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MOUNTAIN MAJESTY
By Wendy Brown-Barry
We left the house real early Before the sun came up Both horses in the trailer And all our camping stuff.
For Granite Creek we headed To spend some time alone With the dogs and horses Where there ain't no telephones.
So with big smiles upon our faces We headed up the road Past Jones' little country store And a rock shaped like a globe.
But we just kept on drivin' Till we got to Granite Creek A-way up where the sky's so blue 'Bout seven thousand feet.
The water shone like diamonds And rushed past with a roar Sounds of Nature all around us Oh, who could ask for more?
Jobs, TV and radio Had all been left behind Just lookin' for some solitude And a little piece of mind.
So, with lots of care and forethought We loaded up our packs Everything we needed We carried on our backs.
With horses fully loaded Two dogs rounding out our team This time they carried their own packs They love the campin' scene.
Up Isberg Trail we headed Through a place they call The Niche Now the passing's easy But it used to be a b*tch!
The trail crew had been busy With dynamite and stuff To make the crossing better So it wouldn't be so tough.
The trail wound along the creek As we struck for Cora Lake All the time a-wonderin' What we forgot to take.
But luckily to our surprise We didn't forget a thing The flowers all were bloomin' Up there it was like Spring.
We didn't get to Sadler Lake That's where we meant to go So we pitched a tent at Cora 'Cause there was too much snow.
The mosquitos swarmed like buzzards As they circled overhead They drove us all bananas And we wished they all were dead.
But we learned to live among 'em It became part of the routine There must be a reason for 'em In Mother Nature's scheme.
Next morning after breakfast We struck for Surprise Saddle Over logs and rocks and snow banks It really was a battle!
Past old Chetwood Cabin It's laying on the ground Some big trees fell upon it Now that must have been a sound!
Meadows filled with wildflowers Shooting Stars two feet high Lots of water all around And a mighty pretty sky.
When we got atop the ridge And gazed upon the view The San Joaquin below us A vision seen by few.
Lookin' down on an eagle Oh, what a sight to see Two hundred feet below us A-flyin' wild and free.
Minarets across the canyon Still covered all in snow The clouds upon our shoulders The river far below.
We were so awe-inspired By the hugeness of it all We gazed around in wonder Feeling very, very, small.
Two days we spent at Cora Just goin' with the flow Enjoyin' outdoor cookin' And Mother Nature's show.
The time passed all too quickly And soon we had to go The horses stepped out smartly And then we were below.
Leaving snow-capped peaks behind us The dogs leading with their packs Lookin' forward to the base camp And a chance to relax.
The beer was cold and frosty It went down pretty fine We cooled off in the creek And lost all track of time.
A good night's sleep was not to happen And we had a real scare At three A.M. we were awakened By the passing of a bear.
The horse spooked and bolted Reno tangled in her rope She got some burns upon her legs And I could only hope:
That she wouldn't be hurt badly And that quickly she would heal The wounds were superficial And not too big a deal.
So we counted ourselves lucky As we headed down the hill With lots of special memories We carry with us still.
So, if ya need some inspiration And your spirits need a rise Forget about the rat race And try a mountain on for size!
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry
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The Round Tuit Pack Team at Cora Lake |
Ridin' at Cora Lake |
Good Mornin' at Knoblock Meadow |
Up The Trail |
Snip & Buzz |
