The next morning, I rode up the Sheep Pen trails in the state park and took in some outstanding views. The trail itself I would not recommend for mountain biking, actually, but I’m glad I got to see this.
After the ride, it was time for Hops’s bimonthly toenail clipping. Those of you who have known Hops to have his toenails clipped will know that this damn near ruined our day. Luckily he gets over offenses quickly.
We then headed north for the town of Monahans, birthplace of Guy Clark. I checked with the author of the only book-length biography of the man, and she tells me that nothing is left in Monahans of the Clark family except this: the gravesite of Jack Prigg, star of the song “Desperadoes Waiting for a Train” (popularized by Jerry Jeff Walker, written by Guy Clark) and boyfriend of Clark’s grandmother, who ran a hotel where Guy did some of his growing up. The grandmother is buried beside Prigg, but her grave is unmarked. In the absence of a more substantial monument to this man whose legacy I so appreciate, I visited the double gravesite.
Please, take the next five minutes out and listen to this song.
For the night, I stayed just outside town at Monahans Sandhills State Park.
As I write these words, we’re snug in the van. I’m sipping whiskey and working on book reviews; Hops is snoring comfortably at my side. I wish I had some Old Crow and hot 7Up, to make it perfectly appropriate, but Guy, I’m thinking of you all the same.