Camping with My Pal Jason at The Oasis in The Desert Near Steens…

The Oasis Campsite
Lily from The Oasis in The Desert near Steens…
Jason with “Ritchie” The Friendly Rattlesnake Snake at the Oasis in The Desert Badlands near Steens…

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Road to the Oasis in the desert badlands near Steens

It’s an adventure hanging with my pal, Jason. He’s the Snake Whisperer, you know…

Early morning about 4am last week, Jason, woke me up with a Zoom call. When I looked at him he started saying something about camping.

Then, he said with a laugh ‘n big shit eatin’ grin, “get over here, dude! We are going campin’ at the Oasis in the desert near Steens!”

I got up, without my boots on, showered, shaved ‘n stuff, got my saddle bags, and jumped on my dirty dirt bike. I was headed to the Oasis in the desert near Steens…

So, over hill ‘n dale, I road fast. My mind was set on a BBQ ‘n beer at the Oasis in the desert near Steens…

Seems we got a sudden invite from “Richie, ” The Friendly Rattlesnake, to go camping overnight. This was big!

Jason is a Snake Whisperer, you know. He can hear and sense Ritchie, from far away, you see…

Once I got there early afternoon ’bout 2 or so, Jason was already in his big rig ready for some fun action at the Oasis in the desert near Steens…

After a long drive to the Oasis in the desert near Steens, it was just before dark when we arrived. I still didn’t know what my pal, Jason, was up to. Maybe he was whispering to Ritchi, then…

While I put up the the pup tent for 2, Jason, sat with a beer visiting with Richie, his Rattlesnake buddy, who keeps a sharp eye on things at the Oasis near Steens…

Camping with Jason always includes his friends in the desert, or anywhere else we go. Richie, The Friendly Rattlesnake, is always there to meet us first. He checks things out so we are safe from other unfriendly critters hanging out at the Oasis at night…

Earlier, we discovered one lone desert Lily on the way at a small green patch in the desert. The Lily grows here in the spring when the desert is still wet and cool during the day…”

Jason loves to cook desert turnips, cactus apples, and his favorite roots as a veggie side, with a touch of his favorite Tiquila, too. For tonight, he cooks up a stir fry with generous pieces of smoked salmon we brought along for our camping adventure at the Oasis near Steens…

While I was cleaning up after dinner, Jason went with Richie looking for other new friends who might want to join us for a marshmellow or 2 by the fire. There’s a whole list of night time desert critters who love marshmallows cooked on a camp fire…

Some potential new friends might include these characters. Coyotes, skunks, bobcats, tarantulas, scorpions, centipedes, peccaries, kangaroo rats, jack rabbits, owls and nightjars are just a few of the many, Jason would entertain… Jason loves them all, as one family in the desert Oasis near Steens…

“Jumpin’ Jack”
The desert Jack Rabbit from The Oasis in the desert near Steens… https://www.facebook.com/morgan.newberry.90

While I waited at the campsite, close to the fire, smoking a peyote pipe, Jason went off in the dark with Richie to keep them safe from bad dudes. I was thinking then, how we would share a desert dessert, of Cactus Apples and whipped honey cream when they return…

Richie, The Friendly Rattlesnake, likes to bite Cactus Apples for practice… He would have his favorite dinner delights later…

Jason, finally came back after being out for awhile. He left Richie behind, he had dinner waiting. Think it was a Jack Rabbit, I believe. He was swallowing it for a late supper near the Oasis swim hole…

Jason was holding something in his arms, as he sat down by the camp fire for a beer and smoked Salmon bits. “Who is your new friend?” I asked Jason while staring at glaring black eyes under his pouch…

“It’s a injured baby bobcat,” Jason whispered sadly as he comforted the little kitty. “What did you name her?” I whispered back at Jason…

“I named her “Baby Betsy Bobcat,” Jason said with a kind smile. “She was almost killed by a huge desert Owl, a sneaky devil sitting top of a tall Joshau Tree near the swim hole close to Richie’s pad…

Jason put Baby Betsy Bobcat in the tent with us for the night to help her heal up until early morn. Then, take her back to her mom, who was waiting anxiously for little Betsie to return…

Jason is a Snake Whisperer and healer too, you know. All the desert wildlife know this when Jason is there, camping nearby at the desert Oasis near Steens.

We couldn’t sleep that night. Baby Betsy Bobcat was getting better after awhile, when we finally fell asleep. Jason got up way before me to take Baby Betsy Bobcat back to her mom near the Oasis swim hole…

Ritchie, The Friendly Rattlesnake, watched out for Jason, while I got everything ready to go. After Jason checked the camp fire to be sure it was out, we jumped into the big rig and raced to the salt flats near Steens.

