{"id":679,"date":"2014-05-18T04:17:07","date_gmt":"2014-05-18T12:17:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/?p=679"},"modified":"2014-05-25T00:32:32","modified_gmt":"2014-05-25T08:32:32","slug":"its-not-valley-of-the-kings-but-its-damn-close","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/2014\/05\/its-not-valley-of-the-kings-but-its-damn-close\/","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s not Valley of the Kings, but it&#8217;s damn close"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-686 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/DSC06489-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/DSC06489-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/DSC06489-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>I honor the eight-year-old me whenever I can. As a third grader in Mrs. Gutherie&#8217;s classroom, my mind was buzzing with the information that a group of diggers discovered King Tut&#8217;s tomb in 1922, the year my father and Jack Kerouac were born.<\/p>\n<p>I had also just come back from my first family camping trip in Anza-Borrego State Park. The desert&#8211;its hidden promises, its buried possibilities&#8211;was borrowing into my brain. I became certain that I myself was going to become an archaeologist, barge up the Nile, lead a trip to Valley of the Kings, and discover more tombs filled with more wonderful things.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I now live in a desert town. A town remote and small enough, dry and rocky enough, and scruffy and sandy enough. It&#8217;s not Valley of the Kings, but it&#8217;s damn close. My eight-year-old self is on her third year in this most wondrous of places. Sage and slickrock and sand and showy yellow-headed collared lizards. A town that invites discoveries and finds of every variety, human and artistic. Eight-year-old me has come into the light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I honor the eight-year-old me whenever I can. As a third grader in Mrs. Gutherie&#8217;s classroom, my mind was buzzing with the information that a group of diggers discovered King Tut&#8217;s tomb in 1922, the year my father and Jack Kerouac were born. I had also just come back from my first family camping trip [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-moab"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=679"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":744,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/679\/revisions\/744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathygrossman.com\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}