Mt Liumchen // A Poetic Take on a Bad Hike
- Greg Luesink
- Jul 13, 2023
- 2 min read
In lieu of a typical blog post, I was feeling that a poem would be more appropriate for this tale.
Three lads set forth to Liumchen
in order to test their gumption.
Plan B it was
And that's because
Welch Peak was shroud in clouds
In fact they'd drove
up Foley Creek road,
but they'd turned around
and headed down,
For Welch they could not see
Thus, their sights were set
On the lesser summit.
They hiked the ridge,
disappointed a smidge
(Tho none said so aloud).
Bear scat they found
all over the ground.
At least five blue-ish piles...
looked like they'd been there a while,
for fresh they did not appear
They rambled along
while the birds were in song,
fought back the attack
of each branch that would whack
their arms, heads, faces, and legs
Liumchen appeared
but as everyone feared...
their path was blocked
by a cliff of ominous rock
perhaps they'd met their match
But...
After some exploration
They scrambled past the formation
and at last they did stand
on a summit surprisingly grand
Finally, on top of Liumchen
The US border did lie
A hop skip and jump yonder by
So they trod once again
Onward, with a grin
To The United States of America
Backtracking they went
A bushwhacking lament
Back to the car
Which turns out was quite far
Oh well, that's a hike I guess
All in all, I'll say this
I was somewhat remiss
For I coerced my two friends
To bushwhack to no end...
And I think they were quite disappointed.
One day I'll redeem
This bad hike with my team
Perhaps up Welch Peak
But maybe not during mid-week
So the lads don't take off work for nothing.
The End.
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