So long to the West.
The conestoga wagons are long gone.
Bikes rule.
It’s a spiritual place, still.
I pray as I please.
Don’t fence me in.
Be sure to take a toothpick for the road. Especially one from Greasewood Flat.
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So long to the West.
The conestoga wagons are long gone.
Bikes rule.
It’s a spiritual place, still.
I pray as I please.
Don’t fence me in.
Be sure to take a toothpick for the road. Especially one from Greasewood Flat.
We love Greasewood Flat, an old stagecoach stop and bunkhouse (1880’s?), up in the mountains at Reata Pass, now a cool biker bar, off the road, just across from the FOUR SEASONS, SCOTTSDALE… quite a contrast. Look up the story of DOC CAVALIERRE, who owned it for years, Scottsdale’s eldest native:
http://www.azcentral.com/community/scottsdale/articles/2009/09/21/20090921sr-doc0923.html
GREASEWOOD shrubs are known as Creosote or Chapparral, and their resinous leaves perfume the air after a rainstorm. The REATA is a braided lariat or lasso, American Spanish, braided from hemp, or better yet from very fine strips of cowhide.
Time to leave came too soon; I hope you’ve had a safe trip home.
Lol @ Hack!
Rogue use of apostrophe in the corral
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