*to be sung to the tune of Gilligan’s Island*
Now sit right back and you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a faithful hike
That started from this little vale
By the shore of this smallish lake.
The campers were mighty hiking folks
The counselors brave and sure
72 venturers set out that day for a three day tour
A three daay toouuurrrr
The weather may attempt to rough
Our camping tarps be tossed
But all have the courage of a fearless crew
And we shall not be lost.
We shall not be lost
For we’ll bivouac upon the shore
Of some uncharted site
With hiking boots
The backpack too
The TP bag
And the trowel
The cooking pot
The bear bag and smores and jam
Here, on the over night hikes!
So this is the tale of our venturers
They’re here for a long long time (but not as long as they make it out to be)
They’ll have to make the best of things
It’s an uphill climb
The campers and the counselors
Will do their very best
To make each other comfortable
In their Appalachian nest
Their Appalachian nest
No phones, no lights! no motor cars
Not a single luxury
Like the great Sir Edmund
It’s primitive as can be
So join us here each day my friends
You’re sure to get a smile
From 72 venturers
Here, on the over night hiiiiiikes!
*chick boom*
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One Comment on “Ballad of Overnights”
Sang the whole song to myself! I’m smiling 🙂 Have fun!