Black and white drawing of a man on a mountain trail with the moon in the background.
For those readers who doubted the credibility of PRT’s front page article last month (Fowl Idea Comes Home to Roost), we offer the above, posted at High Noon Feed and Tack in Sonoita.

Janie and Clint Trafton celebrate their one year wedding anniversary at a reception they hosted at Cady Hall on April 26.


Fourth of July Masquerade Fundraiser Raises $1K

A masquerade party was held on April 12 at the home of Lars Marshal to raise money for the town’s Fourth of July festivities.

The event was conceived and planned by Amy Miller, Francesca Claverie, Jessica Cowan Cobb, Cassina Quiroga Farley, Laura Fieberg, Tamara Quiroga, Heather Wood, and Laura Wenzel.

The party was well attended, and raised a little over $1000. Jan Herron won a dinner for two at the Wagon Wheel for best mask.

The committee wishes to thank Lars Marshall for the use of his house, Paula Schaper for the use of her property, and Chip Fieberg for his great fliers.


Not Nice

It’s not nice to have a guy die

On your doorstep. It’s not nice

To turn your back on misery,

And not so nice to know

That you could let him go

His way to what could be

Much worse.

He may not belong, but he’s

Around and chose to visit

On his own. He’s not from

Here, but they may hear

And say some things about us

That may, or maybe not be true.

He may have cousins out there

On the desert deadland where

A wall awaits inscriptions listing

All its many dead. I thought

About it once or twice; it may

Be legal, but it’s not nice.

Martin Lahiff


Sunday Mornings

The canyons we’ve hiked

through much of the winter

have provided purpose

for our Sunday mornings

The physical aspect for certain

and the admiration for rock

and water that has, over eons,

brought a collective explosion

of flora and fauna

But seeing canyons as time

capsules that capture a present

state of mind only nature

can grasp so freely

We become enthralled

with the coolness and purity

of air, the low sun and its

play with shadow and light

And each and every footfall

along a path or through a wash,

a scramble up a cliff or a slide

down a hill punctuates those

Indelible moments until Sunday

mornings never tasted so good

and the entire group, sometimes

close to twenty of us, cascade

through that dreamy space so

much better for the effort

—Robert E Druchniak