Awake to the colors of Carson City, Nevada, with
two chairs
for the
red,
white,
and blue;
departing past quaint museums
and
querulous
malcontents,
south to the Sierra,
curving west
up the
semi-arid slopes
to the shores of
Lake Tahoe,
through Cave Rock Tunnel and the Stateline casino gauntlet
to Californian truth-in-advertising coffee.
Re-en(blueberry)sconced, we proceed again, against the flow of traffic,
past checkpoints and
the checkered pointilism of
granitic slopes curving over Echo Summit and
down into views of the
Desolation Wilderness,
with Pyramid Creek at full flow, in the bracing aquamarine sun reflected off of
Yosemite-like
Bald (we can relate) Mountain,
Eagle Rock, and
Sugarloaf, the latter precariously above exotic/downhome Kyburz.
Careening through Placerville's
crosswalks and
canyon
walls, we near
the familiar ridges of home, orchestrating the rest of The Opera of Daniel: VI. The Procession of Darius and beginning to do the same for
VII. The Lions' Den as the rockets' red glare roars all around, thankful for
location, location.
