The first time I found myself on the ups and downs of the Lemon Loop Trail on San Luis Mountain, switch-backing the easterly lower half, the 101 falling farther below to the right, endless whine of determined vehicle engines muffled, yet still present, I was shuttled down into a small canyon-like space and came upon this:
How could I have thought anything else? – Ladies Choice.
Maybe from the corner of my left eye, maybe gravity’d down to a direct seeing, there was this cactus, anthropomorphic in all its succulent energy, dancing as if there was no one to see. Dancing fool. Forever hearing, above the far-away traffic, Chris Montez – “Keep on Dancing.” And no surprise, upon my arrival, absolutely clear with this boundless offer: “Hey there, big boy, care to take a spin around the planet a time or two?”
How could I say no?
from a mountain bench 
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