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Poem: A Bad Day To Hike Is Still A Good Day To Hike

From the Desk of J.P.R on

Proud head cast downward

Rain drips off creased brow

Two steps, make a yard

Push on, prove a vow


Started 'fore break of day

Switchback upwards for hours

Summit is still so far away

Georgia trees are towers


At 5000 feet, the temp drops

Rain turns to pure snow

White up to boot tops!

Pushing worries low


Daylight grows stronger

Land below peeks out

not much longer! 

effort bests doubt


A bad day to hike

weather not ideal

A good day to hike

the summit surreal





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