We just held the latest (52nd?) edition of our Cinco de Mayo celebration in the San Rafael desert. For the most part, the weather was great, but there was a lot of dust. However, a nice shower on Saturday night tamped down the dust and left us with a fine and mellow evening.
One goal this year was to spend some time on Saturday trying to locate the head of the Black Box. The San Rafael river spends most of its time near the surface, but at certain points in its wanderings, the river creates deep and narrow canyons, the Black Box and the Little Black Box. After hiking down some dubious roads to overlooks, we found one that gave us sight of the beginnings of the Black Box. Here is the river curving towards the Black Box:
And then the river begins to carve into the canyon. One can see the beginnings of the canyon walls.
On the way back, we found yet more evidence of an ancient alien presence:
The aftermath of Saturday's brief storm left us with a fine sunset around the old campfire:
On Sunday we held services for our old friend Tom Zeidler. He died a couple years ago, rather suddenly, and we lost our favorite bartender, amateur anthropologist, literary critic, and friend. Tom was also a fixture of the early Cinco years. His family contributed some of his ashes for us to release into the river...