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~Razing Arizona~ part one
| by joey racano As we pushed across the southwestern border of California, an opressive dry heat forced the sun down below red rocks that set the Arizona sky on fire. The desert highway spat up an endless row of white lines, the tongues of a thousand Gila monsters; scarlet clouds chased each other slowly across the sky, each the haunted spirit of an Apache warrior, bannished to a reservation. Miles of giant wind turbines stood sentry on a shimmering horizon, an army of ghostly apparitions wildly spinning their arms to create 'green' energy for white men. Like a painted, galloping steed, the RV rolled on. River after river lay choking in the dust, their sandy riverbeds telling a forensic story of insatiable greed, welcoming us with skull and crossbones to an arid land where spirit is slave, and mindless development is king. Unable to be saved by the bell, the heat scored a TKO as we pulled into the KOA; a campground at what was once Apache Junction. Exhausted and dehydrated, we hooked up and lay down. NEXT: 'Apache Junction' |
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