He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
The Road – Cormac McCarthy
The road that I want to talk about is not the one McCarthy shows us in his dark and terrifying novel. I had to work in a quote because I love the book. If Cormac McCarthy wrote a phone book, I would read it.
Today’s journey took us along the road to the almost-empty Blackball. Once a busy mining town, the town almost disappeared when the mine closed in 1961. As the miners left the hippies arrived, attracted by the lure of abandoned housing. Their artistic and oddball influence are reflected in the town today.
We ended our day’s journey in Otira, near the western side of the Southern Alps. Here, the Quirky dial was turned up a notch or two.
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