Santa Fe, NM — Epilogue

Sitting on a public bench along the River Trail of The City Different, a soul muttered as writing in a note-book, “You . . . pretty, pink, and perky. You . . . secret, intimate, and hospitable. You . . . Fe, Santa, and Fe.”

The town’s mood covers people like a throw-blanket warms a couch-potato on a cold day; time after time, narrow streets carry folks in placid rambles, blocks after blocks, shades after shades; everywhere, to enchant sights, contractors had applied gallons of adobes, expressing newborns’ blushes, and fine hues. For boundless alibis, everybody adores Santa Fe of beloved New Mexico.

(Next, I had to stretch the rig toward the Queen City, the Banking Town, the Panthers Den; appeared the time for drifting back in Charlotte of North Carolina, at my Sweet Harbor — to prepare our next route across new US Vistas!)

[2015-09-24/26]


Written, Filmed, Edited and Directed by Philippe Bouyer-Gray.
Music by Steven Gooding (BMI) – Kingdom 2 Music (BMI)
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© Philippe Bouyer-Gray – 2015/2016 – All Rights Reserved.

Carlsbad Caverns, NM

I saw forming grottoed chimeras; I saw emitting aeons and eras; I saw figures performing eternity — I groped among grace and pace in caverns, Carlsbad Caverns of New Mexico.

Nevertheless, walking in spooky darkness that shroud gaps between major stalactites underlined by few spotlights, holding cold metallic rails that secure paths so as to avoid falls in faults, I dimmed in stress until returning at the surface, and on the road again, and safe.

In life, I lug two serious drawbacks; one is claustrophobia, and the other is being enslaved into it.

[2015-09-23]


Written, Filmed, Edited and Directed by Philippe Bouyer-Gray.
Music by Jack Waldenmaier (BMI) – Music Bakery Publishing (BMI)
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© Philippe Bouyer-Gray – 2015/2016 – All Rights Reserved.

Dunes and Rainbows

Climbing a desert’s huge dune at White Sands National Monument lent me the feeling of having  been reborn as an ant roaming on a mountain of whipped cream sprayed at the top of a big dessert’s treasure thrown through the vent of a cremation session. Fast I took few pictures and my flee.

Whence, a long (and quasi) nonstop ride has occured: I deserted the piles of ablaze sands of New Mexico, heading my scheduled next step, Carlsbad Caverns, also located in New Mexico, but chose a long detour via Texas onto more or less plain roads in order to round the mazy path over a range, to bypass El Paso, further on to adopt an almost straight line to the forever-faraway-caves, but sadly chose the detour dragging to deal with stout storms, low sights, and high floods, some odds delaying and forcing to take breaks on waysides, but for my sake, wisely urging to adjourn the planned goal, thus to pull the rig at the bottom of Guadalupe Mountains National Park, in Southwest Texas, where an all-year-long-opened RV-parking-lot greets worn out stagecoaches-and-crews.

The rain stopped, and a rare double-rainbow faded in, and (while looping in my mind a cue by Nux shouting at a furious Max, “What a day! What a lovely day!”) I breathed some fresh air . . . Then, before dusk, and followed by sorry-snores, in delight, a bed was climbed.

[2015-09-22]


Written, Filmed, Edited and Directed by Philippe Bouyer-Gray.
Music by Pierre Gerwig Langer (SESAC).
© Philippe Bouyer-Gray – 2015/2016 – All Rights Reserved.

Valley of Fires, NM

Horny planet! . . . “I effused, I flowed, I stained,” said Vulcan after laying his sheet of semen on that land which later earned the epithet: Valley of Fires.

[2015-09-22]


Written, Filmed, Edited and Directed by Philippe Bouyer-Gray.
Music by Amotz Plessner (BMI)  – In The Hat Publishing (BMI).
© Philippe Bouyer-Gray – 2015/2016 – All Rights Reserved.