15/16
JUL 61
THE
DENVER-BLACKHAWK SQUEEKY PARTY-LINE
Hawk
Fight!
Little bird, one-tenth the size of huge
hawk, doing aerial combat with power dives in the air that send black feathers
fluttering to earth. Probably the mother
of the broken eggs in the enxt we found up the trail near the crest. Normally a lazy, flapping, gliding
biologtical-machine, this time the hawk was furiously fanning the 5-ft
wingspread, trying to geta way from its mis-deed. But hell hath no fury like that of a mother
wronged. Both specks spiraled higher and higher, one frantically retreating;
the other heroically attacking. Hawk
finally reached the lower level of a thunderhead cloud. Dashed in and out of
the cloud trying to shake off pursuer. Thunderheads have ferocious ripping
winds within them. Finally the two birds entered and we didn’t see them come
out. The grim beauty of Nature’s brutality.
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SECOND
REPORT FROM UP-TRAIL MINIMUM SURVIVAL CAMP
By
Trail Blaster Cameron
Early Thursday (or whatever day it was)
morning, Muscles woke me up and we heard a coyote concert. Before we could get back to sleep two hawks
few over us, so we knew it was just before blue-up time and dawn. Slept until
sun rising. I made a fire (with one
match, natch!) and we had a breakfast of eggs and bacon. After eating, Muscles
made a foundation side-wall-frame for a grass mattress, while I filled the wood
cve. We then went down to Base Camp for Press Conference and publishing today’s
paper. While there we were trapped into sawing a cord of wood. Back up to our
camp, lunch of peanut but and beans. We separated and meditated until hearing a
call from down there in ‘civilization” that there was a Survival Scramble!
Everyone to form up Maximum Survival Packs for a forced hike to Acropolis
Hill. We got ready and down to Base Camp
in time to help others get out and on the trail within the 30 minute time
limit. Muscles was carrying 2 huge rocks in his pack for toughening. Meditated the sunset at Wisdom Gap. Then back to Base Camp. Muscles and I went out ahead as he plopped
down with a good fatigue. Then good old Blockbuster Stew for supper. We were so
tired that we slept down there around the fireplace after a full night of
singing and joking and story-telling.
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SPARKING
COALS CAMERON wrote a phantasy-essay entitled “How the Mt Animals Invade &
Take over Denver
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C
O O K I N ‘
By
Trail Blaster
As I’m sittin’ by the fire
Cookin’ beans I couldn’t shun
Watchin’ Father Sun go
higher
Wishin’ them beans was done
Oh my stomach growlin’ hungry
They’s just cookin’; I’m just
lookin’
I’m willin’ to make a
bet....
----Nope, They aint done
yet!!!
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GROUP
SIDCUSSION – Reviewed the week, broke up camp, hacked at roasts haunch of meat,
returned the area to Nature better than we found it, washed up, meditated last
sunset enjoying each other’s silences, and down the trail for home.
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