Duly noted. I never grew the Purple Bastard. I grew Purple Bastard Haze and just went off what Connoisseur listed as the genetics in that. It was a long time ago. Limited release.
* Soma’s G13/Haze has no “Haze” in it
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Duly noted. I never grew the Purple Bastard. I grew Purple Bastard Haze and just went off what Connoisseur listed as the genetics in that. It was a long time ago. Limited release.
* Soma’s G13/Haze has no “Haze” in it
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Pablos! I come on every several months to check older gear in my albums and yesterday I logged in to show my 70 yr old grower friend some pics of a few giant Stardawgs he ran back in 2015-ish and some other misc. Long story short I was telling him, he might have seen it all but he never had the Purple Bastard dread-locky hazey females. On my life and I turned and saw your fairly recent post, boom...Chaco. ;'-)
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Where it is? Still…to this minute…smoking flowers (Sister 3 at the moment) from my 2022 garden…breaking vacc ozs out of storage at a convenience. Still works great for me. Not short on weed. No.
Running mountains? Absolutely. Still a disciple of the discipline. Suffering you know….folded both ankles over the last summer…couple weeks apart….but ran through it all. 50-70 miles a week…much elevation gains and losses (not that I count them all…means nothing..measurements) the hours on body and mind…lot of time alone but I never feel that is bad at all…it’s meditation…dogging into the forward grind of never ending trail. It’s all the same trail. Up or Down. Only the mountain can judge.
* 2025 marks my 18th year dedicated to running mountains. A lot has changed…but not my desire to keep pushing on. It’s very simple. It’s not easy though. Simple is not Easy. Very painful.
Painting/inking? I go on binges that last a few days at a time. Go months in between…nothing happens in the summer months at all…other things going on. The art thing comes out of nowhere goes nowhere I just like to do it. Colors/patterns…sprays and paint markers on cardboard…or just Sharpies on paper…same…achieves what it does
Who reads this shit? This is the first post I have made on any sort of social media in over a year easy…probably getting closer to 2 ?….i have not much interest in this kind of thing anymore…funny to post anything for me at this point….being into a very different reality than the electronic drug induced blah blah that eventually besets everyone participating.
I’ll remain honestly self centered as always….but Gypsy did not delete my account so here’s a share for anybody left who remembers
Pablos
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Awesome pics... please continue posting... you are inspiring
Regards
Regards
Magic on the Navajo Nation two seasons ago. Had to pull over to take a break from hour after hour of driving in the middle of Nowhere New Mexico. Driving for the government you understand…up to a fire they had around Navajo Lake to backhaul hose pulled off the fire. Up there it’s all natural gas wells that have to be shut down when there is fire. Costs millions of $$$ each day the wells are down…so there is always pressure to get the fires out…and get the wells pumping. New Mexico is all about pumping out oil and gas…mining copper.
…the dog. This pit bull is almost a replica of my dog Homes (died more than a decade ago at 15)…..wandering alone in the desert never got too close to me but just kept staring. Maybe it was the long day of driving two lane roads across mountains and desert…I don’t know…but it was very strange to me. Anybody who has driven up around Chaco…Shiprock or really anywhere in the outbacks (most the State) of New Mexico South East West or North probably has had similar experiences. Comes with the desolation of the landscape. Can’t really be explained.
The summer desert pressure, heat, and glare off the bug smeared bloodied windshield….winds that blow dust and you off the road…slamming blinding monsoonal cloudbursts in which I just guesstimate where the road is going and truly feel the Force to guide me to destinations.
Over miles of pavement or miles of two track dirt roads….sometimes not even sure where the hell I’m going until I see a piece of pink flagging which indicates I am getting close to a turn or a drop spot…can’t even see the fires or their headers much of the time. You can’t rely on Google maps or cell service…..
I had a meeting today to get all the bullshit yearly paperwork done so I can go drive all summer long crisscrossing New Mexico and Arizona. It’s similar to running mountains…even my assignments are called “runs”….work alone…responsible just for myself with only a guideline of safety precautions I must adhere to. Yes people are awaiting my arrival…sometimes it’s imperative that I am in a certain place at a certain time (especially at the beginning of a new fire…the people on the ground need their communication equipment pronto or it’s difficult for them to do their jobs) but that’s the game. I’m independent of the fires though. No fire camps for me. Either hotel rooms or I camp in whatever I’m driving.
* I’ve found new places to camp/run because of this job. I’ve gone back to places already and run them. I camped in a place in the Mogollon Mountains after dropping gear to an obscure fire last summer…then went back a month later with the wife and camped in the same spot.
