We wake up at the crack of dawn.
We tug on jeans and pack a lunch.
Fill water bottles to the brim.
And comfortable shoes a must.
We drive to vacant parking lot,
and make a quick stop at the john.
And now we’re ready to begin.
It’s up to mountain top or bust.
We hike for miles then sit upon
a rock, a log or rustic bridge.
Then back we go and spot a fawn
which runs behind a shady limb.
We’re tired but make ourselves go on
until we’re back when light is dim.