I'd taken the time to post something on facebook about today being exactly one year to the day since the impetus for the blog started. Riding into work this morning (on what was possible the best morning ever) I scrolled through the mental files of all that had happened; faces seen, conversations, places I'd slept, etc, etc, etc. By the time I got to Starbucks, the thought came to me to check up on Mr. Dick Moyle, of the Arrey, RV. Of all the amazingly unexpected conversations I had during the trek out to San Diego, and points beyond, the 3 hour conversation with Dick stands as the most interesting - maybe the most interesting of my life.
What started out as a quick comment from me about aliens (New Mexico...) grew into a conversation marked with historical points of interesting second only to your favorite PBS special, and conspircies theories strong enough to get Oliver Stone's attention.
Beyond all that, the graceousness of Dick was ripe with humor:
"You can camp there... (plot of sand, covered in large stones, few broken bottles, some dead cacti, oh, 'and gold...'), or you can stay there (the club house to his RV park.)"
The club house was really his second apartment, complete with a TV, fold out couch, and stocked refrigerator. I was left alone and told, ordered rather, to eat everything in the frig as Dick was concerned about my trek up and over Emory Pass the next day.
I learned this morning after going to the Arrey RV park website that Dick had passed away on December 3, 2009, just a few weeks after I had the pleasure of making his acquaintance.
The html is a little off with blogger, but I've embedded a nice write about Dick's life, his family and about his eventual move to New Mexico. (The pictures referenced are out of sequence: Dick is sitting down, blue hat, pipe in his mouth, etc.)
