We made the peak by around 11 am,
and, after a short chilly stay, headed back. Part way down the gully, we came
across a freshly-killed javelina that was still warm. His neck was bloody, and
we found fairly large cat tracks near his body. We were probably watched with
more than a little interest by whoever's dinner we were standing over. The
little wild pig was really a cute animal!
We reached the corral about 1:25,
and waited for Steve Smith to change a low tire. Brad and Joe had not fished,
as planned, but drove my car to Vegas! He told the change-girl that the nickels
were for the gum machines! They were back on time, so we all left the canyon,
picked up the other vehicles, and met at the new Bun Boy in Baker. (Less
thermometer!) The food is pretty good, and somehow Karen managed to get a peach
cobbler that wound up on nobody's bill.
Joe drove Paula Peterson back in her
Nissan, giving her a chance to practice on her new CB and to be a passenger for
a change. Joe, a firefighter from Mt Baldy, will be joining us on future trips.
I'm pretty sure that the trip and especially the happy-hour with Barbie's
chicken may have hooked Ken McElvany into participating on more DPS trips. We
all had a pretty good time! SJ |
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THE
COWBOY'S REINCARNATION
by Wallace McRae |
"What is reincarnation?",
a cowboy asked his friend,
"It starts", his old pal told him, "when your
life comes to its end.
They comb your hair and wash your neck and clean your
fingernails,
And put ya in a padded box away from life's travails.
Now the box and you goes in a hole that's been dug in the ground,
And
reincarnation starts in when you're planted beneath that mound.
Them clods
melts down just like the box and you who is inside,
And that's when you're
beginnin' your transformation ride.
And in a while the grass will grow
upon your rendered mound,
Until one day, upon that spot, a lonely flower is
found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower,
That
once was you and has now became your vegetative bower.
Now the flower
that the horse done eat, along with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and
muscle essential to the steed.
But there's a part that he can't use, and so
it passes through,
And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once
was you.
And if perchance I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I'll stop awhile and I'll ponder it, this object that I've found.
And
I'll think about reincarnation, of life, and death, and such,
And I'll come
away concludin', 'Why, you ain't changed all that much!" |
(contributed by Carol Breyde) |
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