mills Canyon, it had a road sign that said “Primitive Road” and you couldn’t drive a car down there.
Happy Cher’s Birthday!