** When I am called I have 10 minutes to answer the bell. If I take the assignment I generally have 1 hr to be at the airport to pick up whatever I am driving (could be an SUV, Van, Pickup, 12’ box, 26’ box…I never know until I get there) and another 15 minutes to get on the road once I sign the paperwork and accept the responsibility. They don’t fuck around. I don’t load or unload (I do help unload usually though. I can’t just not help out those poor fuckers on the fires when they’re all torn and frayed. I remember.)
So I’m a desirable driver. They work with me. Guy in charge knows I’m generally out running when they call (4 times last season I was called off the mountain in a rush rush kind of deal) so I set my runs up so I’m never more than 5 miles from my truck…and I set it up so that my truck is always below me…so if I am called from 5 miles out (happens) I have a downhill sprint to my truck. I’ve only missed one assignment in 2 seasons…and that was because I dipped out of cell service. But anyway…I get some leeway on when I can be there. Sometimes I need 2 hrs and not an hour. We negotiate unless it’s immediate need.
Camp spot at the trailhead I camped overnight while working in the Mogollon Mountains…dropping off hose and portable pumps to crews…driving regulations required me to stop driving and camp. Can’t drive past 2200 or before 0500. Or for more than 10 hrs (this ends up actually being 12 hrs because of mandatory breaks every couple hrs etc) ….rules rules rules…of course it’s acceptable to drive some machine into places said machine is not really designed to go…as long as…you do it “safely”
Pictures are from when we (mewife) came back to camp and run it. It’s a nice long dirt road that takes you over the mountains from Mogollon up past Reserve….probably 40-50 miles of dirt road all and all. The Mogollons are over 10,0000’….not really many people are out on those trails. Nobody we saw in 3 days of running. Only about 2 hrs from my house….yet not. Big fire scars up in there (like most everywhere in the West) but it’s the Gila Wilderness. Not much help coming your way. Hit or miss cell service. You are free. You are on your own. Beautiful
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Trash can art I did for a neighbor a while back.
Smoking Sister 17 and well cured bubble hash from ‘22 garden. The vac bags have kept the herb fresh. Breaks out like brick compress. Lost some weight but potency and flavor still intact. Hash is kept in a jar in the fridge. Herb is kept in the coldest part of the house in the dark. Still have pounds and pounds.
Been on an art binge for the last week. Messing around with Sharpies on paper. In the last couple days I came up with a method of creating a watercolor like effect by laying Sharpie ink on a table top then adding 91% isopropyl alcohol to the surface/ink and putting the paper down on top and pressing the ink into the paper.
I can’t draw. Can not reproduce an image. I do not have the gift. I can follow patterns and mix my colors until I can see. Each one comes as it comes never to be redone…in this way I can be original if nothing else.
To be able to let go and let something be what it’s going be….not to think it
….doing it over and over for no other reason develops a style I suppose or exposes limitations if one were to let it
Pushing forward. No other way to go.
Starting to see
Where it took me
New shoes. Altra Lone Peak 7 and 8. My wife hustles her online stores buying/selling…thrifter she is. She gets me the shoes on the cheap. Lone Peak are now in the 9 generation. Picking up the 7 and 8 generations now. Not much has changed in the generations. Marketing. I started in the 1.5 (when they were still doing the .5 thing) generation back in like 2010. I haven’t continuously run in the Lone Peaks these years in between…but after folding my ankles this past summer in Speedgoats (Hoka) my feet protested going back into heavily foamed shoes. I even ran in old school canvas Vans while I rehabbed my ankles. Got to listen to the body. It’s a thing. The force. Back in Lone Peaks on the cheap is the conclusion
The pair of Lone Peak 7 that are now replaced. I beat the shit out of my shoes…way overwear them until they are slippery treaded foam flat. Predicting the length of your slip is paramount to your tailbone or teeth.
The hole in the winter sky aspect. The constant high desert glare. Sun was warm. The 20 mph wind not so much. Snow/ice higher up only on the North/East aspects. Winter has been dry and mostly warm…even today was up to 47. Coming off a rest.
Discovered we had a cupping kit last week. I’ve been experimenting with cupping ever since. It does work for me. I don’t believe that it removes toxins or bad energy or whatever…but if I cup over a knot or any tension pulls and suction those spots….like an isolated deep tissue massage. I find it helps me. So now I’m going around with big purple hickeys all over my body. One of those people. Pressure those spots until they break apart. My body has been hammered for so long I have forgotten…well not even sure what mobility is like without some pain. You have to constantly work on shit. You quit it is over. Done. Fucked.
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