Ol' Coyote's Kayaking in the Desert!

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, decided to do an
unusual thing, to do something unusual, or an
unusual thing.... So, he ordered a kayak from a
1967 kayak catalogue, and soon found himself
pulling it across the road leading to Ixtlan, and
over the desert to a large Agave plant.

From there, he peered out over the desert,
looking for water . . . looking for water. Failing to
see water with his Coyote eyes, he settled for a
mirage, instead. He was pleased.

The mirage, a beautiful lake, glistened in the
desert sunlight.


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, pulled his kayak
over the desert floor, towards the mirage. However,
the further the ol' fella walked, the further away
the mirage appeared.

"I'll fool that mirage," he said.

So, coyote tied a bandana over his eyes, and
continued pulling his kayak. Soon, he imagined
himself at the shore of Mirage Lake.

"Damn, but it's cool by the lake," he said. I'd
better keep this bandana over my eyes, or the
lake might move on me."

So, Coyote walked along the shore of the lake,
trying to find a good spot to put his kayak into
the water. Unbeknownst to Coyote, he had in
fact circled back to the crest of a steep slope,
overlooking the road to Ixtlan.

Coyote felt the breeze from off the waters of
Mirage Lake, touch the whiskers on his face.

"Damn, but it's cool by the lake, he said.


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, carefully positioned
the bandana that covered his eyes. He was still
wary of losing Mirage Lake. Then, he was off!
Paddling furiously, Coyote bounced and bounded
down the steep slope, where he could feel the
rush of wind and water against his face.

"Mirage Lake is pretty frigging rough, today,"
Coyote muttered, while trying to keep his breath.
"This is the last time I'll go kayaking without a life
jacket!"

Soon, the kayak came to rest against a bank of
sand, in a gully, near the large Agave plant.

"Geez," Coyote said, aloud, "I'm grounded".


Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, removed the bandana
from over his eyes. He saw the bank of sand, the
gully, and the steep slope.

"Just as I suspected, the lake moved," he said.

So, he overturned his kayak and placed it against
large boulders on the north side of the gully.

"There," he said, "it'll make a good shelter for
rattlesnake". Then, he lay back against the boulders,
wiped the sweat from his brow, covered his face
with a large sombrero, and had a nap.

Catch ya'll later,
LaurieC

A Coyote Christmas

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked down a hill,
crossed the road leading to Ixtlan, and made his
way to a large Agave that was bathed in the light
of a late desert Christmas day.

"Merry Christmas!" Coyote said.

The large Agave cast a subtle glow that Coyote
acknowledged as a greeting. . . .

Then, he blinked . . . twice . . .

On the third blink Coyote's eyes cleared, and he
noticed juice dripping from a slight indentation on
the Agave that he calculated lined up perfectly with
the Star of the East.

He sniffed at the aroma from the Agave juice, that
seemed to drift through the clear desert atmosphere
and enter his left nostril. He noticed how it circulated
throughout his body, until it exited his right nostril.

"I'll be damned!" He said.

The Agave glowed, its aura reaching all the way to
Ixtlan.

Coyote marvelled. . . .

Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, approached the Agave
and positioned himself so that its juice could drip on
his tongue, and roll back his throat, where the juice
stung like hot pepper.

"I'll be damned!" He said.

Ol' Coyote drank Mescal and sang Christmas Carols
into the wee hours of the morning.

The large Agave glowed. . . .

The Star of the East positioned itself above four large
buttes.

The desert was quiet. . . .

The Agave slept.

Rattlesnake felt woozy from the aroma of fermented
Agave juice.

Maria played her Peyote Rattle at the base of a large
butte.

Coyote slept.

Yes, Ol' Coyote slept. . . .

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

All the best,
LaurieC