So's I gets to the gatherin spot early and many a claim jumper is spying and asking about my mule carrying my other mule and that there special doohickey that holds them together. I must admit I'm right proud o that doohickey. It's not perfect stranger, but it holds the old mule tight with no funny business. The good folks runnin this stampeed checked me in and gave me some of the best dang fangled arm warmers I've seen. Then I was off to saddle up and hit the high road. This here Stampede was supposed to start at 8 but at 8 the start line was as dead as Downtown Mesa late on a wednesday night. Them darned dad sassafraset no good claim jumpers all started early. Well, it don't matter a lick, with all them hills I figured a paceline wasn't that important anyway.
|Climbing to Top of the World.|
|Top of the World|
Is there ever so purdy a sight as that sweet and blessed crest of a hill folks? Ya get on up there and look all over the almighty's creation, and his creation of a downhill layin out in all it's beauty before ya? Thars the gold lads. This may be copper country but there is gold in these here hills. Well durned if I wasn't appreciative o' them arm warmers I got. I'd thought it a bit funny O' them fellers down at the old Assayer's fer handin em out with us being on the cusp of that dry and dusty melt yer hide summer comin on but much apprecated they were on the way down into that old codger of a mining town they call Miami.
|Climbing El Capitan, The top? I think not,.|
Up the trail a piece there was some o them thar organizers that had setup a waterin hole with a privy out back. I was much obliged and stored my warm gear and had me some o' their vittles before I figured I'd best be moseyin on out to take on that no good, gol dern, claim jumpin, donkey kicking, hill they call El Capitan.
|View from El Capitan Summit.|
|Sag Wagon on El Capitan|
|This proves it|
|Along the descent into Winkelman|
|Nice turqoise tailings|
I finally found the no good snake in the grass. It was one o them nasty bit's o wire from the wheels o' one o' them buggy's the city slicker's drive all around these here roads. So I patched and the nice feller in the sag waggin gave my good old tire a pump and I was off. I has to tell you I got passed by a whole posse o' folks while I was fixin old bess. Still we were up and runnin.
|Asarco Pit mine|
They were a sight for sore thighs let me tell you! What's more they was given out payday's. Nice touch that. I jawed for a piece with the good folk and then I was off. I didn't know what I'd be able to pull off in the next stretch. There were some mean spirited stretches up ahead and no mistaken it. The end of the world had slapped me silly before and today were no different. I had to make it further than I had the first time though. Toil as I might I did make it up to the second bend in the road so I did beat my first try. I still had to walk a piece though. Lordy my legs hurt. There weren't no more bullets in my guns pardners! Even walking it took the guy behind me awhile to catch up. I figure he was going half a mosey faster than I uz and I waz walkin! I hopped back on for a piece behind him and then had to walk again. Just before the next waterin hole was visible, I figur'd I'd keep my dignity and hop on for the last piece.
|Finished at last!|
I skipped that lovely waterin hole. I knew it was a short piece to my other old mule and I could smell the barn. Pretty soon I passed those hombres that flamed themselves out by ridin the whole hill. I'd climbed her before and had nothin to prove by not walkin a bit. I was feeling strong and was past the big terror of the day. That ornery skunk of a hill was at my back and I waz comin home!