Still too hot for more than a short hike, but there had been rain; there’s hope for a cooler season. The gaiters need mending:
…but—next to the fallen foundation of a Navajo hogan—that old blue enamel coffee pot may be beyond repair.
On the Dinetah. A long, bright canyon ruined with pump stations and the smell of gas. A four-point buck bounded away with noiseless leaps; it stopped on the far side of the wash and looked at me.
Doug said the spacing of hogans in a historic Navajo dwelling cluster is “shouting distance”: a son-in-law may not see his mother-in-law, yet family groups must communicate. He demonstrated this by shrieking, mother-in-lawishly, “Dor-eeeen!”
WORLD-BUILDING and WILDERNESS: 