The New Home 4
To the north of our house lies this rocky cliff, where I sometimes sit and contemplate the world. Other than the occasional school bus or a rare airplane, the only noise one can hear up there is the wind. Depending on the weather, it is a quiet rustling of the juniper or a long hissing through the cracks of the eroding sand stone boulders.
At night you can marvel at the oppulence of the firmament. For years I had not seen the Milky Way that brilliant. Jeddito’s few street lights can hardly be compared with the light pollution of the big cities. You barely notice them from up there and a bit further from the bluff you stand in complete darkness.
I labeled the day picture (click to zoom in) to help you orient yourself:
There is a few more town houses to the left, which together with the school premises and the chapter house (a sort of city hall for the settlements of the Navajos) form the town of Jeddito. Right behind our house, or across the main street further below, the wilderness starts.
The two-way satellite dish is what I am using right now to communicate with you. The phone line is al-grotto and there is no cable here. Highway 264 is our sole connection to the outside world (getting the mail, gas, shopping, etc.) and the dog den is the same I wrote about earlier.