Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

that stuffed a large plastic crate with what each family
should always have available. Water, a plasticized map of
the USA, food (don’t forget the dog!) and of course a giant
size bottle of Clorox against the germs (!). ‘Be ready for
the weather. Now!’, turned out to be the message, brought
to us thanks to Clorox, worlds absolutely best detergent.
“You’ll feel so much more secure”, the blond lady summed
up life with a survival kit and Clorox. Everyone promises
enlightenment.
In the meantime we cross Goblin Valley, passing red
rocks, steeply rising from the planes, the edges carrying
nature’s sculpture. A row of meditating monkeys, a conference
table, a raised finger with a ball on top. Amongst
that all of a sudden: water, green and people. The Desert
Motel, Kitty’s breakfast - lunch - dinner, a school bus, a
shop with groceries & general supplies and a shop with
nice stones.
Or the real loners. Like a piece of land down the road
covered with some crooked wooden structures, a worn
down camper and a rusty iron fence around it all. On the
fence is a wooden sign with burnt out letters. ‘Old Gill’s
Town’. And underneath that: ‘stay out’. Behind the town
of Gill, the mountains rise as a protecting temple with
perfectly rounded pillars.
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