Children Tim and I used to climb the hills;
Near Snoqualme falls and Issaquah.
Bee Bee guns and homemade fishing poles,
Follow the streams up, then down.
Grandpa taught us that, get lost
Follow the streams down.
Many times we found ourselves miles from home.
Would get home near dark
Leaving in morning it would be in bright sunshine!
Ok, this is some fiction and it was the Northwest,
Like the lies told to us of huge trout.
We caught only pollywogs and minnows.
ninety percent of the time it was raining
The bee bee guns and our dog Blackee our protection.
Hey, we were kids trying to find the Nudist colony!
The old men in the village said was on the otherside.
One day we did find the fenced in grounds a disappointment.
Most of those wandering around undressed,
Were fat, homely and older than Grandma and Grandpa.
Probably in their late thirties or mid forties.
And the day we found the camp it was raining and cold.
The adventure was what we saw on the way.
Bears, Cougars, Susquatch and Black Panthers!
Who ignored us except Bears in the blackberry patch
Also Mosquitoes, Man eating Mud flies, and poisen ivy
Ok, the fictional part there are no Black Panthers in Washington
Blackee was always barking so we know Susquatch was there.
Today where we were walking is an Indian Casino
And not far away homeless camps perverts and four wheel trails.
We often saw Susquatches eyes in the dark watching us.
If there are no Black Panthers it had to be Susquatch
I don't believe Grandpa that they were only hoot owls
No one worried all day it was adventure and we were kids