Red Lake Peak, 27 March 2004
Dingus swings on angel wings
linking turns like serpent strings
while Brutus and the Ratchet Nurse
crater, biff, and yard-sale curse
He swishes down with master's skill
his upper body quiet, still,
and shouts to us "Just hop and hope!"
Ratchet shakes and recoils "Nope!"
We think this tour will never end:
Researching ways that legs don't bend
with fractured skull and twisted spine,
we hear the call "Just SKI that Line!"
Slowly, with a swishing sound
the sky and mountain turn around
I rocket headfirst down the slope
a soft runout my only hope
Finally we're at "Crater" Lake...
I pray the Lord my soul to take;
Another turn, another dive --
we'll never make it out alive.
Eventually our free heel woes
stagger to a painful close.
No sign of Dingus, he's long gone,
the night brings thoughts of distant dawn
with Brutus sprawling on the snow
and Ratchet singing songs of woe.
But wait! we see his car draw near!
Craig hands us each a frosty beer.
Thanks for an awesome day!
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