in search of geologic time

On Friday we attempted to visit Gasbuggy. It was the last of the anomalous nuclear sites in New Mexico and Nevada that we had planned to visit on this journey.

The text from the postcard that I will send to Freeman Dyson in response,

Dear Freeman Dyson,
Gasbuggy. Northern New Mexico nested in a Colorado landscape.

The directions fall short, Apache tribal land meets Carson National Forest at indiscernible border. Up and down highway 64 with storms gathering in the sky. Pouring rain and lightning. Tires carve canyons into road. Impassable. Locals call this "monsoon season".

We sat at the entrance, 7 miles from the site and turned away. I did not feel Gasbuggy for myself, but did feel the force of this place.

1967, 29 kilotons at 4,2240 feet. A potential gas extraction project, failed due to unexpected radiation. I project my imagination into a forest clearing to see the monument. Poetic justice for the end of a 32-day journey that has no closure.

The last card of seven, thank you for receiving.

Jamie