So long to the West.
The conestoga wagons are long gone.
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.
Filed under History, Photography
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:
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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