We hiked the trail and ate some dust
For someone said this trail’s a must
To take us where we want to go.
We climbed real high and breathed a sigh
When we reached the spot
Where cool, clear waters flow.
So here we are, in camp at last
Heart beat strong, breathing fast.
We came to play, ‘twas more like work
To find our way to the old South Fork.
BY MULE TO SOUTH FORK MEADOWS
By: Frederick Laird
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