It was another beautiful day in the desert badlands near Steens. We didn’t say much on the way back. We didn’t need to…

Everything was said or not said. It’s an adventure hanging with my pal, Jason. He’s a Snake Whisperer, you know, a healer too…

I was already thinking about the next adventure to the Oasis in the desert near Steens. It was that way at the desert Oasis near Steens…

Heading across the Salt Flats in the desert near Steens with my pal, Jason…
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Jason, Rosa, Doggie ‘n Me Too. Back to the Oasis in The Desert Near Steens…

Jason and new friend, “Gunner” The Resident Gopher Snake at the Oasis near Steens…
Jason with gorgeous Rosa in the Desert near Steens…
“Doggie”
“Gunner” The Resident Gopher Snake at the Oasis near Steens…

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“Gunner” The Resident Gopher Snake, greeted us at the Oasis near Steens with a puff ‘n huff. He puffed up his body and posed like a pit viper ready to strike, it seemed…

At first, I thought he was “Ritchie” The Friendly Rattlesnake Snake. Jason’s other Snake pal at the desert Oasis near Steens, did not show. We planned a picnic with Rosa and Doggie, on that beautiful day at the Oasis near Steens…

When Gunner lunged, at Jason, Rosa, Doggie ‘n Me, we jumped back with some trepidation and fear. Jason didn’t move, though, as we looked on in shock…

Gunner closed his mouth and simply gave Jason a little loving peck on the cheek. Gopher Snakes are friendly like that, you know…

Gunner, then looked over at us, standing there without a clue what to do in that moment. Jason set up the fold-up picnic table, and looked at us with a smerky grin and whispered, “Let’s cook us up a burger, and a frog for Gunner, and have a beer on me…”

We sat on a rock seat next to the fold-up picnic table under a shade tree by the spring fed pond. Jason held Gunner as they whispered sweet things to each other…

You see, Jason, is a snake Whisperer. He makes friends with snakes in the Desert Oasis near Steens…

While we talked of the beauty and peace of Jason’s secret place at the Oasis, Gunner and Doggie played hide ‘n sneak by the pond. They were looking for another frog or two, it would seem…

Doggie and Gunner looked back at Jason, Rosa and me, as if it was time for a swim in the cool spring fed pond at the Oasis… We all got up at once, jumped in together, laughing as one big happy family at the Oasis in the desert near Steens…

When we got in the truck to head back home, Doggie wouldn’t come. He was still playing hide ‘n sneak with Gunner in the pond at the Oasis near Steens…

Then, we saw Doggie running after us. He hopped into the back of the truck, smiling and laughing, like furry friends do. It was another heavenly day at the desert Oasis near Steens…

I’ll be back soon with another story about my pal, Jason. He’s a snake Whisperer, and all things made by God, in the desert badlands near Steens…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
Heading back home with Jason, Rosa and Doggie…

“Jason Evans at The Oasis in The Desert”

“Jason Evans at The Oasis in The Desert” Imagine this!
“Richie” The Friendly Rattlesnake with pal Jason at The Oasis in The Desert…

“When you haven’t seen another vehicle in 11 plus hours and woke up to the coyotes hollering at each other and have mooed at a few cows, passersby; still a fly is in your frame 💁🏻‍♂️” Jason Evans

I went for a drive with my pal, Jason, yesterday. It was a beautiful clear day in the remote desert valley below Steens…

I was looking forward to hooking up with Jason’s new best friend, “Ritchie” The Friendly Rattlesnake at the the Oasis in the desert next to Steens…

I couldn’t wait to jump in for a swim in the cool spring fed pond inside the Oasis in the desert. We were a long ways from humans here.

“It’s a good thing,” I mused to Jason, as we both looked at each other with smart ass grins and a laugh or two…

It’s a joy hanging out with Jason. He’s fun, and makes me think and dream about things we both love about nature and wildlife in the desert near Steens…

Solitude helps me to live in the moment with a peace of mind so spiritual and moving. My soul is at peace as we drive up to the Oasis in the desert near Steens…

“Richie” The Friendly Rattlesnake was waiting for us to arrive. He knows when Jason is coming. His soul tells him so…

Jason gets out with his friendly snake stick and walks slowly up to Richie, whispering something I did not understand. You see, Jason, is a Rattlesnake Whisperer…

Rattlesnakes Make Great Friends On The Trail…

Jason and Rattlesnakes love each other as friends in the Oasis by the Steens. “Ritchie”The Friendly Rattlesnake, is Jason’s new best friend in the Desert near Steens…

Richie, The Friendly Rattlesnake, stood back, bowed his head, and waved us by with his rattling tail. We could then enter the spring pond we imagined on the long drive here.

It was a good day in the Oasis near Steens… We imagined again the cool spring pond waiting for us near by…

We swam and bathed in the cool spring fed pond. It was here I felt God and the spirits move my soul.

In the meantime, Jason did not speak. He whispered things I couldn’t hear. You see, Jason, is a Rattlesnake Whisperer.

