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TRAIL SONG

(Sung to the melody of “Git Along, Little Dogies”)

One morning as I was out driving for pleasure,

I saw a thru-hiker come walking along.

I pulled my car over and opened my window,

And as she drew closer I sang her this song:

Chorus:

Yippee ti yi yo, get along little hiker,

It’s your misfortune and none of my own.

Yippee ti yi yo, get along little hiker,

For onward to Canada is where you must roam.

It all started out way back down south in Campo,

Where the cactus grow and the yucca bloom.

She wanted to fatten on ice cream and pizza,

Yet before Jeff and Donna’s, she was just skin and bones.

Chorus

At Kennedy Meadows she climbed the Sierra,

With lightning and thunder and mountains that loom.

She finally got to Vermilion Valley,

Where she could get burgers and a motel room.

Chorus

Into Yosemite her PCT took her,

Where the streams and rivers are deep, cold, and wide.

She fooled the bears and the backcountry rangers,

But from the mosquitoes there was no place to hide.

Chorus

She sweated and swore through Section O’s bushes

In the miserable heat of the Hat Creek Rim.

Then Oregon came with cold nights and downpours,

And she thought she would never have dry feet again.

Chorus

At the Bridge of the Gods, Washington beckoned,

And she thought for the border she’d make a mad dash.

But wait—what’s this white stuff falling from the heavens?

Is that simply snow—or volcanic ash?

Chorus

—by Scrambler, Captain Bligh, and Nellie Bly