N O A H ‘ S A R K
T R I B U N E
SECOND ADVENTURE-TRAILS GROUP LAUGHING COYOTE MT
Morning dawned ---
somewhere else. Not here. We were socked in with jug weather. Still,
smiling faced poked thru the pea soup fog.
One by one, they tumbled into base Camp from the Socrates Trail, with
Beard Jaw ramrodding them with his truck in 4 wheel drive. Fortunately, the weather held its cork until
all tucker and gear was stowed in Fort Jim Bridger and the Rabbit Hutch and
Kremlin Lean-tos. Then the deluge came.
In between cloudbursts we managed to throw our one-to-a-man steaks on
the fire, char them up a bit, and with a boiled potatoe and a mason jar of hot
tea, we huddled under our various roofs chawing and early supper. Singing was going on all over the
mountainside; a few fires were struggling to stay alive; wisecracks and horse
laughs echoed thru the trees. Everyone crawled in to meditate the
drumming-splatter of water while licking the last bit of finger greast or
sipping the last of the ea. Seems like
we got the biblical 40-days & 40-nights all in one evening. But we
survived. Morale high.
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Not Realizing that
these “…few light clouds on the horizon…” were soon to become a near national
tragedy, everyone gathered at Sears Roebuck, packed in all gear and m en,
fought off the parents of the smoggy city to the land of pure angel air. Half
way out, White Belt screamed, “I forgot my beloved canteen! I absolutely cannot live two whole weeks in
the wilde without my beloved, battered, leaky canteen!” At 40 M.P.H. we shifted
into reverse and returned. Slight problem, tho.
No one home at White Belt’s house.
And no key. Slight solution, tho.
Couple of professional house-breakers and safe-crackers in the
crowd. Got canteen. (Made them put back
Silverware, however.) Climbed elevation
and entered cloud country losing only the normal number of hats, packs and bodies
en route.
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Shivering Tall Timber Hammett came in from Chicago
“”””””””””””””””””””
Somehow or other, managed to squeeze in the basic first-day
lecture, discussion and laboratory course on granite hole construction and use.
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More lousey Japanese camping material showing up stamped “US
Army”. Noticed “US” and not “U.S.
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INSPIRATION POEM
As the wind blows throu the trees
The deer all stop and frees
And the bear runs with feer
For they all know that FLYING KNIFE is near
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OLD MOUNTAIN MEN NEVER DIE…They just normally smell that way.
John Coulter
First attack of altitude sickness: White Belt. Suspect that
somebody spiked his whiskey with water in revenge for that canteen episode.
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In Mt-Man measurements, the sun is 7,854,988,443,000 finger
distances from the earth.
Mama Yellow-Wing Sparrow has given up her grieving and has left
the nest.
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