PALM SPRINGS TO SEVEN PALMS 95 



graph that screeched its best, yet failed to drown 

 the racket that reigned outside. 



The locaHty is proHfic in coyotes, and in fact has 

 supplied me with the trio of skins on which I spread 

 my blankets when Mother Earth's ribs are my bed- 

 stead. It must have been the songs of some of these 

 vocalists that put me and kept me asleep, for in 

 spite of the uproar I slept calmly in my palm bivouac 

 till Kaweah's shrill neigh called me at daybreak. 



