We walked back to the camp we made behind the medow, where the Ranch had built 3 sided bunk houses around a central firering. *Somewhat stiff we returned for a dinner of Dutch oven stew and bisquets followed my several courses of cobbler and cake, washed down with Hot coffee! The patrols all had their dinners to cook, *Eagles had hot dogs, *Wolverines cooked Taco's, *Bobcats had stew from a can and chips... and all gathered back for a campfire program of a skit and songs.. As the fire died the boys played a capture the flag game and the adults sat by the fire<G> Jen played the accordian, John played the Harmonica and -=A=- plunked on the Banjo slow like.. We shared stories of past adventures, talked about the boys and the trail ride. One of the leaders is an Native American, and told us how the buzzard came to have a bald head, and about the "little people" BOO! <G> On the hillside came the Cyote's howl... and we left for the wood bunkhouse. I crawled into my 0 degree "bluemoose" and laid back... and faded away to dreams- At sometime I woke to sounds of my friends snoreing far too loud! Bah-ROOOO-bah AUCH-AUCH- Bah roooooooo-bah! *Thank you Lord for these times of joy when I think my heart might bust out in pleasure at the simple things in life.... *Please Lord, if you need a wrangler in heaven to watch the heard, and count the steelhead trout, let me be the one! Let others have the mansions and streets of gold, I'll take the shack by Butte Creek<G> -=A=- _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or visit http://rangernet.org/subscribe.htm and fill out the form. "Eat the hay & spit out the sticks! - A#1's mule" RTKB&G4JC! http://rangernet.org Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
