Sat – Sun
14-15 JUL
The W
E E K L Y T E R M I N U S
MAMA
INVASION!
The First smoothe week of Mountain-Manning
ended with the threat of civilization reminding us that it still exists down
there. Parents coming up on Sunday! We have to tide yup the place, wash ourselves
for the first time, and put on our best behavior because, well, they just
wouldn’t understand.
Iron Jas and Possum sifted thru the Bone
Pile and buried the whiskey bottles. Falcon ordered the Carpenters Union to design
and build a sit-seat for over the straddle-trench latrine being dug by the Pit
Diggers Union on Double-Rainbow Ridge. The moonshine still was dismantled from
Fort Jim Bridger and buried up in the trees.
With the place looking orderly and giving no
hint of what went on during this previous week, we rolled our first sloppy
Maximum Survival Packs for a shake-down hike to Acropolis Hill. With the canteens on the wrong side, sagging
ropes and blooping rolls, untied shoelaces and gear leaking out along the
trail, and on the bushes, we got to the Wisdom Gap at sundown, set up our camp
behind the Agoura, cooked supper, and bedded down with plenty of hot Titanic
Acid, hot talk, and wet sleeping bag sleep. Heavy dew.
Some idiot with a chin bush gave a flute
concert at 4 A.M. ,
so we all got up and watched the sunrise while warming our seat patches around
the fire. Breakfast of adhesive
scrapings.
Hiked the canyon road as far back as the
Charlies-Hotel turnoff, erecting 100-rock arrows decorated with bushes of
flowers. Outlined parking places at base of Socrates Trail. Went up to await our fate. They came.
Chow Hounds circulated form family group to
group, putting on the “hungry orphan look” we all had been practicing for days.
Lean-tos are now loaded with heaps of loot. The teen-aged sisters wiggled out
of their ropes and got away.
Two major expeditions were mounted up onto
Hawk Cliff thru Thermopolae
Pass.
Soar-Falc
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REVEALED! ANATOMY OF NOTORIOUS BLOCK-BUSTER
MT
All Mt Men with hats, web belts, canteens
and knives at the ready, spread around the large outdoor cooking table.
Stripped to the waist in the hot sun we were led by the Chef thru each stage of
contruction of Blk-Bstr Stw. Each cut, peeled, diced, seasoned and stirred
ingredients into his pot. Then all the
pots emptied into the huge cauldron on the fire. Hours later: MAGNIFIQUE!! (Slurp.!)
Musl Bak
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ADDENDUM
It has been said that half of Europe
could be fed from the waste in American garbage cans. So, after scraping carrots, peeling taters
and onions, chopping off tops and bottoms of celery, paring meat fat etc for
Blk-Bstr Stw, we lovingly placed all this debris in a pot, seasoned well, and –
Voila!! – New creation!! Garbage Soup!! (Sloooorrpp!)
FLASH! SCOOP! EXCLUSIVE TO THE
DAILY MT.
MAN
UNION STRIKE WALKOUT ON LCM. DETAILS OF GRIEVANCES NOT YET
AVAILABLE.
ARBITRATION COLLAPSES WHEN MANAGEMENT LAWYER
REFUSES
REFUSES
TO
NEGOTIATE AFTER SUNDOWN. TAFT-HARTLEY INVOKED. INJUNCTION
PREVENTS
TOTAL WORK STOPPAGE. SECREATARY OF LABOR GOLDBERG
CALLED
IN TO MEDIATE MONDY MORN. MORE LATER!
LIKE
WOW!
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