Hello world!

so… Word press has this “Hello World!” auto post. They suggest you change it when you get started, and I was gonna… but it seemed an appropriate way to start.

So I say, hello world, here I am.

I am creating this blog to share the things I see when out riding my mountain bike. Doesn’t sound all that interesting does it. Well, you’re right, the stuff on it’s own is not particularly interesting. Actually, more than anything, it makes me angry that people use the world as their trash dump. But while I continue on riding after I come across these artifacts left by losers, I stew. I simmer, thinking that there is no good reason for people to dump anything in the desert.  So I started taking photos to email to the local enforcement agency, and had a thought… what if there was a perfectly good reason this particular item ended up here?

So I offer to the world these photos, of some bizarre items, and the stories my equally bizarre imagination concocted to explain how they might have gotten there.

I’ll try to make it fun.

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I’m outta here and I’m taking my damn bed!

It’s hard to carry your only belonging when you were born without thumbs… Dexter was a good dog. He tried hard to master all of the dog arts. He could sit, and stay and heel. He wagged his tail when his owner came home and hardly ever snatched food out of the hands of small children. Sadly, Dexter’s days were spent alone, outside, peering in through the glass door at the warm happy life his humans were living inside. It wasn’t so much that the outside was bad, it was just lonely. He was confined to a fenced yard, unable to go inside and lick his humans , unable to run wild and find new friends. He wanted most to lick the humans (they taste like bacon) but if they were just going to banish him to the backyard, why would they not let him free? One day, Dexter smelled the fine aroma of bagel dogs, his favorite food, wafting from the side yard of his house arrest prison. When he rounded the side of the house he saw that his humans had discarded some of the delicacies, half eaten, but failed to fully secure the garbage can lid. Dexter knew that eating out of the garbage was strictly against the rules, but the smell was intoxicating. Quietly Dexter rooted in the wonderful smelling garbage until his tongue was wrapped around the dough wrapped pork remnants. MMMM, it was heaven, it was more than that, it was possibilities and hope and all that Dexter could imagine  wrapped in a convenience food. Dexter was drunk with the idea of how one small joy could change his bleak outlook. At that moment he knew he had to strive for more, to break free from his captivity. He wasn’t sure how he would survive, but he knew with a belly full of bagel dog and his favorite dog bed, he would be okay on his own. So he snatched his dog bed up in his bagel breath filled snout and jumped up on the trash can. From the trash can he clambered  over the fence and into freedom. Dexter drug his bed along with him, out of the sub-division, down a dirt road and into the desert. He  wasn’t sure what he would find, but he felt free for the first time in his life. After a mile or so Dexter was pretty tired of dragging the bed. He saw lots of bunnies and squirrels and coyotes, and none of them were carrying beds. So, somewhere out near the power distribution plant on the edge of town, Dexter left his bed and with it the last shackles of his human captors. Sometimes, on a nice afternoon, you can hear Dexter frolicking and barking, playing aside all of the free bunnies and squirrels and coyotes.