Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Blue Mountain

Blue Mountain, Nevada.
Driving by Blue Mountain the other day, I composed a little song, sung to the tune of On Top of Old Smokey.

On top of old Bluey,
Never covered with snow,
I spied some sweet outcrops
And a herd of antelope.

The Black Rock is nearby
And so is a mine.
You can see both from the top
Anytime the sun shines.

I wondered and wondered
Where the Blue name came from.
There's no blue spruce or turquoise,
And no rivers that run.

Okay, so you can barely see the mine, and sometimes the mountain gets a bit of snow:

Barely seeing the mine (yellow pin in distance) from Blue Mountain.
Blue Mountain and snow shower, beyond fallish tree.

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