Old-timer Strongie here...
And out here in the old Wild Wild West it sure is purdy.
Now there's the old Grand Canyon - they say eets one of the wonders of the world. And I ain't gonna contreedict that. It sure looks fine to me. Meejestic I calls it.
Then we moved on to John Ford cowboy land. Monument valley it's called. And it's one hell of a view! Came across some right friendly injuns too. Even shared some corn bread and beans with them.
The old jalopy we was travelling in.. a new-fangled 4X4, it went a-lurching and a-swaying over that old desert just like an old mule I used to have. But we stopped evry now and then - right easy like. This old wise injun, he played his flute for us up in the shade by the rocks and it seemed like it was timeless. I tell yer, it was like he was talkin to his ancestors.
Mind yer, they don't like being called navajo; it's a name the Spanish called them and means 'thief''.. which aint kinda fair.
The trading post here is darned good too. They makes money selling beads and bits of a-whittling and sand sculpture. Mighty purdy some of them. But cost yer an arm and a leg if yer have a mind to buy.
Well - we's going to as rodeo - yee hah!! tomorrow and gonna have a real cowboy dinner. Sure wish yer could all join me.
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