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Saturday, September 8, 2018

[AUDIO] COWBOY POETRY; MY RETREAT FROM RHYOLITE

COWBOY & OFF-ROAD POETRY BY DEL ALBRIGHT



Originally published on ModernJeeper.com





As we continue our series of off-road and cowboy poetry, author and ModernJeeper Del Albright takes us back to the mining days of Death Valley in the late 1800's and early 1900's. Characters were abundant and according to Del, "More money went into the ground than ever came out; and every town bragged on how many bars it housed."  Rhyolite is a ghost town on the outskirts of Death Valley, near the town of Beatty, Nevada.

My Retreat from Rhyolite
By Del Albright

There I was late one night, on the outskirts of Rhyolite,
I decided to stop in and have myself a bite.

Not far from Death Valley, there ain’t much around Rhyolite,
Bars and whiskey were the most common sight.

Old Death Valley Scotty was in a bar having a toddy,
He wanted me to join him, and I said ok, but first, I gotta go potty.

He laughed and said, ok, son, we don’t want you to scare us,
Head to the back of the room, behind old Shorty Harris;
You’ll find the place.

Well, I didn’t want to be a public disgrace, so I did what he said.
And sure enough, I moseyed back there and found the head.

And when I come out after I finished doing my thing
that crowd was all in a tizzy, they wanted me to sing.

I said ok, you asked, and then I sat down at the piano,
I told them boys I’ll play a few tunes, but I only sing soprano.

Well, that did it; right there, they got ugly and with a great big shout they threw me out.
Right into the street; thank goodness I landed on my feet and did the only I could; I made my retreat.

Back in to the desert where the sane never wander.
And I spent the rest of my life looking for gold, here and yonder.
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Hear Del recite the poem, campfire style:
 

IMAGINE A CURE FOR SIGN BLINDNESS

GETTING PEOPLE TO READ SIGNS IS A CHALLENGE


But there is a cure.


By Del Albright

You’re driving to your favorite trail and whipping right on by the kiosk or starting place with all the signs of do’s and do not’s. We all do it. And we do it because we know our trail and the rules. Unfortunately, not everyone knows the rules. But they are sure “blind” to signs way too often.
I spend a large part of my time educating folks on how to recreate responsibly – doing it right while enjoying the great outdoors. But the one thing that frosts me is how some people do not seem to see signs, and therefor suffer from what I call sign blindness – the inability to see what is in front of them and follow the rules!
Read the whole article on ModernJeeper.com here: 

Thursday, September 6, 2018

HISTORIC POST WILDFIRE GROUP FORMED

POST WILDFIRE OHV RECOVERY ALLIANCE (PWORA)


LAND USE UPDATES: Historic, national alliance formed to restore off highway vehicle trails on public lands after devastating wildfires. http://modernjeeper.com/restoring-wildfire-destroyed-trails/


Sunday, August 26, 2018

[AUDIO] COWBOY POETRY PART II: OL' SHEP

OL' SHEP AND THE WOLF

By Del Albright

Cowboy and Off-Road poetry, part 2, with me reciting campfire fun with Ol' Shep and the Wolf.

Original poetry with an outdoor and off-road flavor.




Ol’ Shep and the Wolf
By Del Albright
The clouds were a building as Ol’ Shep and I hunkered down for the night
That dog snuggled in close, and the cattle were bunched up tight.
We were camped at 10,000 feet on that cold mountain side
Last time I looked up at the heavens, there wasn’t a star was in sight.
Soon the tent began flapping, the lightning flashing, and the thunder clapping
It was sure too durn noisy for any jaw-jacking.
There was no doubt in my mind that all hell was about to begin
And this whole symphony was accompanied by one hilacious wind.
Somewhere in the night, Ol’ Shep and I heard a lone wolf howl nearby
I cursed to myself and said son, get near these cows and you’re gonna die.
So, I grabbed the old .30 and headed out to protect my critters
But by now it was raining so hard my finger was slippery on the trigger.
Somewhere in the lightning flashes, I saw that wolf coming in on the prowl
Down at my feet, Ol’ Shep uttered a menacing growl.
No time to waste, I threw the old flashlight up along the barrel of the gun
Pulled back the hammer, and said, this is your last night, old son.
But all of a sudden, things weren’t right, Ol’ Shep wasn’t acting like him
Sure enough, I looked down and that fool had a great big grin.
Why he was looking up at me like everything was just fine
Then all of a sudden, I felt that tingle crawl up my spine.
I moved my head, cautious-like, for a slow, careful look around
There was that wolf, not ten feet away, sitting on the ground.
Then it dawned on me, scared as I was, by golly I see the deal
That’s a she-wolf sitting there and she ain’t looking for no meal.
Why them canines were looking at each other like two kids in school
Ol’ Shep, he was getting a little excited, he was even startin’ to drool.
I said well, what the heck; I’m gonna cut these dogs loose to go have some fun
But I knew Ol’ Shep would come home someday, with a wolf as his son.
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Hear Del recite the poem, campfire style: 

JEEPING INTO SPANISH BASQUE HISTORY

IF THE TREES COULD TALK


Exploring Aspen Tree Art, arborglyphs in the west.


By Del Albright

See great pics of aspen tree carvings left behind since WWI by mostly Spanish Basque sheep herders, with campfire stories galore.  I really enjoyed the research it took me to put this story together.

Enjoy it on ModernJeeper here: http://modernjeeper.com/if-the-trees-could-talk-jeeping-into-spanish-basque-country/

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Read my story on Death Valley and the "Rim of Hell" and the City of Gold here:

https://delalbright.blogspot.com/2018/08/death-valley-trails-to-hell.html

Read my story on how we can Imagine Wheeling with the Ancient Ones (Rock Art, pictographs and more) here: 

https://delalbright.blogspot.com/2018/07/imagine-wheeling-with-ancient-ones.html