OUR NIGHT: AFFAIR IN THE OLD DUSTY SALOON
Our crew took to the high desert one weekend to enjoy a stay at a nice piece of Ranch land <to stay unnamed> somewhere near Joshua Tree. We entered the gates of the ranch at about 02:30 pm only to be completely shocked by how amazing the premises were. 3 acres all to ourselves, complete with a warmly lit home, a large fire pit and an open road that led to an abandoned Old Western town.
We were about to live out our childhood dreams of being outlaws, walking down a dusty dirt road that led to an old wooden saloon, where we’d meet the rest of our posse of badass horsemen and plan out our next heist. Then maybe get into a little trouble with the the locals and settle the debt with a few broken chairs. You know, all in good fun. However, there weren’t any locals. It was just our crew. Which was mighty fine to us. There was still work to be done to make this place our dreamland.
So we got to work.
We found old wood pieces and tree branches around the ranch, drove around, found more, chopped and built a huge fire, right in front of the old forgotten town. We made cowboy stew, served it in heated tortillas and passed around the whiskey bottle. And when the sun retreated behind the snow-capped mountains to the west, that's when the real fun began…
Beer bottles smashed, fists flew, whiskey bottles soared, and the fire raged on fueled by the wooden tables broken by our bodies. We belted out deep yells of pure thrill and fury. We loaded up wheel barrels from the carnage that we created in that town and stoked the flame.
Looking back on that night, I hear the tune of a steel guitar and a fast paced snare drum. It was a night that Marty Robbins might have described as the perfect western soiree. We were in our element.
In the morning, each one of us woke up in separate parts of the ranch. We slowly all made our way to the fire pit, dazed and confused. Little words were shared until Joel Hypponen brewed up some black coffee. Then it was all smiles, laughter and story telling about how insanely fun the night before had been. Our Seager t-shirts were ripped, torn and dirty. Our heads were heavy, but we had the best Western night of our lives. So far.
Photos by Ryan Valasek | Shot on Film