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BUG’S HOME JOURNAL
Dry
out in the hot sun after the rain. Sleepign bags. Sanitation & cleanliness
exercise: it’s to our long-range advantage out in the wilderness to keep clean.
Scrubbed clothes, diapers & selves. After breakfast discussion: What is
Science? (Method of verifiable measuring with numbers). Units of measure: Feet,
Libres, Angstroms, Watts .
Decibels, Brithis Thermal Units.
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A
MEDITATION ON MEDITION
By
Muscle Back Scott
To me, a sunset has a power to actually lure
a person who has the right feeling for it. I can watch a sunset until the last
outline of the Divide is pitch dark and still be fascinated by it. During the
height of the sunset its vivid colors reach out and take hold of you. You are
held in the vice-like grip of Beauty and Peacefulness. This is what really puts
your imagination to work. It seems that imagination is something that very few
people exercise these days. My thought is that they don’t have this exceedingly
wonderful sense of power of mind and heart because of the increased use of such
things as TV, which only require us to gawk passively. Television is such a
predestined thing. It is merely used to
fight off boredom. On the other hand, meditation is twice as good. Meditation turns ON the mind and makes it
what it should be: a thinking tool. It’s
a pity that more people don’t use their minds to anywhere near full capacity. A
smooth-working mind is a wonderful thing that needs more respect and
encouragement than most people gie it. And most important of all, a clear
mature mind is the only wa to spiritual happiness.
’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
20-MINUTES
TO PACK UP AND SURVIVE!!
What would you do if this frantic yell came
at you when you were least expecting it: “20- Minutes to get everything you’ll
need for surviving for an indefinite number of weeks in the rugged, rocky
wilds! Roll it into your sleeping bag: food, clothing change, a morale
book...Lash it to your pack-frame. Axe, fry pan, poncho, matches, toilet paper. Go go go go! 19 minutes left!”
Just at short-sundown over yonder ridge this
scream went up from Lingto. Everything was dropped and we ran for our lean-tos,
slapped together our basic Maximum Survival Rolls. Dashed around in man massed
chaos getting the things which should have been ready and in place all the
time. Flying arms, legs and words.
Panic. But by gosh in 20 minutes
we were fully loaded and trudging up the trail at a slow, steady grind.
At every rest stop, Super-Aeriation; Open the mouth and throat like a
watermelon could fit in then force all air out and suck in full. Giddy feeling from oxygen intoxication. Hard,
hard march. But a little deprivation and
discipline never hurt anyone. And it might help us some day. Finally made it to
the crest in time to see the “Pioneer Covered Wagon Sunset.” Set up camp. Buckeye Joe and Salt pork for
supper.
As
Observed by Stalking Hunter
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Campfire.
Lingo yarned “Charlie” with new addition of “Charlie’s Varmint” which lives up
on the 10,000 Ft crest. We got a hankerin to see the lights of Denver Great Plains . Down to Base Camp. Return the area to Naure.
So long All!
The
End of a Most Perfect Week.........
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