Only The Strong Survive
May 27, 2018
The desert takes no prisoners, only the strong survive. This is toward the end of spring, can you tell? A haze of heat forms over this dry and desolate place. But is all as it seems?
If ones cares enough to look instead of roaring by in a cloud of dust created by man made machines, there are treasures to behold. The first cactus blooms dot the ground in fuschia fire and tiny white asters nearly blend with the dry earth.
In a nice lull between man made dust clouds a Red Tailed Hawk blessed me with a visit. So close that I could see the colored feather pattern in his breast and belly, a missing feather in his tail. I spoke to him and fixed me with one amber eye as he circled around me. We’re on a cross country “journey” today my husband and I, so we head east to our next destination.
We follow the “powerline road” as it marches across this dry and rocky place. In the distance you can see Mount Garfield and the Grand Mesa. Do you see the beauty here or is it ugly and alien? Sagebrush and Mormon Tea are beginning to make their appearance. There is no water, only blistering sun……… only the strong survive.
At the top of a one powerline giant a mother crow sits sentinel. She surveys the baked land and the heat shimmery sky with her beady eye. Four black heads sprout from the nest at the junction. As we stop underneath the tower sh takes to the air in hopes of drawing us away from her young and we are treated to a quartet of grumpy voices asking mom where she is going. There is no shade….. only blistering sun…. only the strong survive.
We reach our next destination, a trip which has taken us about 2 miles cross desert to find a forest of yucca. the long wands, covered with white flowers wave in the breeze. In less than a month only dagger sharp leaves will be left. But for now we enjoy the view.
It’s a lesson that nothing lasts forever and that beauty, even when fleeting, should be savored and enjoyed. It’s image seared into your soul the way the sun sears the dry breast of the earth. Only the strong survive.
I think that it’s important to bookmark things of beauty in your mind. This is why I can look at my desert even in its harshest conditions and still see the beauty that lives there. A delicate overlay that reminds me “Yes! I’m still here. I am strong and will survive!
Words and photos are ©Cat/LBolotin 2018