The Lamar River Trail

The Jerkline - West Slope of Mount Norris
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the hill
And there's nothing left to do but lay around
I saddle up my pony and go riding down the trail
Just to watch the evening sun go down

Lamar River Trail
White faced cattle lowing, sagebrush everywhere
Granite spires are standing all around
I'll tell you folks it's heaven, to go ridin' down the trail
Just to watch the evening sun go down

The Confluence
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
Harebell plants are bloomin' on the mountain side
I hear a coyote calling to its mate

From Where the Sun Now Sets, I Will Walk No More Forever
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the hill
And there's nothing left to do but lay around
I saddle up my pony and go riding down the trail
Just to watch the evening sun go down

-Riding Down the Canyon, by Gene Autry (1936)

This was the tune that Bowhunter sang to me every night as we drifted off to sleep in our tents at the Salmon Forks in the Bob Marshall. Bowhunter sure can carry a tune. It's not the kind of thing you soon forget.