Raven's Song

All day I face the barren waste

Without the taste of water, cool water

Old Dan and I with throats burned dry

And souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water.

While hiking the Petrified Forest Park a raven flew down and started scolding me.

It was over a hundred degrees and so I carefully poured my water into a pit in the stone....

He was so happy that he sang me the song of his people....

Petrified Forest National Park Three of Three

“We are rough men and used to rough ways.” – Bob Younger to a newspaper reporter following the 1876 Northfield, Minnesota raid.

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park Part Two of Three

 "I walked around the sad honkytonks of Curtis Street; young kids in jeans and red shirts; peanut shells, movie marquees, shooting parlours. Beyond the glittering street was darkness, and beyond the darkness the West. I had to go." 

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road.

Petrified Forest National Park