In this camp of keen desire and pure delight.
Let them go, go, go, away from home!
On the summit of the world they’re overdue.
Away! The trail is clear before you
When the old spring fret comes o’er you,
And the Red Gods mix their medicine again.
Photo by Jack Young
Young men camping in Yellowstone
When the mountain yarns cease flowing and the night is in the glowing, conversation wanes.
Then a sudden clap of thunder makes them huddle up the number to fend against the rains.