{"id":13299,"date":"2015-05-30T05:00:05","date_gmt":"2015-05-30T13:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/?p=13299"},"modified":"2015-05-26T16:08:34","modified_gmt":"2015-05-27T00:08:34","slug":"from-the-aprilmay-zephyr-red-rock-countryby-damon-falke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/30\/from-the-aprilmay-zephyr-red-rock-countryby-damon-falke\/","title":{"rendered":"(From the April\/May Zephyr) Red Rock Country\u2026by Damon Falke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Uncle Lloyd took me fishing on a creek above a ghost town in the San Juan Mountains.\u00a0 He did not take me fishing above a village or an undiscovered community.\u00a0 He took me fishing above a town of ruins, of remnants, of no people.\u00a0 The dilapidated sheds and buildings sat quiet in the little valley, keeping the peculiar silence of a place abandoned.\u00a0 Old blankets, all of them dusty and stained, stayed on the few iron beds still in the cabins.\u00a0 Drinking glasses and deer mounts were left hanging in what had been a saloon.\u00a0 The place was quiet.\u00a0 The place was full of ghosts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>To read more, click the image below:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/?p=7856\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-13300\" src=\"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/joansview3A-e1425421667432.jpg\" alt=\"joansview3A\" width=\"500\" height=\"355\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/?p=7856\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/www.<wbr \/>canyoncountryzephyr.com\/?p=<wbr \/>7856<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Excerpt: Uncle Lloyd took me fishing on a creek above a ghost town in the San Juan Mountains.\u00a0 He did not take me fishing above a village or an undiscovered community.\u00a0 He took me fishing above a town of ruins, of remnants, of no people.\u00a0 The dilapidated sheds and buildings sat quiet in the little [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13299","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13299","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13299"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13302,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13299\/revisions\/13302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.canyoncountryzephyr.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}