Last of West (for now)
JUST EAST OF AUSTIN, NEVADA: Highway 50 to 376 south.
Hung a left off the Loneliest Highway for Jerry's Ranch.
He met us halfway, at the Campground near the cave.
Drove on to the stone house, to the mares let out and mustangs gotten in.
Scramble eggs, donkeys, and one new nameless goat.
A saloon had moved 85 miles with a bear rolled up with the knife that skinned it.
The view was long as was the ride into the box canyon. This is not fiction. To the aspen grove, past paintbrush (red) by wild rose (tasty), over boulders, through puddles from springs overflowing to the pond.
Fat goldfish and 60 trout.
The wood slid down the concrete shoot.
Hot air balloons on every wall. Cards for the boys, beer at noon.
The silver mine and ghost town had to wait.
Carlyn needed California.
And so, and so....................................................................................
Hung a left off the Loneliest Highway for Jerry's Ranch.
He met us halfway, at the Campground near the cave.
Drove on to the stone house, to the mares let out and mustangs gotten in.
Scramble eggs, donkeys, and one new nameless goat.
A saloon had moved 85 miles with a bear rolled up with the knife that skinned it.
The view was long as was the ride into the box canyon. This is not fiction. To the aspen grove, past paintbrush (red) by wild rose (tasty), over boulders, through puddles from springs overflowing to the pond.
Fat goldfish and 60 trout.
The wood slid down the concrete shoot.
Hot air balloons on every wall. Cards for the boys, beer at noon.
The silver mine and ghost town had to wait.
Carlyn needed California.
And so, and so....................................................................................