Sinning Silver and Toasty Taters

That morning, the sun never came up. The clouds hovered overhead. The rain came down and so with it went the temperature too. Pay no mind to the fact that your neighbor in the next campsite over has bags of fresh game hanging in the trees. Everything is all quartered up. The deer has been tagged and you're shivering.

Bang!
You're it.
Then you remember,... right,...

On the road up here to this purty canyon there is guy standing outside of his truck, on the side of the road, not to mention the trailer and ATV's, with a two forty three on his shoulder and a pair of binoculars in his hands. I reckon he has a big freezer and his fambly hungry. Sure looks it. I can see the desperation in his eyes. One Shot.

Bang!
You're it.
Yes, you are.
Why? You ask.
I says uh'cause I can.
Dinner Time.
Chop-Chop.

Now here, hmmm, Nevada is the silver state and is probably one of the most mountainous states in the lower forty-eight. I mean, there are mountains all over this place. You can go East and West and North and South and still not escape a mountain. They're there and by Good Heavens! They are watching Thee. The Bristlecone grows here and is whooo-ey unique. Their evident tangles with the elements are yeehaw-unusual. We sit a spell. I Am overly intrigued by the Clarity of the Water that runs the Crick and how the Roots of Life are long and deep along this particular vein. A Leaf floats by as if to whisper in my ear that Autumn is here.

Verity is Clarity.
A-yup!
Yep-Yep.

When then the wind blows and the sandwiches are had. The Dogs have run their stretch and the Sun has changed His place. While She, yes, She, leadeths the way of the Living and the Loving and Learning, we cooly load up and roll on. The Road is long and winding but, yes, we must Go.

Straight, They said.
Forward, They stressed.
Onward with Faith, They Taught.

Those PARENTS before PARENTs before PARENts before PAREnts before PARents before PArents before Parents before parents before parent before paren before pare before par before pa before p before Before. You know, Ma Dirt and Pa Shine. Those Folks we know to be the best teachers of the Children. Truthkeepers. Foundation.

The Casinos, I pass 'em.
The Churches, I pass 'em.
The Brothels, I pass 'em.
The Signs, I pass 'em.

Nope, not in Our Path and besides, I don't play cards.

So North we go to Oh Why He in Nevada, you know not Vegas, and then and there I couldn't really see why he WAS there. What I do know is that Man alone is pretty selfish, men together are extra slee-zee. I seen it and I done it. Guilty as Charged. I'm a human with lustful desires that as a result bring me much discipline from those aforementioned Parents. Sometimes you are blessed and sometimes you are fucked, all of that though, comes with Reason we have yet to Understand...

Yes, as we'll have it, we crossed the state line with me in the back sitting on some blankets and pillows and books and a little of this and a little of that on me back. The little guy is napping and the Dogs are alert to the change in the air. She's driving. Mountain Home. Boise.

I see a truckload of Idaho's famous potatoes.
I see Boise State, famous for hard drives.
I da-fuckin' ho, YO!

So I caught a couch and a hangover in Meridian...
You see, I danced a little and sang a little.
Smoked a little and joked a little.
But most importantly, we Laughed-A-Lot.

Live-A-Lot.
Learn-A-Lot.
Love-A-Lot.

But of you and me, let's just say, you can keep your silver and I'll keep my Terlingua Poison. Speaking of which, you know what surely sucks? The difficulty in finding some Coyamito in Idajito. Chingada!