Sheep Rock!
I was able to see some sheep rock at the John Day Fossil Bed, Sheep Rock Unit (which also happens to be the name of the baaaand.) I was really here to collect yet another stamp for the Grand Tour. I also got a chance to look at some really old, but unlucky animals that had the misfortune to die and have their bones turned to stone. (The sheep were laying down a stone groove... a quality not to be taken for granite.) A nice man, who informed me that he was a temporary helper who was working his last day, told me about some coyotes who were hunting mice in the field. I said, "That's nice. Say, I was wondering..."
"Uh... great. Sure, I'll get right on it." I lied, as if I were at work talking to a customer. "Now, about that stamp..." "You'll probably need some 'binaclooers' to see them though." He suggested. "Okay... Hey, why don't you go get some of those 'binaclooers' and we'll go watch the coyotes together?" Obviously pleased at the good fortune of finding someone who shared his enthusiasm for the Great Outside, he left the room. ...at which point I rifled through his desk until I found the stamp I was looking for. Then I bolted out the door. He caught up with me and asked why I was leaving so soon. I told him that I had an appointment to get my eyes pierced. He bought it. Civil servants! What's My Trip?
Well, my trip began from my home in Portland. I headed east on Hwy 26, through Madras (why buy a Madras anywhere else?). I continued on to Prineville (where the artist formerly known as Prines lives) and took care of most every mechanical and biological need. This place is great. There's a gas station, deli, mini-mart and laundry facility all under one roof. Just wait until I tell my friends in the city about this! From Prineville, I traveled on to Mitchell where, despite my friends' suggestions, I completely ignored the painted hills. What's with the fascination over some stupid colored rocks? Finally I arrived at the Hwy 19 junction and ended up at Sheep Rock Unit. (Soundtrack available in the lobby... don't be sheepish.) |
It's true! Sheep really do rock. Just prior to this snapshot, these sheep were lambing it up with some baaaaaad tunes. Seriously! The one on the left was playing keyboards (a Woolitzer) and the one on the right had a drum kit... he was keeping the bleat. Another was playing some righteous chops on the guitar. 
"If you go out onto the back porch," he interrupted, "you can see them better."