By Patty Wilber
As a warm-up, here’s the actual Gilligan’s Island song.
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of a crazy trip
that started from Jack’s Creek trail head
With a load of salt for sheep.
“what’er we doing?”
“packing salt”
“into that snow?”
“naw! the sun’s out!”
The prez was a mighty packin’ man,
His mules were brave and sure.
The riders, they set out that day
for a salty tour,
For the salty tour.
Ok, so the Prez’s middle animal is a horse, but that did not fit the rhythm!
The weather started getting rough
The rain came down a lot.
Then it turned to blinding snow
The mud got deep as snot.
The mud got deep as snot.
Me, on the mustang Carson, with Lacey packing salt. Muddier and muddier.
The trail was blocked by 60 trees.
We went over and around.
With Cometa,
And Jim aboard,
Richard K. and his mules.
The Builder Guy,
The mustang and the reined cow horse,
Here on trail Twenty-Five.
Richard (BCH Pecos Chapter President) and Peter (the Builder Guy) clearing. We only cut trees we could not get around. Our other crew cleared about 1/2 of the way to Beatty’s cabin–it was the last half that had the 60 down logs–each way.
Jim took all the pics, but here is Cometa to start the day.
Peter, the Builder Guy
Me on Carson, a Jicarilla Mustang, and Lacey, who actually is not yet a reined cow horse. Still working on that! She can sure enough haul salt though, as well as jump down trees.
We made it to 10,000 feet.
The salt was out and stored.
Our fingers, they were cold and wet
Re-manyting was a chore!
That was WET snow.
Most of these are unloading not re-mantying pics, but hey!
Richard with a manty.
No heat, no lights, no warm coffee,
But lots of dripping trees.
Like riding through another storm
Though the sky it was rain free.
The snow started melting off the trees in torrents, really, and it was just as wet riding with all the moisture falling out of the spruce as falling out of the sky!
We made it back with no issues
Our rain gear did its job!
We liked our day for sure ’cause we’re
not couch potato blobs!
Not couch potato blobs!
8 Responses to “Gilligan’s Island (in the Pecos)”
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Patty u are one funny lady… That is how I felt packing in the volunteers in the Manzanos on the 13th. Crazy snow…U 5 are amazing….
Thanks! Kinda an adventuresome bunch!!
Great post! Very creative! I just kept smiling picturing you singing the song over and over as you chose words that would fit the song rhythm. lol!
Thanks Lisa. I printed the song out so I would have it as a handy reference!
Cold. Wet. Bleh. (g) We’ve been doing wet and thundering with 2″ on Friday and 2+” on Saturday. That’s rain, not snow. You DO realize, however, that I will now be unable to get that blasted Gilligan’s Isle earworm out of my head?
Classic earworm, Gilligan’ Island! We could now do with MORE precip. Back to dry. Spring is surprising around here—swinging from one extreme to the other.
Not couch potato blobs!!
Slobs maybe!