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1/15/11  We got a bit of a late start leaving Gallup. We cruised west on rte 66 which is the main street of Gallup. We left it and got on rte 40 heading west toward the Petrified Forest National Park.
We stopped at the visitor center for 30 minutes, getting instruction, stamps and post cards. We took the 28 mile drive through the Forest which was nothing but sand, rock and a tiny bit of vegetation. 

    At a lookout stop, there were petrified tree trunks every where.  None over four feet in length.
    We left the Park, got on rte 180, breezed through Concho and on to Show Low.

    The hundred miles from Show Low to Globe, Arizona is the most desolate stretch of road in the USA. We went through three or four Apache Reservations.

    The twenty miles through the Salt River Canyon Wilderness Area produce the most spectacular sights. The canyon walls were sheer up in places similar to the Hudson River Palisades, only about five times higher.

    We would be at 7000 feet and look across the canyon and see tiny vehicles climbing on the opposite side. Later we would be there climbing again.

    I was driving and Jeanne wouldn't let me stop at a lookout if it was on her side. She said there was nothing but nothing below.

    We finally escaped the Salt River canyon and got into ordinary mountains on our way to Globe, Arizona, our resting place for Saturday night.

    We got two takeout dinners from the Country Kitchen. Jeanne gave them a thumbs down.

    We plan on being back home in Gila, New Mexico tomorrow night. We haven  t decided on a route yet. 
    Jeanne wants to see a Saguaro Cactus!!!

    Luckily I bought a six pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale last night in Gallup. No opener. I have
  to see the inn keeper for a church key.

1/15/11  We got a bit of a late start leaving Gallup. We cruised west on rte 66 which is the main street of Gallup. We left it and got on rte 40 heading west toward the Petrified Forest National Park.
We stopped at the visitor center for 30 minutes, getting instruction, stamps and post cards. We took the 28 mile drive through the Forest which was nothing but sand, rock and a tiny bit of vegetation. 

    At a lookout stop, there were petrified tree trunks every where.  None over four feet in length.
    We left the Park, got on rte 180, breezed through Concho and on to Show Low.

    The hundred miles from Show Low to Globe, Arizona is the most desolate stretch of road in the USA. We went through three or four Apache Reservations.

    The twenty miles through the Salt River Canyon Wilderness Area produce the most spectacular sights. The canyon walls were sheer up in places similar to the Hudson River Palisades, only about five times higher.

    We would be at 7000 feet and look across the canyon and see tiny vehicles climbing on the opposite side. Later we would be there climbing again.

    I was driving and Jeanne wouldn't let me stop at a lookout if it was on her side. She said there was nothing but nothing below.

    We finally escaped the Salt River canyon and got into ordinary mountains on our way to Globe, Arizona, our resting place for Saturday night.

    We got two takeout dinners from the Country Kitchen. Jeanne gave them a thumbs down.

    We plan on being back home in Gila, New Mexico tomorrow night. We haven  t decided on a route yet. 
    Jeanne wants to see a Saguaro Cactus!!!

    Luckily I bought a six pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale last night in Gallup. No opener. I have
  to see the inn keeper for a church key.

1/15/11  We got a bit of a late start leaving Gallup. We cruised west on rte 66 which is the main street of Gallup. We left it and got on rte 40 heading west toward the Petrified Forest National Park.
We stopped at the visitor center for 30 minutes, getting instruction, stamps and post cards. We took the 28 mile drive through the Forest which was nothing but sand, rock and a tiny bit of vegetation. 

    At a lookout stop, there were petrified tree trunks every where.  None over four feet in length.
    We left the Park, got on rte 180, breezed through Concho and on to Show Low.

    The hundred miles from Show Low to Globe, Arizona is the most desolate stretch of road in the USA. We went through three or four Apache Reservations.

    The twenty miles through the Salt River Canyon Wilderness Area produce the most spectacular sights. The canyon walls were sheer up in places similar to the Hudson River Palisades, only about five times higher.

    We would be at 7000 feet and look across the canyon and see tiny vehicles climbing on the opposite side. Later we would be there climbing again.

    I was driving and Jeanne wouldn't let me stop at a lookout if it was on her side. She said there was nothing but nothing below.

    We finally escaped the Salt River canyon and got into ordinary mountains on our way to Globe, Arizona, our resting place for Saturday night.

    We got two takeout dinners from the Country Kitchen. Jeanne gave them a thumbs down.

    We plan on being back home in Gila, New Mexico tomorrow night. We haven  t decided on a route yet. 
    Jeanne wants to see a Saguaro Cactus!!!

    Luckily I bought a six pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale last night in Gallup. No opener. I have
  to see the inn keeper for a church key.

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About the Author
 
Tenth and final child of Irving and Charlotte Lynch. Born October 26, 1932 on the family farm in Berlin, Maryland.
 
Started school in 1938 at the Buckingham Elementary School and graduated from Buckingham High in 1949.
 
He enlisted in the Army in January 1951 along with George Johnson and Bill Davidson. Basic training was at Camp Rucker, Alabama. In September of 1951, he was sent to Germany.
 
He attended the NCO Academy in Munich, Mines, Demolition and Booby Trap School in Murnau and Radio Operators School in Karlsruhe.
 
Enrolled at Salisbury State Teachers College in January of 1955.
Graduated in October 1958. He taught school in Baltimore, Ocean City, Pocomoke and Berlin. All located in Maryland.
 
He wrote his first novel, Edgar Cayce and the Sheriff in 1990. His second novel, Murder, Wetlands and an Endangered Species was written two years later.


​THE SECOND COMING

     Someone was walking up our lane while we were having breakfast.  When the person got closer, we recognized Dolores.

     I glanced across the table at Jeanne. “What in the hell is Dolores doing walking up our lane at breakfast time?”

     Jeanne didn't answer, instead she waved at Dolores. “Dolores, how nice you came to visit. How about joining us for breakfast?”

      Dolores shook her head for at least ten seconds. “Where are Joseph and Mary?”

     “Who? Joseph and Mary who? What's their last name?”

     Dolores scratched her forehead. “I don't know. Joseph is an out of work carpenter and Mary is going to have a baby very soon.” Dolores pulled a tablet from a bag and studied it intently.

     I leaned close to Jeanne and whispered, “I think she fell from the turnip truck this morning. Sometimes her six pack is shy a can.” I turned back to Dolores. “What's on your tablet? Does it have a GPS system?”

     Dolores examined her tablet, turning it over and looking at both sides. She nodded. “Something similar. It says Joseph and Mary are here or soon will be here.”

     Jeanne spoke before I could answer.
“I can assure you Joseph and Mary are not here. You sure you won't have some breakfast with us.”

     Dolores face showed befuddlement. “No, no. I must have made a mistake. Excuse me please, I have to go now.” She turned and began walking quickly out the lane. After a few steps, she broke into a trot.

     “What do you think is going on?” Jeanne leaned over the railing watching Dolores trot out the lane. “Something is going on. Did you see the shooting star last night? It went directly over our house. It lit up the whole neighborhood. Was there anything about it on WBOC news this morning?”

     I took my time chewing on the sausage. Something really odd was going on. Elvis was seen in Brazil last week and Trump is our president. “They said something about a large meteor or the tail end of a comet lighting up the sky. Whatever it was either burned up in the atmosphere or kept on going and escaped the earth's gravity. It could be half way to Mars by now”