Gay Philosopher's Clan - 21 JUL 61


21 JUL 61
T H E   B L I Z Z A R D   B L A S T
IT CAME!!
Cloudbust!! Two inches in all upright cups!!
Our next door neighbor, Mt Evans, garmented in new gorgeous snow mantle!!
Excellent survival exercise: Learning to get comfy under miserable sky.
Breakfast, eggs & sideslab bacon, over shielded fire in front of lean-to. Then back to sleep. Later, congregated under one roof, opened up and spread out one sleep sack, everybody boots off and crawl in, snuggle up side by each, second opened bag over. Warm heat envelope. Squirrel tells ghost stories,. Muscles, history of bacteria scientists. Lingo, yarn of Chief One-And-A-half-Two-Bits, the Harvard educated primitive trying to earn his wilderness merit badge from Jim Bridger inside a slit and cleaned out buffalo waiting out a snow storm. Then as per expectation of E=MC² when you get a bunch of high–radiation-spirit Mt Men together, ...WHAMMMM!! the most uproarious, horse-laffing, corny-joking day!!
   Eventually rain let up to a minor deluge. Quick round of camp chores. Finally by sundown, a few breaks in the overhead stratus. By night campfire time, moon and stars in a crystal sky.
   (P.S. Apparently Shiv Timber belongs to a very progressive Union.
    He honored us with is presence for all of 4 hours during the day,
    then sacked out till supper... dozing off with a few strains of
    Gilbert and Sullivan gurgling down from his soggy sack.)
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NAME CHANGE AGAIN: it’s now HOWLERING STALKING HUNTER Zachary.
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With The dis-Orientation of Today’s Weather conditions, it Behooves us to:
FILING OF EFFICIENCY REPORT TO LT. BEERBOTTLE
   i, the undersigned, being in the state of semi-confusion, Poured into my hot Titanic Acid (tea) cup from the salt jar insteaa of the sugar jar. Glugged it down. Regurgitated same. Beard-Jaw came along later and did th same. Good ol’ snoring-bones Tall Timber wasn’t up enough to be his usual nuisance self, except that he did manage to set the handle of the sterilizing drinking water pot not over the cool fireplace stone edge but over the flame so it was nice and red hot for the next man.  Pigpen Muscles (WHAT?? The Notoriously-Efficient Muscle Bak of the Mountains who can do NO Wrong??!!) started to eat his plate of Blockbuster Stew without first washing off the day’s accumulation of gunk on his face.  He corrected his sin in front of Lt. Beerbottle while giving the Cub Scout Salute! Lingo, (WHAT??!! Him TOO?!) thoughtlessly picked up and ate an ancient soggy mushmellow. Hunter, cleaning out dead ashes, got some live coals mixed in the cardboard box he was filling. When it burst into flame, we fire-fighting Mt Men went into action: we doused it with Scout Water. Squirrel took so long to eat his Stew that it froze to his plate.  We used hammer & Chisel to get it off before we could wash the plate.  Lingo edits this paper, so he probably left out the good things I submitted in this report.
Writ by Hand
Soreing Falcone of the Sun
“X”  (His mark)
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FOR RAIN-TIME OR SUN-TIME MEDITATION-HOUR(s) – LIST OF BOOKS BROUGHT UP
Microbe Hunters, De Kruif; Scout Merit Badge Series: Hiking, Camping; Golden Nature Guide Pocketbook Series: Insects, Rocks & Minerals; Exodus; Walden; C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters; Meet The Native Flower Book of 2000 Rocky Mt varieties by Walter Pesman of Denver Botanical Gardens; Black Beauty; Aesop’s Fables; Kahlil Bigran’s The Prophet; A Hole is to Dig
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Tricks of the Mouintaineering Trade: “Dig both a shallow hip-hole and shoulder-hole under your sleeping bag. Then plop down and enjoy, enjoy! This give you three comfortable position.” Uncle Dick Wooten, Master M-M!

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