From Petite's Gap Road
Into the woods we strode,
Taking the Sulfur Ridge Trail,
Then the Appalachian Trail,
Where white blazes serve as code.
As best I can recall,
It was largely horizontal
And the trail was fine.
So we hikers nine
Had no reason to stall.
So I'm proud to tell
That we did right well
And our poles applied
As from our side
The steep slopes fell.
At Sulfur Springs trail the second time
Doug decided that it was time
To take a different trail.
So we followed that horse trail,
And easy was its climb.
To our lunch spot 'twas like a bushwhack.
But of its name I shan't lose track
'Cause it's pretty hard to knock
A spot like Snow Sandwich Rock.*
Some day I may come back.
Being on a roll,
From five corners we stole
Up a short trail with logs.
But we saw no frogs
At the water hole.
The weather was fine.
Our miles were nine.
It was almost bliss.
A hike as great as this
You hardly can malign.
Bernie the Bard
* Name supplied by Laura Neale, who said snow fell on her sandwich during an earlier visit.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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