LANCE GAMBRELL – POSTCARD FROM PHANTOM RANCH

Postcard from Phantom Ranch

The sights of the inner canyon are breathtaking. Color changing rocks, reflecting the rays of the sun. Each layer opens a chapter of the Earth’s history, and with our friends Merrell, Kelty & MSR we travel back in time. The rocks around me can be as old as 1.8 billion years in age. FYI – A billion seconds is 31 years! But now, in this moment of time, I am on the screened-in porch of the bunkhouse; listening to the wind play with the leaves of the cottonwoods! Join me for a trip next year!

Tonight’s inner canyon menu:
personal Caesar salad,
backpacked steak,
Tecate X4.

wish you were here,
Lance

LANCE GAMBRELL – “TERMS OF SERVICE”

“Terms of Service”

A friend recently reminded me of the limited “terms of service” that she came with.

In the background, Ella Fitzgerald climbs a scale that we both saw coming; before the cholla.

No single hiker has ever felt sorry for me; least of all Ella.

BLEAK BUT TRADITIONAL – LANCE GAMBRELL

I have watched the leaves turn colors.

Now, with frost, they lay dead on the ground.

SUMMER AT 7,000 – LANCE GAMBRELL

SUMMER AT 7,000 Summer gets me drunk because I don’t think; I jump in, head-first. It’s like the folklore of the 60s and 70s; simplified America, beyond recognition. Mark U. says that I am a conosuer of characters. Cluckasourus agrees. All I want is to change a life, all I need is a dopamine release, […]

Cacti Fur

a poetry dry ground

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LANCE GAMBRELL – POSTCARD FROM PHANTOM RANCH

LANCE GAMBRELL – “TERMS OF SERVICE”

BLEAK BUT TRADITIONAL – LANCE GAMBRELL

SUMMER AT 7,000 – LANCE GAMBRELL