Mr Sage has taken to wandering the mesa with his metal detector. He finds wonderful treasures, bits of history, and strange metal things that make us wonder about the people who, long ago, made this place their home.
He has dug up coins, silver spoons, old bullets and even an antique pocket watch. We've found caches of tin cans and bottles from the 1920's and 1930's. We've found old homesteads, sheep camps, and everything in between.
While he wanders, metal detector in hand, I wander with the dogs. I sometimes feel like a shepherdess when I hear the dogs' bells jingling as we walk.
And I also find amazing things, usually under trees near the places Mr Sage explores.
Last trip to the mesa, I found the old license plate, bottles, and a tin canister. I scared up an owl and found nearly 40 to 50 pellets under his tree! (Of course, I took a few choice pellets home for further inspection and dissection.)
Oh! I also came across, high on the mesa, near a small pile of rocks, a rusted band-aid tin with a mining claim dated May 1959 tucked inside! The dreams those people must have had! The lives they must have lived!
I sometimes feel we are the last ones to walk this mesa. We've become the keepers of its secrets, the explorers of its forgotten roads.
But mostly, we find peace. We become lost in Nature, lost in the history of the mesa, lost in the lonely place that stole our hearts. And we happily leave a little more of ourselves behind every time we drive away.