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Show past Lion’s Back, and I'll be gotoheck if there wasn’t a guard tower there! But-since there wasn’t anybody in it and the sign said self-pay, I paid myself a dollar and we went on in. (YC: The Rat thinks this is hilarious, he can’t stop laughing.) There wasn’t much goin’ on (picnics ain't what they used to be), so we came on back down the hill, and I have to admit that amblance could still use a little brake work. We were speedin’ just a little, barely made the curve there at the bottom past the cemetery, crossed the bridge, and came as close to gettin’ religion as we'll probably ever get—the COPTEE COWBOY Badger went a little wide and hit that deer statue with the uplifted horns that’s part of some kind of religious thing. Shoot, he even almost got the Baby Jesus! (YC: It’s by the old upholstery shop, that Christmas nativity scene they forgot to take down.) By the time we hit that dip near Pack Creek Campground, we was airborne, just like Pappy Boyington’s WW II flyboys. Everything was bouncing around, and my tin coffeepot hit the ceiling so hard it broke out the percolator. Could be that the Badger had a flashback then and there, cause he was tryin’ to put on his goggles with one hand and catch third gear with the other. About then we noticed some flashin’ lights comin’ up on us from behind, so when we landed, the Badger just gunned it for all it was worth. We musta broke 50 mph! Now that amblance was in pretty good IN TELLURIDE, COLORADO YOU CAN'T MISS US ON COLORADO AVENUE. | shape, but when you hit 40, it starts shimmyin‘and shakin’ like ole Charlie’s geiger counter when he struck it rich. Before 1 knew it, we was eatin’ fenceline and the sheriff was right behind us. (YC: He forgot to mention the little yellow Jeep following the sheriff.) Of course, like good citizens, we ran. Packy tells me that the amblance is now in the Giana County impound compound. Along with lots of other stuff. (YC: I would assume that by now the sheriff's office has determined that the plates belonged to a 1932 DeSoto coupe, last registered in 1952.) Well, Jim, I can sure feel autumn’s here and winter comin’ on, and without that old amblance, where are Badger Jack and I gonna be when the snows hit? I need to get it back out here so I can drain the radiator and put it up on cinderblocks for the winter. But some things are real hard to do, hard as making a dog work, and we sure could use your help. Anyway, go ahead and print this letter, cause I want everybody to know what they’re likely to get into up there in Moab. Given the way things are goin’ these days, me and the | Badger and Packy are thinkin’ about joining the Marines, but Yeller Cat says they won't have us. (YC: They're too short.) When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, "What is it?" No, not as there is a time to talk, I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit. Robert Frost Yer pal, Cactus Rat (Farewell from Yellow Cat, and Eva, immer mein Lieb, till we meet again.) Cactus Rat can be reached at cactusratmine@yahoo.com The December/January issue of The Zephyr will be © __ On newsstands in Moab on November 23. "On the Road with Herb Ringer" December/January Zep JUDY POWERS "The REALTOR who knows what's REALLY going on in Moab." In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear _ the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us, too. I can feel the suffering of millions, and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again. In the meantime, I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out. = Sf should be in Salt Lake by October oS Lake Roasting Co. Open every day 7am ‘til midnight CALL TOLL-FREE: 800.748.4887 Blessed are the peacemakers... From The Diary of Anne Frank ee Eo icr BANKCR O ARCHES REALTY 130 E. Center St. Moab. UT 84532 BUS: 435.259.5693 800.634.0770 RES: 259.5852 judypowers@moabutah.com (Each office is independently owned and operated) "Buy Coffee NOW...or Forever Hold Your Beans." 320 East 400 South in Downtown Salt Lake City |