Pt. Reyes Station, pop. 848, is only about 3 blocks square, and sits atop the San Andreas Fault. Everyday, for all to hear, at noon atop the Western Saloon, a rooster crows and a cow moos. Last Sunday when the rooster cock-a-doodle-dooed and the cow bellowed, Pt. Reyes came alive with its annual Western Days Parade.
Providentially, I was invited to sit on the judges platform: the back of a flatbead truck. Bribery of the judges seemed de rigueur. I saw wine, ice cream, flowers, chocolate, cookies, and olive oil change hands in attempts to influence judging. The parade was also being announced live as well as on the radio, both in English and Spanish.
The pipe and drum band was very cool, piping "My Bonnie Lassie" for the judges.
And who was next but local icon Jack Elliot. Ramblin' Jack is a legendary storyteller, musician, and cowboy. But his secret love is being a schoonerman. Aren't we all?
All in all, a fun afternoon on the sunny streets of PRS.
Providentially, I was invited to sit on the judges platform: the back of a flatbead truck. Bribery of the judges seemed de rigueur. I saw wine, ice cream, flowers, chocolate, cookies, and olive oil change hands in attempts to influence judging. The parade was also being announced live as well as on the radio, both in English and Spanish.
The pipe and drum band was very cool, piping "My Bonnie Lassie" for the judges.
And who was next but local icon Jack Elliot. Ramblin' Jack is a legendary storyteller, musician, and cowboy. But his secret love is being a schoonerman. Aren't we all?
All in all, a fun afternoon on the sunny streets of PRS.
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