For Jeff

Apologies for the last week of crickets. Cold Splinters was out on the John Muir Trail for a couple of nights (more on that to come) with some lovely new and old friends. At the end of our trip, we shacked up at cabins in Inyo National Forest (more on that to come too) and while building a fire the first night, we found an old book of cowboy poetry with this humdinger, "For Jeff." Perfect. Here's the beginning: