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 TrailEnergized, with such wide smiles
We had a great time, without fail
On this lollipop of a dozen miles
Obsidian’s volcanic glassIt’s hard as flint and black as jet
This hike is one you should not pass
This trek is one you’ll ne’er forget
We climbed about 2,000 feetThrough forest, meadow, lava field
The air was cool and damp, yet sweet
We layered up, from chill to shield
Around midday, our merry bunchBy waterfall and rocks of pumice
Pulled out our sandwiches for lunch:
Turkey, ham, cheese, tuna, hummus
As far as wildlife on our dayThe highlight was a yellow marmot
We met no harm, but sad to say
I’m pretty sure we did alarm it
Through open glen we softly treadWhen we all spied two glacial tarns
So unexpected that I said
“What lovely lakes! Well, I’ll be darned!”
My week here is near a closeThis hike today was quite the champ
A fitting last hike that I chose
To end my week in August Camp!
Yes, eleven hiked the Obsidian TrailA little piece of Oregon heaven
With one last fact, I’ll end my tale:
How many returned? Why, all eleven!