As some of you know, I am in love with America and road tripping through strange/bad lands. One day I plan on taking the Trans-Mongolian railway from Beijing, through Russia to St Petersburg (wearing only a floor length fur coat and thigh high boots.) But for now I battle my urges to become a girlfriend of a biker and gamble my life on a motorcycle. I do have a vintage Harley singlet with cat eyes on the front, which could have done some loops around Vegas…

In fact, I did wear it in Vegas, which as far as I’m concerned, should be crushed to the ground by the dinosaurs they ought to have let free from Jurassic Park, which is probably a more interesting theme-park, at least with a little more adrenaline running around. See Vegas once, and leave before your foot gets stuck in quick-sand. The demons at the bottom of that hole will suck your brains out.

On a less deadly note, the following is from a new Perth magazine called Silver. It arrived like a good traveller on news stands yesterday. I think it is only available in the Wild West.  The Silver Dollar Inn was the name of a Wyoming saloon we went to on this road trip. So, such is a fitting name for the magazine that carries the article I penned for the lovely people there. Enjoy! To end, I offer you some of my favourite Cowboy Wisdom: “Don’t worry about bitin’ off more’n you can chew; your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger’n you think.”

“Always take a good look at what you’re about to eat. It’s not so important to know what it is, but it’s sure crucial to know what it was.”

And remember,

“Don’t squat with your spurs on.”

Very important.

If your eyes are being punished, click on the images a few times to enlarge the print.

“Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance”

(Quotes are from the Cowboy’s Way, a great place to learn Cowboy know-how, such as how to stop a saddle from squeaking…)