Berserk!

Last Labor Day weekend, I met a friend in Southern Colorado for a few days of camping, fishing, drinking, etc. I brought along the banjo [insert appropriate joke here], and we composed a couple excrutiatingly stupid drunken campfire songs. The first verse of one of them went something like this:

Labor Day’s a-comin’

Three days off a work.

If I don’t get out a town

I think I’ll go berserk.

Poetry, no? Anyway, I’m starting to feel like I might go berserk again if I don’t get a little break, so the old lady, the dogs and I are heading off to San Pedro Parks Wilderness for a couple days of backpacking. Never heard of San Pedro Parks? Good. That’s why I’m going there.