A few springs ago we asked Mark to plan a spring trip. Mark tentatively selected a hike to Rainbow Falls. After several fits and false starts I was prompted to send Mark this poem – a collaboration between myself and my wife.
The Much Anticipated Never Accomplished Rainbow Falls Trip
(To be sung to the tune of Somewhere Over the Rainbow……..)
Someday we’ll get to Rainbow Falls, I know.
Mark said we’ll get to Rainbow but not what time to go.
Someday we’ll get to Rainbow Falls, it’s clear.
Mark said we’ll get to Rainbow I hope that it’s this year.
We don’t know what gear to bring
if we should dress for fall or spring
or maybe summer.
We just don’t know what we will eat,
where we’ll sleep or where we’ll meet
– what a bummer!
Someday we’ll get to Rainbow Falls, I thought
Mark said we’ll get to Rainbow but I’m getting overwrought.
On mountain tops we’ll make our camp
we won’t know if it’s dry or damp
until we get there!
We may meet at crack of day,
morning, noon, it’s hard to say,
but why should we care?
Someday we’ll get to Rainbow Falls, yes we can
Mark said we’ll get to Rainbow if only he would plan.
The rest of us found the song much more entertaining than Mark did.
In the intervening years Mark has become quite the trip planner and has taken the lead planning our trips to Murphy’s Lake, Mount Blue and Tenant Creek Falls, among others. Perhaps he was motivated by the threat of other songs?SHARE