Gay Philosopher's Clan - 17 JUL 61

17 Jul 61

M O U N T A I N   M A N

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Picked up BIG Cityboy Hammett at (yawn!) 5 A.M. just in from his Chicago home (elev: 550 ft!)  Rest of the crew at usual 7:30. Stopped at Federal Center to buy U.S. Geodetic Survey Contour Maps of Black Hawk Quadrangle for coming compass work.  Orientation of maps at mouth of Valley of Truth. Cityboys given first “privilege” of popping down on bellies and drinking ‘good crystal-clear” mountain stream water -- (with dropped in toilet paper floating past their noses).  Water sterilization lecture.  Set up Base Camp. Secured food & shelter. Discussed waste-elimination technique. (“Whatsa matter, Falcon; these intimate facts embarrassing?” “Heck no! I just gotta go, so hurry up with your talking!”)  International Hammock Wrestling Championship inconclusive draw. Bold heroes talk about hiking cross-country to California with lunch stop off in Utah. 

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Controlled duff-fire from Sunday afternoon still smoldering 24 hours later. Qiet Squirrel Tibbits (tentative Medicine Name) started lunch cookfire with 1 match and got checked out on log axing.

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   SOME IDES I MEDITATED UPON UP IN THE BOULDER SLOPE

   Meditation hour is the time I try to feel and ask “Why?” and “How?” about the things around me. Today I thought of birds and how they fly.  I thought on the rock formations. I thought of how people “tick” and I tried to think of some other personal problems. For some reason the sedimentary rocks here on Laughing Coyote Mountain are formed vertical.  I saw that a hawk can sore into the wind. I thought about people how they feel and think. I reasoned about gravity. If you drop a heavy rock and a light rock at the same time they will hit the bottom of hawk cliff at the same time. I enjoy to meditate and open up my mind and heart.

Soaring Falcon of the Sun Pror

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Meditated the short sunset over Yonder ridge with wild flaming after-color. ThenT-bone steaks broiled new method of tennis-racquet hand-grille. Bult first batch of Battery Acid. Until true personalities & spirits emerge, tentative Medicine Names given Cityboys: Shivering Tall timber Hammett; Snipe Zachary...Roaring campfire. Singing Strawberry Roan. Cool Water, Cool Colorful Colorado, Frozen Logger. Highly intellectual informal conversations: Derivation of the concept of “Medicine” from Indian spirituality converted into Mt Man poetry; Snipe vastly literate on World War II battles; Falcon in command of statistics on Russian education, medicine & production. Setting of moon; shooting stars in cloudless sparkling sky-dome. 

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“In teaching Mountain Survival Techniques, we must wash into the Individual the DISCIPLINE & PERSISTING of re-doing a project until it meets HIS standards of PEFECTION --- thus, subtly encouraging that individual to be raising constantly his standards of Perfection.”

Colonel Samuel Gomowitz

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Just before blue-up time when the Hawks silently take off on the hunt, “Crash! ... Klunk! ... Woof! ...” Grumpy having breakfast on our plate of bacon drippings! Formal protest registered thru U.N. Security Council. No Results. Therefore unilateral action of Flying rocks, logs, bean cans and bi-lingual insults. Peace. Sleep. “Wham! ...” Ice box this time. Same battle-plan; same effective results. Big bonfire in fireplace scares invader off to try his luck on Ramstetters Grocery Store in Central.  Roger, Out.