Philosophy and politics make lively conversation. But if you take them too seriously, they can snap a few wires in your brain. Such seems to be the case with John Samuelson.
Samuelson was born in Sweden in 1873. He lived an adventurous life at sea, according to his stories of being shanghaied, shipwrecked, and captured by an African tribe. In 1927 he immigrated to the United States, drifted inland, and staked out a homestead in the Mojave Desert.
On one part of his 160 acres was a low hill piled with granite boulders. Samuelson kept busy fetching water from a nearby spring, and building a modest house out of the plentiful rocks on his land. But his mind was on fire with philosophy and politics. So in his spare time he ventured to the low hill with the granite boulders, with chisel in hand. And there he memorialized his views by carving them into the rocks.

As lapidary as his views were, his command of the English language was limited. And so the epigraphs were mangled by spelling and grammatical errors. Nonetheless they’re decipherable enough to show that this Swede was a controversial thinker.
The epigraphs on Sam’s Rocks contain much that people might agree with or disagree with. But it doesn’t matter whether someone’s philosophies are agreeable or disagreeable. If they take them too seriously, they will go mad.

In 1928, John Samuelson officially filed on the homestead he had spent a year building and chiseling out. But his application was denied. An official discovered he had not obtained American citizenship, and the law forbade non-citizens from owning a homestead.
He left the Mojave Desert and all of his hard work, for Los Angeles. But he wasn’t forgotten. He had befriended the writer of Perry Mason fame, named Erle Stanley Gardner. And Gardner wrote about him in Argosy magazine, and in a book entitled, Neighborhood Frontiers. Gardner was fascinated with John Samuelson, because the old Swede was crazy and entertained him with fantastic yarns about his adventures at sea.
In 1929, at age 56, John Samuelson went to a dance and got into a fight. He shot two men, killing one of them. But he never stood trial, because he was quickly judged insane and sent to the bughouse. A year later he escaped, and the madman fled north to Washington State. He eventually landed a job in a logging camp. And in 1954, at age 81, he was killed in a logging accident. He must have been very physically fit, because not too many people work as loggers, at that age.

Samuelson is no more, but his legacy lives on in a dusty old book written by Erle Stanley Gardner. And also in Sam’s Rocks. Sam’s Rocks lie in an obscure location in the Mojave Desert. But not as obscure as pre-internet days. A little googling can help anyone find them.
There is a fear that if too many people learn of this spot, and it becomes popular, taggers and vandals might destroy this unique monument to a cerebral madman of the West.
So if you are the hiking type and want to visit them in person, do what I did. Investigate diligently. Be persistent, and you’ll eventually find them. And if you give it that much effort, I feel hopeful you will respect your find, and enjoy it harmlessly.

