"Can you surry? Can you picnic? Can you surry? Can you picnic?
Come on, come on and surry DOWN to a stoned soul picnic ..
There'll be laughter, time and wine.
Red yellow honey, Sassafras and moonshine ..
red yellow honey, Sassafras and moonshine, moonshine ..."
And the tides of FATE have brought them HERE for their Naked Lunch.
(r. to l.) Capitol Butte (6355'), UN 5750', UN 5958, and UN 5977'
"The picnic consisted of a naked lunch,
Those sandstone spires gave it some crunch.
Within the beat of a wing, the smell of a flower ..
As my dreams descended slowly down that sandstone tower."
April 13, 2011