CURRY GAP TO BLACKHORSE GAP HIKE

The day being hot and hazy,
I knew I'd sweat like crazy
And my strength it would zap
Though I'd had my nap
And was fresh as a daisy.

When we stopped at Peaks of Otter,
I topped off my water.
Then we drove a middling way
South on the Parkway,
Glad it wasn't any hotter.

At Blackhorse, Patricia made us four.
Left her car, drove south some more.
At Road One-ninety-one
We began our fun
When Larry locked his door.

A mile after we sallied forth,
Finding the A.T., we headed north.
First there was a downgrade,
And I thought we had it made,
For what that is worth.

We had a peak
At Curry Creek
And let me say, "Oh my,
That creek was nearly dry!"
Uphill then, but we didn't streak.

Over the top, down once more.
This repeated till our feet were sore.
That's the universal tale
When you're on the trail
With its hills galore.

Blueberries there were to nibble,
Small but worth the trouble.
We didn't rely on them solely
As we ambled ever slowly,
Never marching at the double.

At Wilson's Creek we took a break.
Pools there were but not a lake.
On rocks that were right hard,
I set my pack down too hard,
Causing a Pepsi can to break!

Another break at Wilson Creek Shelter
While in the heat we sweltered.
Close to it
Is an old colliers pit
That made charcoal for smelters.

You know, of course,
That we stayed the course
And, by and by
As though young and spry,
We came out at Blackhorse.