THE
30-LOG FIREBALL EXPRESS
Mountain
Men Have Breakfast In Bed At The Kremlin-Hilton
With rain & hail coming down in the
morning, group congregated at the Kremlin Lean-to (there used to be an old
sickle in it)_ cooked oatmeal and ate it out of the pan. Boiled battery acid
over the fireplace reflecting heat into the dry shelter. Peace was
exploded when one Squirrel started
throwing flying tackles around. Thus his final Medicine Name is now FLYING
FRISKIE SQUIRREL! TIBITS!! This set off such a ruckus of inter-twined arms and
legs and energy that Hunter started howling with laughter ---- and so his
final Medicine Name is now: HOWLING STALKING HUNTER ZACHARY!!! Eventually the revolution settled down to a
nice calm chaos during which time ghost stories were told by Falcon and Muscles
and the rest of the Battery Acid was guzzled. Then Father Sun shone.
30
Log Production Line
By
Shivering Tall Timber
Never in my life was I so tempted to roll
over and go back to sleep as when Muscle Head came in to kick me awake for camp
chores! “Get up! Rain’s over! Sun’s out! Let’s get firewood! Five each!”
(Muscles learned complex sentence structure from a grunting Indian.)
So, up. Boots on. Scour Granite Hole Hill
until we had a huge stack of 30 sticks. Then began the production line: First
team, using Lt Beerbottle for a saw-horse, halved the trees; Second team
quartered the halves into fireplace length. Squirrel stacked. We should not have enough to loast us for
some time since we stacked several extra emergency piles.
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Baba
Yaga passing thru herding a mangy bunch of critters:
Squirrel:
“Mrs. Yaga, whatcha got them coyotes fer?”
Mrs.
(?) Y: “No, Sonny, them dogs aint coyotes thems cows.”
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HIKE
TO ACROPOLIS HILL in late afternoon rain. Minimum Survival packs. Talk over How to develop a sweetened,
tolerant, loving Attitude toward those people in daily life who irritate
us. Observe “The Two Snakes Sunset” just
squeeking down between the stratus clouds and the crest of the Divide.
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PRE-SUPPER
LECTURE...By that Fearless, Intrepid, Knowledgeable
HOWLING STALKING HUNTER, Master of
the
Wilderness; Feared By man & Beast
“Now
man, if you saw a gang of bears coming down the Walt Whitman Trail and a mess
of snarling coyotes charging up the Socrates Trail – WHAT WOULD YOU DO???!!
Assembled
assemblage of mountain men shaking in their lace-up boots, peering ghostily
outside of the roaring fire-ring: “We dunno, Expert Intrepid Hunter! Please
tell us quick lest we perish from fright!!”
E.I.H.:
“Well, shucks! I don’t know either!! If
I had some common sense, I’d pull out a fire-stick and charge toward them and
scare them away. IBUT I DON’T HAVE
COMMON SENSE!... So I’d just scream and faint and wait to wake up from this bad
dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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By
the time supper was ready, Tall Timber was asleep standing up! Altitude really getting to him. So we fed
him, poured some hot Battery Acid down his pretty gullet, burped him, and led
him off to beddy-by. Hunter passed out while stretched out on his face in front
of the roaring blaze. He was hauled off an stitched in too. Remaining men
watched a massive cloud move in and settle down on the camp. 15-foot reflection
shadows like clump-clump-clumping monsters on the side of the cloud.
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“DOUBLE
CHECK ALL EQUIPMENT! PREPARE FOR POSSIBLE RAIN DURING THE NIGHT!”
Moses
On The Mount
Bearing
Tablets and Poncho
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