First & Last Time

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

2 Responses to “First & Last Time”

  1. WxMan says on :

    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

  2. ewb says on :

    Excellent! :)