We decided to ride at night and rest by day to save the horses and avoid the searing heat of the desert sun. We rode out of Tombstone about sunset after we had watered and fed the horses. (Actually we gassed up the car.)
We stopped at Wickenburg to refuel the horses and water was 47.9 cents per gallon. It was packed in by Burro! We then headed for a camp in Nevada called Las Vegas where we heard life was free, easy and fast. Upon arriving we weren’t disappointed for we wasted no time once we passed through the swinging doors. Wes (Flowers) started playing Blackjack with a painted woman who called herself Flo. Jerry (McGee) favored Chuck-a-luck and I had a hankering for Monte (It’s a GAME stupid!). Anyway Wes broke even, Jerry lost ten bucks and I lost 3.
The sun was starting to rise over the mountains above Boulder Dam and as we were a bit behind schedule we decided to travel by day. We headed Northwest through Nevada for an area in California called Yosemite. The country sure is beautiful! Desert to the East and snowcapped mountains to the West. Before we headed into the mountains we asked an old prospector if the pass thru Yosemite was open. He assured us that it was so we then headed due West.
We reached an elevation of 11,000 feet at the pass and the snow was still 10 feet deep along the side of the trail. We stopped often for the horses to get their breath and drink a little snow. At one of those stops we had a snow ball fight and Jerry and I did Wes in good.
Wildlife was abundant as we saw deer, coyote, cats, wolves and a fat forest ranger that took us for $3.00 for riding thru the park!
We hit Angels Camp Friday night, bunked out and anxiously waited for Saturday to slap leather in the Western States Fast Draw Championships.
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