Notes ... Willie and the horse

I've been lax in passing on some jokes lately, so from John ...

Drunken man parks horse in bank foyer
BERLIN - An early-morning bank customer had a bit of a shock when he found a horse at the automatic teller machine.
The horse's owner, identified only as Wolfgang H., had a bit too much to drink the night before and decided to sleep it off inside the bank's heated foyer, police said Tuesday.
The 40-year-old machinist told Bild newspaper he had had "a few beers" with a friend in Wiesenburg, southwest of Berlin, and decided to hit the hay in the bank on his way home.
Confronted with the lack of a hitching-post, he brought the 6-year-old horse, named Sammy, in with him.
When a customer came across the horse and sleeping rider in the bank at 4:15 a.m. Monday, he called police, who then came and woke the owner up and sent him on his way.
No charges were filed, but there might be some cleanup needed: Apparently Sammy made his own after-hours deposit on the carpet.

Let's talk about our Willie:


The Great Nelson has been in the news, mainly for getting caught with marijuana. Again. He will get no jail time. Damn straight. A nation glanced up at this kabuki theater with a western soundtrack and went back to its Doritos.

What's more interesting is this bit from Dave, that this year's Fourth of July picnic will NOT BE HELD WITHIN THE STATE OF TEXAS. Somebody needs to take a close look at Willie. Underneath the grizzle is the goatie of his evil twin.

Back to camp:

I haven't written much about the backpacking trip last weekend, mainly because it went so well, and the good times are never as interesting as the bad. (For a look at the bad times, check this post out.)

But to review:

• We went to Caprock Canyons State Park. It's near Quitaquay.


• The hike to camp was all of one mile.


• I successfully put my hand in a cactus.


• Boy Scouts don't look as bad-ass when you're 35.


• We broke camp because storms were a-comin'.


• They a'came about the time we made it back to the car.


• We spent the night at a cheap hotel in Childress, drinking whiskey, listening to rain, and watching the "World's Strongest Man" competition on ESPN.


• This is perhaps the most successful campout I've ever had.

Here's one more picture. Our camp was the white dot in the lower right corner.