Dog Canyon, Big Bend, West Texas, just north of the Mexico Border. No sounds but birds and the crunching of sand and rocks under your boots. You figure the black bears, coyotes and mountain lions hear that crunching, too. Walking in the wilds of West Texas’ Dog Canyon will make you pay attention.
We wanted to give you something of the flavor of Dog Canyon, the place out west that lent us its name. So some us returned to the Canyon. We took along some music and our friend Derek Carroll, cinematographer extraordinaire. The song’s an old one, first recorded by the psychedelic band, Sopwith Camel, in the 1960s. Shortened a bit from the original, it’s one of our favorite desert songs. We’ve been singing it for many years.
When it was time to give this new site a name, DogCanyon came to mind almost like magic. There was no real reason, ‘cept it was the name of a place we loved. Rationalizing a decision made because of the sound of the name and the rough beauty of the place, we could point out that Dog Canyon is accessible but challenging in some ways. Accessible and challenging wouldn’t be bad traits in a political and cultural blog.

There’s also the native critter, the coyote: playful, curious, surviving, flourishing in all environs. Not a bad symbol. That’s where the Armchair Coyote you see at top-right of the site comes from.
It is true that the U.S. Cavalry’s Camel Corps broke down in the canyon. Something about it was too hard on the beasts. Don’t be misled by some liberties in the video. It’s unlikely you’ll see wild descendants of some camels said to have gotten loose in the 19th Century. But you never know. Like the web site: you never know.
As a boy, Woody Guthrie came through the area once. He wrote about coming upon a river full of naked women splashing in the Rio Grande, wondering aloud why God hated him so much to “lose me here among these old bumpy rocks” with a vision of angelhood so near but so impossibly far away. It’s in his book, Seeds of Man, and he gets downright bawdy in his recollection of the bathers.
I first came out here when I was 16, and I’ve been back most every year since. When city lights “hit me like a blizzard,” as the song says, there’s something magically restorative and maybe transformative about Dog Canyon and the Big Bend.
That’s as good a reason as any for naming DogCanyon.org after the place.
The Dog Canyon Band and Blogger Corps:
Derek Carroll — Cinematographer
Chris Jefferies — Sound; vocals and guitar
Margie Becker — Producer, editor
Johnny Bradley — Bass
Katie Smith – Fiddle
Glenn Smith — Guitar, vocals
“Blog the Dog” closing tag inventor — Jeff Crosby
Special thanks to the late Molly Ivins. Some years ago, Molly decided to take Texas state Rep. Elliott Naishtat on the Dog Canyon hike. She thought she oughta prepare the New York native for the unexpected, so Molly taught him what to do if a mountain lion happened upon them. Raise yourself up as tall as you can, make claws of your hands and roar like a monster. Elliott practiced for a day and a half. No one’s seen a mountain lion since. Elliott often re-enacts his cat-intimidating pose, even when the cat in question is quite stuffed.
Blog the Dog.


It's FUBAR you have to watch out for.
God willing, he’s distracted….
The fiddle player is HOT!
The warrant has been issued.
Loved the video, Glenn, and love reading your Dog Canyon blog. I do think your bio ought to mention the Gridiron Show.
Diane, that’s a durn good point. I’ll get that done….great to hear from you!
Well, if a butterfly flew by…
Wow! Well done, Glenn et all. Now that should answer the questions about the origin of DogCanyon’s name. Lizard/Wizard…conjures up all sorts of metaphorical images!!!
elliot needs practicin’ on his claws
but the bobcat don’t mind
and YOU are one hot singin & playin fool
in a genuine texas throw-down stompin-good hat…
You and yours never cease to amaze.
You guys are so Texas it hurts.
The dancing wizards of Texas.
(CAPTCHA phrase: saguaros California. Close but no cigar.)
ya’ll settle your asses down, I’m out of the business.
You’re out of the business….and Texas didn’t need the stimulus money to balance the budget.
Glenn,
Loved every minute of it!
Jim
Wow, Jim, thanks. Our old buddy Chris gets credit for that cool sound (under less than ideal circumstance), Derek gets credit for the visual flair, Margie for the pace and graphics, Katie for the fiddle and bow. I danced on a rock. Damn fun it was, too. Means the world to me to hear from you. Hope to see ya soon.
My husband frequents your blog and shared the Dancin’ Wizard with me. A very fine song indeed. Made me go and order the remake of Sopwith Camels The Miraculous Hump Returns From The Moon. I didn’t want to lose track of it it’s so good. Thanks a bunch.
PS: That ain’t no bobcat…
I still love Sopwith Camel’s version. I only happened upon them by chance so many years ago. I’m glad your husband shared the music, and thanks so much for taking a moment to write. As for Dancing Wizard, ours will always be here, too.
love the video…was this part of the last dog canyon hike? i feel very blessed to know you guys…thanks for sharing your experiences with me….
Ah, Nan, we’re the ones blessed to know you, your family and friends. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of the Stillwell Store front porch and your ready smile!
We’ll be back there before you know it. Tell everyone out that way howdy for us.
Durnit, forgot to answer your question. Yes, Derek filmed our hike to Dog Canyon just before we stopped by Stillwell the other day. It was hot, and I can promise you that on the hike out the thoughts of see y’all and having a cold drink kept our feet moving!
i love,love,love the video…was this part of the last dog canyon hike? i feel blessed to know you guys. thanks for sharing the experience with me…
Hawmps!
Great stuff guys. Glenn you really are a dancing wizard/lizard.
This is a wonderfully evocative video. Love it. It aches with Texasness. Beautiful visuals and Glenn’s voice is surprisingly appealing — mostly because Katie and Margie were making him look good.
No disputing your always on the mark review: Katie, Margie and the gang get all the credit — working against all odds to make a guy passable even though his main talent is hopping about on a rock in the desert.
Chicken skin music, Glenn.
(I still have and cherish the vinyl LP by that name which you generously loaned me, circa 33 years ago, and which, when I apologized months later for not having returned it, you even more generously told me I could keep.)
John!!! How the heck are you? I see from your web site you are doing well. We gotta finda a way to explore old times — and new ones, too.
I remember Dog Canyon well….I have a little fall on the trail…had to be carried down by a nice ranger and three local cowboys. The fall was bad…but looking at the back side of the cowboys…well that is another story. They were really nice to climb up there and help me. Thanks for the memories…I love your music.
“…the backside of the cowboys…”
It’s long been said that the views from Dog Canyon are terrific. Can’t say I share a preference for this particular view you mention, but I’m glad the place spoke to you. Thanks for the kind words on the music.
Glenn, Sorry I couldn’t be a part of this song, but Johnny more than filled my shoes; everyone sounds great and your singing is perfect. Big Bend is a microcosm of our state! Not to say that it is overrun by pigs(javelinas), but the mountain lions need to do some thinning of the swine herds!
We missed you, Pat. Next one. Thanks so much for the kind words. Coming from one of the most skilled musicians I’ve ever known, it means a lot. I think the javelinas took over after Elliott Naishtat scared away all the mountain lions. Also, there’s a big open gypsum mine south of Alpine. That’s what’s in cat litter, and I think all the lions headed over that way to the mine for convenience’s sake.
cool!!
Band & Blogger Corps! I like that, Glenn. Looking forward to ‘seeing’ you this Thursday evening for your chat with Jay Ackroyd @ Virtually Speaking. Come get your driving lesson!
Love the new authopic! And I hope you republish this several times a year!
Thanks, Reba!