“Religion is a code of moralls (sic) for us to live by no more, hell is here on this earth no other plase (sic). Moast (sic) of it we make our selfe (sic). As to haven (sic) find it in a lifetime. Nothing proven after death by preast (sic) or scientist?”
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Wise words, even if a bit jumbled or misspelled. Graffiti in the olden days. 🙂
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Graffiti back then was a little more difficult, with a chisel and hammer, instead of a can of spray paint. But it sure lasted longer.
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There seems to be still poeple grasp langhuage badly, and they not be philosaopcle so cangrutulatoins too himself.
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Just thinke badly how it wood be if he had from come from Peensyllvannia.
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Mean you Pennsilvynia? Indeed! 🙂
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Datz whut I ment. Penzylvanya.
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Yup! You dun gud!
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…mmm…! I don’t agree!
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Who aksed you?
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Noone but what does that matter! 🙂
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Exactly .. it served no poipose.
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Just living up to my duty of correcting certain smart alecks! Thats the poipose!
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The syntax of your comment made his point.
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Pftt!!!
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You all entertain yourselves far too easily! 😛
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Hee-hee-hee.
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There’s an area near the Fallon Naval Air Station where an ancient, rocky peninsula stuck into prehistoric Lake Lahontan. For tens of thousands of years, bored native hunters chipped patterns into the rocks. The higher a person wanders into what was once the shoreline, the older the petroglyphs, until they represent probably the very first people ever to see the region, maybe 15,000 years ago.
And then the government decided to protect the place by declaring it a monument, building a parking lot, and making footpaths that would keep people away from them.
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That sounds fascinating. I’d love to visit that place. And I’ll leave my can of spray paint behind.
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15,000-years from now, archaeologists will find the fragments of sacred liquid containers and the patterns of stars left by their shotgun pellets.
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And people will pay many bitcoins to see them on display in museums.
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I dunno, TG. Based on his rock carvings, he doesn’t seem that crazy to me. In fact, I kinda share those thoughts. UH OH…
Deb
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I don’t think his words are crazy, either. But he was declared legally insane by a court of law. Perhaps it’s fitting that he escaped the asylum.
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So it’s not insane to share the thoughts. It’s only insane to admit it.
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Sounds all the same to me. I think the insanity can lie in taking it all too seriously. Every philosophy seems flawed and with limitations. Best to take it with a grain of salt and sense of humor.
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I need to remember that with the approach of this year’s pecuniary contributions to the state bureaucracy, lest the only grain of salt be that left by my tears.
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Well, you’re kind of lucky, because you only have to pay Uncle Sam. It’s my understanding that Nevada has no income tax. Try paying taxes in California, and you’ll be crying enough to fill our Pacific Ocean.
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You haven’t seen my property taxes!
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Are property taxes higher in Nevada, than California?
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To be honest, I don’t know what property taxes are like in CA anymore. But NV is actually considered a high tax state. You just make up for the no income tax with high sales, auto, property, and small-business taxes. No big corporate or inventory taxes though (“Switzerland” for corporate offices). The tax-funded bureaucracy is slowly creeping over the mountains though. The local county school district has become an administrative black hole.
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I guess if they don’t get you one way, they’ll get you another.
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Yes, I don’t think he deserved to be put in an asylum.
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Well, it was either that or prison. And apparently, asylums were easy to escape from back then.
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Oh yeah, I forgot about prison being the alternative.
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No need to hike out into the remote desert to read the rantings of a mad man. Today we have the internet. Present company excluded, of course.
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In fact, Twitter was one such source, up until recently.
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Yeah, the writer of this blog may be crazy but he isn’t a madman. 🙂
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Nope, not since my lobotomy.
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LOL! Gee! It would have been scary to know you before your lobotomy. 🙂
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Now I’m tame as a kitten.
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Haha!
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Sounds like an interesting guy! I guess he didn’t believe in taking it easy if he was logging at the age of 81! Or maybe he fell asleep while logging.
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Yeah, maybe he was sawing the wrong kind of logs when a tree fell on him.
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Sleeping can be dangerous, if at the wrong place!
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I’ve learned that three such dangerous places are while taking a bath, while on military guard duty, and while playing poker.
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Well I tbink poker would be the safest among all of them, you just might lose all your money!
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Unless while you’re snoozing, an ace drops out of your sleeve.
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I think I’ve heard the snap in somebody’s wires somewhere, but not in the desert.
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There’s a lot of wire-snapping that’s been happening in our world lately.
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what a unique way of expressing himself. He sounds like quite the character. And how cool that you got to those rocks; I’m sure it make the trek worthwhile…
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I think he would have been entertaining to meet in person, as long as you kept on his good side.
I’ve been there several times. The initial trek was like unraveling a puzzle. I had to do a lot of exploring before locating the correct hill with the rocks.
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yes, people like that could probably go off the deep end at a moment’s notice.
I hope no one destroys such a piece of history…
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I hope it remains intact also. It provides some insights as to the controversies of the day, back in the 1920’s.
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and I’m sure some of those controversies still exist today…
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Amazingly enough, the sure seem to.
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