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www.epicski.com/forum/thread/23956/ode-to-pre-dawn-climbing-with-bob-peters
Quote:
Originally Posted by Si 
Just came back from a week in Jackson Hole. Although there was just (very) hard pack in bounds I spent 3 early mornings (pre-dawn) climbing with Bob Peters up the 1686 ft. boot pack to the peak of Mount Glory from the top of Teton Pass (a near daily regimen for him lately with no new snow). I have no idea why I did that but here's some verse I started while climbing (when I wasn't totally oxygen starved) and then finished later.
To the tune of Dylan's Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man:
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
In the ice and cold of morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that light of morning has not us yet to seek
Hidden to us by the peak
Left me blindly here to climb while almost sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm blistered on my feet,
But I strive to climb and meet
With the mountain's ridge so dark its like I'm dreaming.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
In the ice and cold of morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me for a tour upon your snowy kinfe edged ridge,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my ski boots
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to ski
Beyond my own limits, I will find my confidence
I promise you I'll go for it
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear whining, cursing, bitching loudly up the climb,
It's not aimed at anyone, I'm just way too far behind
And but for the climb I'd be back in bed sleeping.
And if you hear vague traces of wheezing while I climb
As you step so fast in time, it's just the ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a consequence of
Hopeless chasing after you.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through fog layers thick with rhime,
Up the boot pack slow in time, slipping most steps of the climb
Past haunted frightened trees, up to the windy peak
Far from the twisted reach of daily sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with pack off standing free,
Silhouetted by a sea, of snow spread like the sands,
With daily work left far behind, driven deep beneath the crust,
Let me forget about that life until tomorrow.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Just came back from a week in Jackson Hole. Although there was just (very) hard pack in bounds I spent 3 early mornings (pre-dawn) climbing with Bob Peters up the 1686 ft. boot pack to the peak of Mount Glory from the top of Teton Pass (a near daily regimen for him lately with no new snow). I have no idea why I did that but here's some verse I started while climbing (when I wasn't totally oxygen starved) and then finished later.
To the tune of Dylan's Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man:
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
In the ice and cold of morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that light of morning has not us yet to seek
Hidden to us by the peak
Left me blindly here to climb while almost sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm blistered on my feet,
But I strive to climb and meet
With the mountain's ridge so dark its like I'm dreaming.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me,
In the ice and cold of morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me for a tour upon your snowy kinfe edged ridge,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my ski boots
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to ski
Beyond my own limits, I will find my confidence
I promise you I'll go for it
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear whining, cursing, bitching loudly up the climb,
It's not aimed at anyone, I'm just way too far behind
And but for the climb I'd be back in bed sleeping.
And if you hear vague traces of wheezing while I climb
As you step so fast in time, it's just the ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a consequence of
Hopeless chasing after you.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through fog layers thick with rhime,
Up the boot pack slow in time, slipping most steps of the climb
Past haunted frightened trees, up to the windy peak
Far from the twisted reach of daily sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with pack off standing free,
Silhouetted by a sea, of snow spread like the sands,
With daily work left far behind, driven deep beneath the crust,
Let me forget about that life until tomorrow.
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
I'm still sleepy but I'll seek the peak we're going to
Hey Mr. Peters Man lay a track for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
