We Wrote A Poem.
Here Is What It Says: The snopark road was closed and muddy
The mud felt a bit like silly putty.
We walked determinedly up the hill
An eight year old snowshoer and her mom until.
We found the top and the climb leveled.
We had our lunch-in the tuna we reveled.
We wore our snowshoes for 10 minutes.
When the trail was bear we said,"Good riddance"
The sun came out for just a bit
Then it snowed hard but we didn't quit.
Mom was pulling a heavy sled
With food and sleeping bags for our bed.
Some ravens watched from close by
It started to rain but we did not cry.
Getting closer the miles clicked down
It was nice to be so far from town.
We found the hut and gave a shout
Hurray we did it and did not pout
We are grateful to Mt. Tahoma Trails
For such a nice hut though it did rain bails.