Vacation, Round 2

The Family and I returned to the Lincoln National Forest this weekend, with the hope that the weather would be sufficiently clear for some lengthier walks in the woods. Luck prevailed and we successfully hiked a substantial part of the Trestle Recreation Area in Cloudcroft, New Mexico.


While the remnants of the old railways were indeed interesting, the most noteworthy parts of the trip were the opportunities to commune with nature in an up-close and personal way.

In keeping with the newly-established tradition of documenting my travels in verse, I present to you the relevant details of this adventure in a quartet of limericks.

1.

The campground was quite isolated
The Offspring were less than elated
The site was not level

The dogs, though, did revel

And the cookies left all satiated.

2.

The forest was truly quite damp
On mushrooms we often did stamp

And while we were hikin’
We found crops of lichen

And cow pies all over the camp.

3.

When darkness was most at its height
The campfire flames lit the night

A toasted marshmallow
Can make taste buds bellow
They’re much better blackened than white.

4.
Alongside the carpets of moss
The snake guards his turf against loss

The ‘pillar’s striped sweater
Stays warm when it’s wetter

As the stately snail oozes across.