Back at camp, we learned that there would be no trip reports that night, because of the "Follies," which is the end of each week of camp's talent show. So after thinking it over for a few seconds, I had a leap of faith that I could write something before the Follies and present it there. I took a shower, and then spent about a half hour after dinner scribbling something out, and here is the result. I read it at the Follies - which were excellent by the way: a lot of talented singers, musicians, and story and joke tellers, and even a funny mime act on sleep deprivation.
"Ode to Obsidian Trail"
Eleven
hit the Obsidian Trail
Energized,
with such wide smilesWe had a great time, without fail
On this lollipop of a dozen miles
Obsidian’s
volcanic glass
It’s hard
as flint and black as jetThis hike is one you should not pass
This trek is one you’ll ne’er forget
We
climbed about 2,000 feet
Through
forest, meadow, lava fieldThe air was cool and damp, yet sweet
We layered up, from chill to shield
Around
midday, our merry bunch
By
waterfall and rocks of pumicePulled out our sandwiches for lunch:
Turkey, ham, cheese, tuna, hummus
As far as
wildlife on our day
The
highlight was a yellow marmotWe met no harm, but sad to say
I’m pretty sure we did alarm it
Through
open glen we softly tread
When we
all spied two glacial tarnsSo unexpected that I said
“What lovely lakes! Well, I’ll be darned!”
My week
here is near a close
This hike
today was quite the champA fitting last hike that I chose
To end my week in August Camp!
Yes,
eleven hiked the Obsidian Trail
A little
piece of Oregon heavenWith one last fact, I’ll end my tale:
How many returned? Why, all eleven!
Nice!! : )
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