Got My Chips Cashed In

When at Stanford, I made the acquaintance of a ranching family who had kept cattle and horses on some of the huge swaths of land bought by Leland Stanford. They had been ranching for generations and they probably were there before the Stanfords. They were real cowboys. I phoned the son once .

“Where are you?”

“Neil, Not in California, I’m trucking cattle across the Texas border.”

What romance – that was a real job.

Today I trucked tables from Kunigami to OIST. Not quite so romantic but a wonderful drive. An artist who constructs and paints  byobu, er like paper screens, is opening an exhibition at the university on Thursday. He needs tables. He has tables but no way to transport them from the tiny remote village in the extreme North of the island where he lives. I volunteer to truck the tables across the Yanburu border.

Great truck

Great truck

Old boats

Old boats

A house for Gods in the village, Aga, where Ichiro san lives

A house for Gods in the village, Ada, where Ichiro san lives

Cattle

Cattle

Wonderful views on the 2 hour each way drive

Wonderful views on the 2 hour each way drive

Once the tables are safely corralled I go home and dive.

Little fish

Little fish

Newcastle supporters

Newcastle supporters

The dropoff. It goes down deep beyond that edge

The drop-off. It goes down deep beyond that edge

These are biggish fish who live deep.

These are biggish fish who live deep.

Friendly snake

Friendly snake

Big week next week, today good preparation.

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