Nine days on five days off, the life of a backcountry trail worker
It’s Fourth of July tonight, America’s birthday, tonight she turns 239
The workdays of the past find their way down the shower drain
Feeling better now, it’s time to celebrate with coworkers in Lake Tahoe
This will make things interesting
Who knows what the night has in store for me
The clouds start to breath, my mind is on the brink of insanity
A quick reminder that I’m in deep
A long memorable walk to the lake has tattooed my brain
Some tall friends have been made along the way
Jeffery Pine, Quaking Aspen, and Ponderosa Pine keep me company
Reaching out their hands to meet mine, guiding me towards something new
The pine needle trail fades into a sandy beach, I take my foot prisons off
Each granule beneath my feet sends its warm regards through my entirety
The sand is assertive, telling me how much time and energy was needed to create this beach
Respectfully I continue on, another wave of psychedelic emotions has passed
It’s time to sit and watch the manmade explosions in the sky
An intense sentiment of happiness washes over me with each outburst of color
A river of small talk and applause gently rolls from one ear to the other
This whole experience seems to never end