somewhere else. The map's black lines turned out to county lines or parcels within the county, or just black lines for compulsive map folding people.
Joseph, OR; buying thumb inch steaks at Jerry's Meat Market; and
Just by luck getting the last campsite which by luck just happened to be
the furthest site from all the RV's, gas guzzlers, and televisions.
Martine and I hiked up above
the camp along a dusty trail
high above the camp ground
only to find a number of
Mariposa Lillies blowing in the
afternoon breeze.
The evening campfire program
was a contest of camper
identities: The Oldest, the
youngest, the most newly
married, the oldest married,
the unemployed...
portrayed earlier versions of
ourselves camping, water skiing,
snow skiing the slopes, and all
smiling at the camera in the
beehive hairdoes and form fit
swimming suits. Deep sleep by
the rushing river.....
End Saturday.