PROLOGUE TO THE "I CAN'TA- BEAR-IT TALES"
by Jeff Chaucer (well-known DPSer)
with assistance from Sherry Harsh
When that Aprille, with his shoures sudden
The snows of March hath melted into muden
And drenched ev'ry wash in sich licour,
of which vertu there blooms the desert flower.
Whan that the Burro wilde begins to bray
Then longen folke to drive up Trona way.
When Zephyr's sweet spring breezes come aliven
Inspiring campers, vans, and four wheel driven,
The tender footed climbers doth emerge
And toward the desert start their springtime surge.
Yea, dust off bootes and packes, and their courage
Then longen folke to go on pilgrimage.
And specially, from ev'ry County's ende
In California to Trona faire they wende.
The tasty desert Burro for to seeke
That they might eat when they hath clomb the peake.
Then longen folke fair Argus Peake to climben
And round the campfire dreadful poems to rhymen.
For DPS folke do make melodye
And singen all ye night loude and off-keye!
Forsooth, around the campfire bright and warm
The Ancient rite of Desert Rat perform.
But ill of the goode groupe let no one thinke
For gladly would we climbe and gladly drinke!
Now that Norm & Ron Have Made their Hit
There'll Be a Few Less Piles of Burro Droppings
By Adrienne Knute
Yes, Burros make a tasty dish
But I'll just bet that they all wish
They never met up with 'ol Ron Jones
Cuz they'll all end up as a pile of bones.
In the desert sun we romp and play
As the desert deer send up a frightful bray.
Now here we are at Number 5
That's two more burros that ain't alive.
All in the name of Argus Peak
And the DPS and the list we seek.
The recipe's simple--Bury in ground
Heap hot coals high all around
Then roast this critter til he's done clear thru
So here's to the 5th Argus climb and Barbeque!
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ANSWERS TO "KNOW YOUR DESERT PEAKS"
A. Sheephole B. Kingston