Saturday, December 26, 2009

Big Rock Candy Mountain

That's the song that was stuck in my head during our Christmas hike. It's got a happy tune, but it's not a happy tune. It's about hobos (song's words, don't PC me) wanting a Utopia where they get free everything.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Up on big ol' Tiger Mountain, we took a Christmas hike.

We walked amongst the big trees, and the sun was really bright.

We reached the summit marker to note the mountain's height.

The Big Guy's a goof, but that's all right.

The pups jumped up on everything in sight.

There was snow at the top. It sure was white.

Up on big ol' Tiger Mountain.


I saw Bigfoot.