I am eating breakfast at a Fairfield Inn in Tucumcari. And drinking coffee. Lots of coffee. I would like to make it home today. Sticking to the Interstate route, 40 to 25 to 10 adds an hour to the trip. So I’m getting on US 54 and heading SW cutting across New Mexico until I hit I10. We will see if I get tired and want to stop before Tucson. I’m getting an early start so I’m hoping for seeing the furry crew tonight: Hubster, Buddy, Jujube, Zippy, and Randy, though Randy has no fur. Randy is a turtle. Hubster is human.
This route will take me through Alamagordo. Does the name ring a bell? It should. The Trinity Test exploded the first atomic bomb at a site near Alamogordo. This was conducted by the Los Alamos scientists in 1945. Together all this was known as the Manhattan Project.
I will be passing by historic land, history thick in the air and the fabric of the universe today. I will maintain an air of reverence for how the world changed through events and processes transpired in that sandy country.
I have previously stopped at the Clovis site in the Blackwater Draw. Been through Roswell, too, but did not stop. To my mind the fervor of fictive narratives and the mythos of Roswell has always been related to the cultural vibrations of what we loosed on the world with Trinity.
Nothing quite as world-changing apparently happened via the elections yesterday. The patriarchy, the oligarchies, the kleptocracies, the corporatocracies are all alive and moving. But the era of kratocracy is he crumbling. You cannot put the genie back in the bottle keep the Jeannies out of office. This century 1945 – 2045 has framed types of change and rates of change which are truly unEarthly and out of touch with any sort of Gaian balance.
Mother Nature. Needed now more than ever.