The Daily
M O U N T A I N M A N
On
Adventure Trails
July
10 thru 17, 1961
Laughing
Coyote
Mt.
REVELATION!!
By Cityboy Stuart Cameron, 8 yrs old.:
By Cityboy Stuart Cameron, 8 yrs old.:
We drove out from Denver
and made all the people going to work happy by smiling at them and waving and
hollering nice things. We stopped at Faucet Creek in the Valley
of Truth .
The three new Cityboys were lucky. They got to drink first. Spring water
beautiful spring water. On our belly drinking. Then some toilet paper passes
by!! In front of our nose!! Wow!! There must be an outhouse up stream around
the bend! (Ed Note: No outhouse. Just “planted” by an Old Timer.) From now on we must boil our water to
sterilize it.
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Weather good. Lean-tos
set up. Lunch of Hot Torpedoes. Long meditation afternoon of clouds, books,
bird nest, chipmunk burrowing thru pine needles, poem written. T-bone steaks.
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FRONTIER INVADED BY BACTIER!
FRONTIER INVADED BY BACTIER!
Just after sunset
meditation we were treacherously attacked by a horde of visious Bacteria on our
tucker plates and battery acid cups. All
Mountain Men rallied, let out a blood-curdling scream and counter-charged.
Armed with scalding hot water, soap and meticulous knowledge of these
terrifying varmints we successfully wiped out the threatening plague. We beat tehm back up the mountainside. Dug
them out of their caves wherever we found tehm hiding and exterminated
them. We got so good at this job that we
have decided to volunteer for Pres. Kennedy’s New Fronteria as members of the
Youth Corpse to go into underprivileged countries to teach the natives how to
improve their backward Bacteria into modern Fronteria.
Respectfully
Submitted by
Muscle
Back of the Mountains
Professional
Microbiologist of LCM
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
We
would not have an appendix out from a Doctor who was not positively sure of
himself. Teachers should be able to
proudly state their own confidence in themselves. Shyness, coyness,
false-modesty in certain professions is merely a cover up for insecurity and
inability. True ability need make no excuses. So an experienced Mountain Man
can stand up at the evening campfire, square his shoulder, put his chest and
make his:
IRON
JAW’S BRAG
“As the flaming sun rises in the east, men
stop their morning work to marvel at the dazzling reflection off my bold fearless
face! They know who I am. If there is hard labor to be done, they call for
me. If I need assistance men flock to me
with pride and honor. And even though I love to watch beauty and pick flowers,
no man dares to ridicule me because I will challenge him. And all men know that
if they strike me with fist or weapon, their fists wills shatter; their weapons
will break – for in the mountains I am IRON JAW!!
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OUR
MEDITATION SONG
Cool
Colorful Colorado ..Mountains
of majesty; Streams thund’ring flow, Murmuring forest
of Aspen
and sweet Pine; You’ll find in Col-er-a-do.
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