Made a pilgrimage up the mountain to the hunting cabin with my friend Two Feathers, to make some repairs to it. We loaded up a pack mule and wound our way along the trails on horseback. It's been hot as blazes here lately, but at night the temps fall into the 50's. It's been 50 degree temperature swings between day and night.
Spent a couple of nights up there, working on the cabin during the day and getting liquored up by the campfire during the nights. Now for the truly scary part... I had brought along some Jim Beam... not the expensive stuff but it was still magical.
Two Feathers pulled from his saddle bags a bottle of Malort. He said he wanted to see me puking my guts out again... which he did... but that's not the scary part of all of this...
The scary part is I was starting to get a liking for the evil stuff... well... at least until it decided to come back out...
I don't know if it was the Malort or Two Feathers' Cheyenne mumbo jumbo... we were visited by something out of the fire. Quite a unique sight...
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