Home on the desert range
The desert was my home for 11 months. I lived out here, not like jesus, but i did my work out here working LP/OPs and did we get bored..but this was the time when we founf the best and worst out of each other. We told the best stories, seen the weirdest shit like weird lookin lights at night like UFOs and shit, and cows, cows laying in the middle of pastures...
The desert had small dust storms ( none compare to the ones i would encounter 15 months after this date) and was my own personal zoo..not that i was in charge or kept up with them, but i always loved to be surprised with the notion i would never know what 'wild' animal would appear...roadrunner? jack rabbits? scorpions, coyotes..rattlesnake?!
We told tales of El Chupacabre ( sum monster that supposely sucked the blood out of animals, La Runa ( the Crying Lady) and ghosts out in the desert..like 'Noria', use to get the creeps about the tales of the Chinese working on a railroad and were worked to death...
We even spent a few months living on-site. which sucked, i use to get so paranoid about a lil mouse crawling into my sleepin bag or even worse a snake. Ive spent hours walking around mounds and areas and getting into simple-mindless trouble because of lack of entertainment..
i was taken out the field after 8 months, had to work in a office, yuck, what a headache that was.
