Into The Badlands

I took Monday off from the job hunt and headed out for the Badlands. I was there last fall and fell in love with the place. If you’re in to sheer desolate beauty, you won’t find a better place to spend a day. The Bisti Wilderness area is about 30 miles south of Farmington, New Mexico or 60 miles north of I-40 out of Thoreau, New Mexico, along Route 371. Either way you choose to get there, you need to keep your eyes peeled for the turnoff as the sign is small and faded. Bisti is not what you might call a huge tourist attraction. I spent about 5 hours wandering this time around and at least that much my last trip and saw not another human being. Or much of anything else on 2 or 4 legs.

Between the Bisti and the De-Na-Zin Wilderness to the east, the Badlands (Bisti means Badlands in Navajo) occupy 38,381 acres of some of the most bizarre country you can imagine. Sloping hills of red, gray and black, windswept passages, hoodoos and weird rock formation abound. Once the bed of an ancient sea, when the water receded, prehistoric animals made Bisti their home. When the last of the water disappeared, a 1,400-foot-thick layer of jumbled sandstone, mudstone, shale, and coal lay undisturbed for 50 million years. The receding of the last ice age left behind exposed fossils and eroded the rock into fantastic hoodoos. Today, the ground is soft and yielding, covered in multi-colored rocks, petrified wood and the bone and tooth fragments of the enormous beasts that once roamed this land.

Here is something you don’t see too often, or for too long, in the Badlands: Water. Precipitation in the Bisti area averages a mere eight inches a year, and usually comes in July and August when temperatures rise to melting highs. When a downpour does occur, the soil, typically baked to ceramic hardness by the sun, softens into a slippery, yielding substance. The last time I was here in late fall, the ground was as hard and dry as the bones you find scattered about. New Mexico saw some heavy spring rain the week before I made this latest trip and the water had cut deep channels and turned the ground into shoe sucking mush.

If you’re not into serious quiet, the Bisti might get on your nerves. There ain’t a whole lot of life here beyond some plants and a handful of lizards, snakes, tarantulas, and scorpions. There aren’t even birds flying overhead most time. About the only tracks you ever see are those of other humans and the occasional dog or horse.

The wind blows almost constantly across the Badlands resulting in some bizarre twisting of plants and strange rock formations.

Sometimes the wind can get quite creative.

And, after a long day of hiking, there’s nothing like a comfy chair to relax in.

EJ at Bisti Wilderness

Sunday Brunch – 02/18/2007

Well, this seems to be my day for pushing books.

The Cat In The Hat Turns Fifty

Yep! Half a century and just as fresh as the day it was published. That’s the enchanting thing about most, if not all, of Dr. Seuss’ books. I have read each and every one, many times, and still love them despite the fact that I am older than the Cat. Here is a LINK to the story.

In honor of the cat’s big Five-O, Random House is donating a new book to First Book, a nonprofit organization that promotes reading in low-income communities, for every e-mail birthday card the Cat receives. To send a card to the Cat, go HERE. Cards must be received by May 1.

Random House will also donate a book to First Book for every copy of any Dr. Seuss book it sells before May 1. For more details, go to HERE.

Super Mom Saves The World

Super Mom Saves The WorldAre you a blogger? Wanna free book? Melanie Lynne Hauser has one with your name on it. Her new one in fact: Super Mom Saves The World. After vanquishing the dastardly villain in her first book, Confessions Of Super Mom, Birdie Lee (Super Mom) battles a foe even more terrifying: Teenagers!

There’s also something called a Swiffer that goes along with that deal. Being a guy type person, I have no idea what a Swiffer is but hey, it’s free. How bad could it be? The most important part’s the book anyway. Check out her blog for details.

2006 Bram Stoker Awards

Have I mentioned, lately, that Backspace is the best damn writers board on the planet? There are some talented folks there, giving freely of their knowledge and experience. Two such talented folks are Jonathan Maberry and Alexandra Sokoloff.

The final ballot for the 2006 Bram Stoker Awards has been announced and Ghost Road Blues by Jonathan Maberry is up for a Superior Achievement in a Novel award.

The Harrowing by Alexandra Sokoloff along with Jonathan’s Ghost Road Blues is up for a Superior Achievement in a First Novel award.

Congratulations to both authors.

Finn, Again

Have I said enough about Jon Clinch’s Finn yet? Not in my opinion though I have yet to read it. Not that I don’t want to, mind you. It’s just that it hasn’t yet been released. I have read early drafts of some of it, enough to more than whet my appetite. The buzz on this book is reaching epic proportions. Entertainment Weekly just rated it an A, and a top pick. HERE is the article.

And, I got an e-mail yesterday letting me know that my copy is in at my local bookstore. Of course I didn’t check my mail until late, long after the store had closed. And they’re closed today and tomorrow because of the holiday. DRAT! Now I have to wait for Tuesday and you can bet I’ll be there the moment they open.

Hell’s Belles is Hot!

Like your sex scenes smoking? Want a rowdy good story to go with it? What about more laughs than you’ll get in a month of Saturday Night Live reruns? Well, here’s what you gotta do: go out and buy Hell’s Belles by Jackie Kessler.

Jackie has a sharp and witty style that will have you doubled over in your chair with laughter and turning the pages faster than you can say ‘get thee behind me, Satan, you’re blocking my light’. And, if you happen to be a guy type person, you may want to consider putting on the extra baggy pants if you plan to read this out in public. Trust me!

Thanks, Jon

Finn I’m sending Jon Clinch an early thank you. The release of his novel Finn is still a week away and in preparation for that event I decided to reread The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. It’s been like being reintroduced to a long lost friend.

I ran with Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, Hank Morgan and many other Twain creations way back when I was a boy growing up in Detroit. They, and others, led me to places far beyond the bleak boundaries of my working class and all too often hostile neighborhood. Words were like that for me. Words were my salvation. The library was my time machine, the books lined up on those dusty old shelves my destinations. Many were the times when I wanted nothing more than to slip between the soft white pages of a book and live within forever.

But I grew up instead and many of those friends fell by the wayside, to be replaced by many others over the years. Words were still my salvation. I came to own the books on my own set of shelves, shelves that never grew dusty because they were always in use.

In my mid-thirties I found a complete set of Twain at a university library that was weeding its collection. I snatched that puppy up and went on a Twain binge, reading all the books I had never read, or even knew existed, when I was a kid. Having read and reread Tom and Huck and Hank so many times in my pre and early teens, I ignored those volumes.

Until now.

It’s closing in on half a century since I ran with those boys. I started Huck yesterday and I’ve been laughing and crying and stirring up memories. I’m mid-way through Huck and Jim’s adventure now and I don’t want it to end. I want to dig out a pair of raggedy jeans, slip off my shoes, dive into the Mississippi and swim out to their raft. Smoke a pipe, catch a cat fish, pull a straw hat down over my eyes and sleep the day away on Jackson Island or debate with Jim the wisdom of “Sollermun”.

And for that I have Jon Clinch to thank.

Tom. Hank. I’ll be with you boys in just a bit, just as soon as I finish up with Huck and spend some dark moments with Pap. Keep a lantern lit. I’ll call.