Cruising down the trail,
With a tailwind at my back.
Got a bounce in my step,
And extra room in my pack.
No sweat on my brow,
Or cold fingertips.
My lungs are full of breath,
There’s a smile on my lips.
The Middle Fork’s just ahead,
In the valley down below.
I have a favorite campsite there,
Where the river’s got good flow.
No thought of rain,
We’re walking fast because we can.
The need to get there quickly,
Isn’t in the plan.
Once we’re there and the tent’s set up,
I’m gonna take a nap.
Then there’ll still be time for fishing,
And to sit around and yap.
Bugs and snow have gone away,
The Aspens turning gold.
I stop and drink right from a creek,
The water’s clear and cold.
I’m thankful that the air is fresh,
And sunshine warms my face,
Cause I remember those other times,
When such was not the case.
The sign said fifteen miles to go,
So I figured seven hours.
Now we’re almost there in three,
And that’s with looking at the flowers.
It’s true the trail I’m walking,
Is full of climbs and bends,
But I rejoice in the simple fact,
That this journey never ends.