High mountains are magical. Surrounded entirely by nature the spirit sings! The array of wild spring flowers on the valley floor are so beautiful. The lupine and sunflowers decorate the mountains and fill our hearts with hoping after a long snowy winter. The blossoming of these flowers progresses up the mountains as the snow melts. It may be late July as the flowers starting to unfold way up high! It is paradise and makes me think I have had the honor to chase spring up the mountains! Maybe there is a place where spring lasts only one precious day!

 

THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW THE SPRING

by Lauralee Northcott

 

When the heat comes back into the sun, and winter is losing its hold,

First flowers tell of stories yet untold.

First the sunflowers in the low country, the lupine follow the tide,

And each in its turn works its way up the mountainside.

 

Chorus

And the people who follow the spring, love horse tails in the sky,

They ride or walk to find themselves way up high

The land of spring awaits, it lives on, mountains high, lives on mountains high

 

Each meadow comes alive, as color invades its soul,

This is hope that you can touch, it's hope that you can hold.

Let's talk all day in the saddle, or never say a word, let's listen with our hearts

Hear the stories to be heard.

 

Chorus

 

 

One of the skills I never thought I would need or want is the ability to track animals. Sure, I watched the old westerns as a kid and I know that really cool scouts could tell exactly when and who had stopped at the cold campfire, but I never thought such a skill would come in handy for me. Yet life is full of surprises. This song was inspired by my friend, another pack cook, who took her guests to the Canadian border, but she didn't mean to! She was supposed to turn off by following the packer's tracks but she missed seeing them. When she spotted the border monument she knew she would have to backtrack in a hurry. Her saddle sore and exhausted guests were awfully glad when she finally found camp. A few weeks later she got a T-shirt in a mail from one of the guests on the trip. The front of the t-shirt read, “We don't know where we're going”, and the back said, “But we're making record time.” The rest of the story I just made up.

 

DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING

(BUT WE'RE MAKING RECORD TIME)

 

Chorus

Well, we don't know where we're going, but we're making record time.

I don't see any tracks, and a guide should not be blind.

Hope to see that packer's tent at the top of this next climb.

Cause I don't know where we're going but we're making record time.

 

Verse

You know a rendezvous is essential to a trip.

The guests and cook go out first, not much upon their hip.

Our mules and duffel pass us, we see our packer Quinn.

He's strong and brave, smart and sure, but there's some places he ain't been.

 

Chorus

So l don't know where we're going, but we're making record time.

I don't see any tracks, and a guide should not be blind.

Hope to see that packer's tent at the top of this next climb.

Cause I don't know where we're going but we're making record time.

 

Verse

My daddy always told me, better lucky than be good,

So, I've relied heavily on knocking on wood.

Maybe if I try to think a packer's way,

I might spot those little mule tracks, and I won't have to say......

 

Chorus

l don't know where we're going, but we're making record time.

I don't see any tracks, and a guide should not be blind.

Hope to see that packer's tent at the top of this next climb.

Cause I don't know where we're going but we're making record time.

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Pineneedle Basket Drawing by Peter Whitley