Jason’s soul whispers to me too. I can hear him now…

We didn’t speak on the drive back home. We whispered only to our souls looking back at the Oasis near Steens…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate…and aspiring artisan.
Heading back home with Jason and my soul…

Rattlesnakes Make Great Friends On The Trail…

Jason Evans on his spiritual journey…
Jason Evans, back home among the rest of us…

I’m so delighted to introduce my friend and soul brother, Jason Evans. A man who lives his life from his heart and soul. He is daring, loves nature and wildlife. This is sacred to Jason. He lives with God and Rattlesnakes too. He loves, with empathy and kindness in his heart. We are kindred spirits, Jason and me… Steve Sparks

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Rattlesnakes didn’t scare me. I hiked past dozens. Found them respectful in their warning rattle, regal as they surrendered the trail.

Except for one juvenile, basking in the sun, laid out like an arrow. He didn’t warn me. Yet I stopped short, eventually clacking my poles. Still he didn’t so much as shudder.

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I reached out a pole and gently nudged him. Pliable like a bean bag. After a little pole pounding and stomping from a safe distance, and absolutely no recognition, I reached again with a pole to nudge him; wondering finally if he was dead.

Snapping, in an instant he twisted and struck – fangs tinking and dripping against the pole. He glared at me in a snakey sort of way and slithered off; I thought a little haughtily.

Later some old-timers told me the juveniles are most dangerous, because they are more likely than their judicious elders, to “blow their wad,” every time they strike.

It was a little disconcerting, cowboy camping in the desert one night, when I heard, nearby, a jackrabbit scream while ripped apart by coyotes. It wasn’t quick.

A swarm of angry bees was like a spun oblong tornado 4 feet tall, that I heard from a ways off hovering 30 feet above the chaparral, and equidistant to me. Looking back and forth on the steep and rugged trail, I realized if I was blamed for disturbing them, I had nowhere to go.

Dawn wolves howling on a nearby peak south of Crater Lake were awesome.

The cougar I saw in Southern California, at dusk, slunk up the side of the hill after I hissed at her. Super goosebumps though. I saw their tracks many times.

Bears were generally bounding off through the berries – myself made known – day or night, and so I rarely got a good look.

My only scary animal experience involved a herd of cattle.

I’ve worked with grass fed cattle on a small sustainable farm and think myself good with them.

In an open field I can move amidst the herd and walk out a particular cow if I want. I’ve been close enough to lend a good welcomed scratch from time to time. Cows don’t generally like to be petted.

I was hiking in middle California one night, near the timberline, above some steep grassy rangeland. The trail was overgrown; tall shrubs on both sides were thick and my headlamp didn’t illuminate but a few feet beyond the fringe.

I saw reflections in the eyes of a couple cows standing just off trail, chewing their cud. They spooked and started crashing – presumably blindly – through the brush.

Within moments another dozen cows, unseen, were to their feet and crashing too. They didn’t run away, but swarmed me in their confusion, sometimes checking each other in their mad scramble.

All of it I could hear, but all I saw were the flashing of their eyes and an occasional profile begin to form and then fade away. Several flashed across the trail before and behind.

There was nothing I could do but dim my headlamp and hike fast – sure I would be trampled any moment.

Eventually they were all behind me. I had run the gauntlet. I was shaking.

Most moving were the antics of spirited lizards, marmots with immense character and woodpeckers tapping trees in the near distance.

There was a mid-morning of memories that will stay with me longer than most. It was the Alpine Wilderness, in the Klamath National Forest of Northern California.

The Pacific Crest Trail cast along a wending, near horizontal path through a rough and steep scree slope.

I came around a bend, and saw grazing, at a rare tuft of verdant scruff, a young buck – a black-tail deer. His nascent antlers downy.

I said aloud “You’re beautiful,” surprised at the sound of my own voice, which I hadn’t heard in at least a day. Pausing in admiration I rested on my trekking poles, and considered our situation.

It was at least a quarter mile south to a spot where the deer or me might safely step off trail. And I knew, the chance the deer would follow me south to do so, was slim.

Certainly the deer wouldn’t brush shoulders with me while I passed. I had no idea what to expect from the trail ahead. And either of us breaking a leg to go around was my utmost concern.

So after a while I stepped forward and paused, and then again … and it seemed like Buck got the idea and he turned from me to meander up trail. I followed.

Neither of us rushed. For almost a mile we hiked together as such, he always 60 feet ahead, every now and then glancing back to be sure I hadn’t broken our agreement.

He bounded from the trail where we came over a saddle, but as I came up he still stood, facing me from a mossy clearing 20 feet away.

He leaned forward and tapped a front hoof and shook his head at me when I paused again, like he was hooking into a scrum.

I nodded, and continued my journey, leaving him to his. Jason Evans