Trail Tale
It was years ago, in the dead of winter, When the wanderlust chose to strike. So we kissed our wives, bid our children goodbye, And headed North, for a hike. As we started our journey, a storm formed around us... The wind began to blow, But we laughed at the weather as we shouldered our packs And headed off into the snow. We chose for our route an old railroad bed... A ghost from days long passed, When trains hauled out trees that were torn from the mountains By the men of the lumbering camps. The trains and the rails had long since vanished, But the way through the woods still remained. One final long scar, an insult unhealed, Which the forest had not yet reclaimed. The tempest grew worse as the hours passed by, And snow covered over the ground. From far up the valley we could hear the storm growing, And our hearts turned to ice at the sound. The howl of the wind rose along with the storm, 'Til it sounded like some kind of scream. Then out of the darkness, a bright light ap...