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.
Xxx
xxx xxx xxx xxx
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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