The Fourth and Final Day of “Four Days of Outdoor Adventure Fodder” continued. . .
This is a little ditty, dedicated to the brother-in-law. I made up to pass the time during the Ray Lakes adventure. It is set to the tune of “Twelve Days of Christmas”.
On the first day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, a “vintage” backpack from the pit of Hell.
On the second day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, two snake kits.
On the third day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, three rapid river crossings.
On the fourth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, four stormy nights.
On the fifth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, five bugs of giardia!
On the sixth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, six snakes are striking!
On the seventh day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, seven sleepless night!
On the eighth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, eight days of sunburn.
On the ninth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, nine blisters bleeding!
On the tenth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, ten more miles to go!
On the eleventh day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me eleven, itchy bug bites!
On the twelfth day of backpacking the brother-in-law gave to me, twelve thousand foot drop-offs!
(162! Huh? I am blaming the heat and water retention! )
A Piece of the Pie Hole 