Saturday, August 26, 2006

August 26, 2006
Woke up at three. Drunk Apaches in the next room, really having a great time. Decided to get up and read, "Frederick Remington: A Catalogue Raisonee, Volume I". Very inspiring. Thought I knew Remington but I guess I didn't. A relatively short career (twenty years, he died at 48), but prolific output. Plus, he traveled extensively in this part of the world, as early as 1886. Much insight into San Carlos, etc.

Drove down to Fort Apache at 9:30. Stopped in White River to look at Rev. Guenther's Lutheran Church. The same one where Alchesay walked into in 1922 and gave his blessing to. To think that The Top Secret Writer and I shook the hand of the man who shook the hand of Alchesay (he's in a famous photo with General Crook on his mule at Fort Bowie). Here's a photo of myself with Pastor Guenther and his daughter Cindy in front of the parrish home at White River.

Shot five rolls of film and another fifty shots off my digital. Then The Top Secret Writer and I drove to San Carlos to get the full effect of the two Apache Reservations and just how far apart they are, and how different. It was quite hot down on the Gila, but we got goo reference and good inspiration. Wrote a number of scenes, just viewing the real deal. That was worth the trip all by itself. "When you see it in person, you get it," The Top Secret Writer said, and I agreed.

Got back up on the rim at 7:30 and had dinner in a certain Apache casino. Wrote for another hour and then called it a night. A very successful trip. Going back to Cave Creek in the morning. The Top Secret Writer is going east, several hundred miles. We work well together. We often disagree, but when we agree it is pretty productive.

"If two men agree on everything, one of them is unnecessary."
—Old Vaquero Saying

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