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 townI 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.
Berserk!
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