Sat
& Sun 21, 22 JUL
THE
FORTNIGHTLY TERMINUS
DAWN SATURDAY MORNING
Strange growing bodies
arose with icicles on their noses, put on teir frozen boots and straggled over
to the rekindled fire to slup from empty beans cans the tea just coming to a boil. The earliest risers took turns squatting down
by each sleeping bag just as it started to give evidence of coming to life. Try
it sometime. The facial expressions of a
man just leaving unconsciousness to resume life – these looks! They’re
hilarious! Better than 2 cups of coffee
for a morning starter!
With the warming sun higher, all ponchos and
sleep sacks were opened to dry. Each man
cooked his own breakfast of oatmeal. Packed our back frames and set them out
along the road with military precision: straight square and pprecise. Lingo inspected slowly and made suggestions
for minor changes to avoid shake out on the way back. Then, returning the
area to Nature. We flattened and
buried all cans, which will return iron to the soil, in a few years. We fluffed
up the grass so no one could tell men had slept there. We formed a longs
skirmish line and walked across the whole area, picking up everything which was
of man, whether or not we put it here.
But most importantly, we chopped up the remaining fire embers, then
pounded each chunk into a powder, feeling for any possible ‘heart of fire’
hidden within. Then we all urinated, stirred with sticks, covered with dirt,
stirred some more, covered with more dirt, threw the fire ring rocks into the
grasses and felt proud of our respect for Nature.
Packed
up, counted off, marched down in high spirits, waded thru the tourist sludge of
the sewer, did the hand wavings they wanted for their movie pitchers, gave them
a demonstration of angels singing as we
left town, tramped thu Black Hawk, picked uip our mail, and plowed right on to
our own mountain with barely two or three rest stops.
So good to be home!
Made 3 gallons of moonshine to celebrate our
conquest of distance with strong legs. Speent rest of day in easy-street:
reading, sleeping, washing clothes, making bread, singing, talking. Popcorn feat, blasing Singing Fire, and the
last night faces into History and historic snores.
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SUNDAY MORNING
Hearty last breakfast
of bacon, eggs flapjacks and battery acid. Pack maximum survival packs and
duffel bags. Pick up last few canteens,
shovels and under wears laying around lost. Lone Wolf’s Daddy comes up to baby
sit the 4-weekers who are staying over.
Socrates loaded and leaves for civilization amid songs and bunches of
flowers in hats for mothers.
Muscle Back Scott
Iron Jaw Marcus
Panther track Schware
Silver Streak Freeman
Flying Squirrel Tibbits
Possum Perlman
Lil Bucksin DeVore
Singing Whirlwind &
Running Phantom Gleichman
Soaring Falcon Pryor
Avalanche Wilson
Burning Sand Weimer
Professor Whitney
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