Monday, March 21, 2016

all things rusty














Mr Sage and I are lovers of all things rusty. When we came upon a camp, an old camp, on the far side of the mesa, we began to explore and we began to dream.
The dreams were filled with canvas tents and biscuits and horseshoes. There were dreams of long-ago days on the mesa, no cell phones and no roads.

I wandered among the old rusty cans that spilled down the side of the mesa. Mr Sage broke out the metal detector. The dogs chased rabbits.
There were no museum-quality treasures to be found, but we were so immersed in the past, so in touch with the people that once camped on our mesa, that the treasure was in the experience itself.

Oh how we love our mesa....and how it loves us back.

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  1. You found all kinds of treasures, imagine the people there before who held those very things. Sometimes when we hiked in Arizona, after a rain in the San Tan Mtns, we would find broken China washed down from one of the many camps..no wonder you love the Mesa and it loves you back. Lovely photos.
    Xo
    Dagmar

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    1. I love finding old china! Makes me wonder about the luxury of china in an old camp. Must have been women at that particular camp! ;)
      xx

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  2. Wow. All that stuff left lying about, so long ago, for the rain and sun and wind to turn to Sagey treasures!
    Tents and campfires & bisquitts and losing buttons off their Levis.
    Now you've got me wondering, what were they doing there? Were they on a trek from Mexico to Canada? (Like the boys in Unbranded)
    What did they talk about? What were their dreams? Were there any wimmin' ? You didn't find a calico bonnet, did you?
    I'm happy you got to go to your Mesa, your special place. What a time!
    And I know you don't leave a trace...what will the next ones find many years from now? Footprints? Perhaps a strand of old yarn? ;)
    Happy wanderings, friend!

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    1. You know, we don't really find any evidence of women in the old camps. But....I've heard the Hole in the Wall gang hid out in the area. Who knows? Maybe we have a horseshoe from Butch Cassidy's horse!!
      And somewhere up there, on the end of our lonely mesa, are two red dog boots. Durango lost them years ago and we have never been able to find them. I guess that's our contribution to the history of the mesa!
      xx

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  3. I guess if you're going to find "litter" this is the kind to find!! : ) I LOVE the Levi Strauss button!!! Fantastic!!! xoxo

    ~ Wendy

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    1. Funny how one person's litter can be another person's treasure! And isn't that Levi's button the best? Mr Sage found it with his metal detector. I can only wonder who wore those Levi's!
      xx

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  4. I love how the land has connected you to them... the wind has blown through the ages, if trees (sage shrubs) could talk. :)

    xo!

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    1. I wonder....maybe the land is talking, and we are fortunate enough to hear what it has to say.
      xx

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  5. Treasures! I have a little collection of rusty bolts on my book shelves - and of course my favorite treasure....lots of tree bark

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    1. Don't you just love the strange little treasures we find? They say so much!
      x

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  6. Levi Strauss button!!??!! Wow!!! :) Wyatt Earp or Doc Holliday or Johnny Ringo or Annie Oakley or "Wild Bill" Hickok!!!!! Love it!! :D

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    1. Really gets you thinking and dreaming of the old west, doesn't it? I love it too!! :)

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  7. Oh, these rusted objects were definitely treasures - Pure art! The stuff dreams are made of.

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    1. Those rusty treasures....they sure are the stuff dreams are made of!

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  8. "the treasure was in the experience itself" - perfectly stated! I'm going to join the crowd to exclaim over that levis button! How cool!

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    1. :) We do come across old Levi's buttons from time to time. Always a little treasure!

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