Archive for April, 2013

Lost & Found

Posted on April 25th, 2013 by Jo  |  Comments Off



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Trail details, NOAA weather, driving directions, maps and past trip reports can be found here: Mt. Teneriffe

Special Thanks to Guest Poet EWB:

As TNABs go,
this one’s a hoot.
The sun did shine,
the boots did scoot.

The falls were wet,
the ridge inclined,
the snow boot-stepped,
the temps divine.

But more than that,
more than the steep,
on this TNAB…
we lost a peep.

The search began,
the whistles blew,
the brush was beat,
the texts done flew!

But in the end,
our peep was found
just off the trail
all safe and sound.

So with a “Phew!”
we headed down
the Not-a-Trail
back into town.

To share new tales,
new TNAB lore,
over food and beer
at the House of Pour.

 

Going Postal

Posted on April 18th, 2013 by Jo  |  1 Comment »


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Trail details, NOAA weather, driving directions, maps and past trip reports can be found here: Mailbox Peak

TNAB Collective Poetic Effort:

There once was a hike named Mailbox.

  “It was wet. It was cold.”

Its tread was all roots and sharp rocks.

  “…cold, windy, rainy, shit…”

A miserable slope,

  “…sideways snow, fading light…”

one sapping all hope,

  “It got dark. TNAB.”

heck even in sunshine this trail sucks.

Sunset From Si

Posted on April 11th, 2013 by Jo  |  Comments Off

Si Summit Crew
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TNAB Sunset?

Trail details, NOAA weather, driving directions, maps and past trip reports can be found here: Mt Si (Old Trail)

Special Thanks to Guest Poet EWB:

Holy cow this is fast,
up and down the old Si,
don’t want to be last,
if I do I’ll just die.

This pace is a bruiser,
a forested grand prix.
Ha, KC is a loser.
Wait, the loser is me!

Damn, now there’s Scott,
and the margin is thin,
but with drool and snot
I can hold for the win.

The muscles are numb,
the cookies sublime,
the sunset is awesome,
the colors divine.

Some faces are new,
some back from the past,
a great TNAB crew,
one incredibly fast.

Now back to the trailhead,
in the dark it’s a chore.
Now brewskis and bread,
at the House that is Pour.

First & Last Time

Posted on April 4th, 2013 by Jo  |  2 Comments »

Where are we?
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Trail details, NOAA weather, driving directions, maps and past trip reports can be found here: Granite Lakes

Special Thanks to Guest Poet Scott:

Good idea, John, let’s go see Granite Lakes.
We can walk a road for 3 hours until our feet are full of aches.

The weather was wet, the shortcut full of slick mud.
Perfect for TNABbers to fall down with a thud.

The converted road wasn’t bad, it would have been pretty.
Except it was covered in snow, so that made it shitty.

We slipped and we sunk and crossed lots of streams.
Until a crossing so bad, it would haunt your dreams.

So we stopped a little short, and broke out the booze.
A night as bad as this, still enjoyed by our crew.

We double-timed it out of there, all moving so fast.
As for next year, Granite Lakes? No, thanks, I’ll pass.

Say Cheese!

Rhyming Response from John:

Oh how I wish
We’d gone to Rattlesnake
I’m gonna blame Moosefish
And hit him with a rake

Additional Lyrics by EWB:

There once was a TNAB too far.
It left an indelible scar.
The postholes were deep,
and the rain made us weep,
but luckily it was only bad from the cars.


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Comment Prose by WxMan:

The road up the middle-fork was pleasantly graded,
An auspicious start? That hope quickly faded.

The short cut trail soon degraded to slime,
A tricky slick mess that we call the ‘climb’.

“A road, turned to trail? With benches, how nice!”
That cheer turned to sneer, once it was covered in ice.

Ice, you say? That would have been grand!
This snow was soft, post-hole to your waist-band.

We suffered indeed; come back here we won’t,
If you think “Granite Lakes in early Spring?”
Take my advice… DON’T