Back in the old days

About a hundred years ago my dad, who was a professor and off for the summer, took my brother and I camping and fishing across the Wild West. We did the trip again later with my sister and step-mother.
Today, when we were in between Alpine and Marathon, TX, we waved to a Union Pacific train and the conductor blew his train whistle. I was thinkin' "That's the guy we met at the Mission RV park in El Paso!" (Who was a train conductor for Union Pacific. We talked to another guy there, at length - and he was a retired conductor!) Then I said to Heidi "I think we did that as kids; pretend to pull the whistle and see if the conductor would pull the whistle in response." She said "We did too!"
Anyway, it made me think about those trips, decades ago, when we camped, fished, then drove on to another campsite out west; and then did it all over again, a day or 3 later.

The other things I remember, from the first of those two Wild West trips, was the graffiti on the walls of the toilet, in Dick's home state of WY. (Please stop reading if bathroom humor might make cream cheese come out of your nose; presuming you are reading this while eating bagels with cream cheese on them.) Maybe Dick "I had other priorities" Cheney wrote them himself, back in his hard drinking, 5 draft deferments, pre-Chickenhawk days?

Anyway

Here I sit
Broken-hearted.
Came to shit
And only farted.

And (don't tell Lynne!)

It's no use standing on the seat in here
The crabs jump 12 feet high!

I think I was 12 when I read those
In WY
While the deer and the antelope played...