
In the backcountry, at last.
Far from the trailhead.
Where the clear sky is bluer
And the blue mind clearer.
Where everything is over yonder,
Except for the things close-by.
Where the bare ground
Is comfortable to sleep on.
Where the fish
Are as big as you want them to be.
Where trails
Go on forever.
Where the weather
Sets the agenda.
Where sardines, Spam, and Nutella
Taste good, all mixed together.
Where you can drink the water
Straight from the creek.
Where the wind
Both begins and ends.
Where rocks and plants
Are considered works of art.
Where shouting
Usually means someone needs help.
Where each minute
Has more than 60 seconds.
Where you have to rely
On the information in your head.
Where maps matter
And wild is a good thing.
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