Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Tree Burn: Ode to the Zone
You from the Stateside never know
In Panama, land of no snow
Only way we get a tree
Comes from far, across the sea
Jungle trees are everywhere
But ones for Christmas, none to spare
Off the ship, they come a finally
A pretty price, we pay a plenty
This tradition we hold so dear
Follows Christmas every year
Gifts all open, its time to pillage
Through my little Zonian village
Barefoot gangs of motley boys
For these days, abandon toys
Off for the tree hunt search they go
Inspecting high , the crew search low
Through the drives, streets, and places
A frantic pace of searching races
There,! its spotted laying down
A fir treasure let me drag it round
The distant canal is ever flowing
Through the town the search keeps going
Rival boy gangs ends in fight
Dragging trees throughout the night
A grand pile grows in the yard
Look close for the youth guard
A vigil kept through day and night
Beds are fashioned ne’er sleeping tight
One eye open to guard this treasure
Gold and silver by any measure
The guarded pile grows, never losing sight
Of the soon to come glorious night
The yearly ritual, Christmas tree burn
Where each spectator takes his turn
Into the blaze the tree is tossed
Its Christmas value never lost
A grand fire casts bright light and heat
Crackles and pops at every seat
As the glorious blaze casts its cheer
Goodbye to Christmas this CZ year
In Panama, land of no snow
Only way we get a tree
Comes from far, across the sea
Jungle trees are everywhere
But ones for Christmas, none to spare
Off the ship, they come a finally
A pretty price, we pay a plenty
This tradition we hold so dear
Follows Christmas every year
Gifts all open, its time to pillage
Through my little Zonian village
Barefoot gangs of motley boys
For these days, abandon toys
Off for the tree hunt search they go
Inspecting high , the crew search low
Through the drives, streets, and places
A frantic pace of searching races
There,! its spotted laying down
A fir treasure let me drag it round
The distant canal is ever flowing
Through the town the search keeps going
Rival boy gangs ends in fight
Dragging trees throughout the night
A grand pile grows in the yard
Look close for the youth guard
A vigil kept through day and night
Beds are fashioned ne’er sleeping tight
One eye open to guard this treasure
Gold and silver by any measure
The guarded pile grows, never losing sight
Of the soon to come glorious night
The yearly ritual, Christmas tree burn
Where each spectator takes his turn
Into the blaze the tree is tossed
Its Christmas value never lost
A grand fire casts bright light and heat
Crackles and pops at every seat
As the glorious blaze casts its cheer
Goodbye to Christmas this CZ year
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
9th grade CB letterman
Dylan is checking in, taller than his Dad?
Awarded his first Varsity letter for swimming in the 9th grade. Dad proud.
The Whole Enchilada
This picture is one of multiple spectacular views from the Porcupine Ridge. This was on a trail called the Whole Enchilada. We took an hour shuttle ride from the town of Moab up above the tree line nearing 11,000'. The temperature at the start of this ride was 40 degrees, and we were gasping for air as we made our first ascent to the summit. Starting down the backside of the ridge, we first encountered 20 degree declines with sketchy switchbacks. As we continued our descent, we travelled 35 miles, 7000 feet descent, 3 climate changes, and 8 hours of fun. Phew.
October MTB trip
My mountain bike heroes from circa USN days. Tom, Mac and I hit the trails for some great fun in Moab.
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