Well it looks like this is it, my friend, with the closing of the year.
Our adventure is drawing to an end, but before we pack our gear;
I'd like for us to just look back and see how things were then,
Reminisce on life within our shack and say remember when.
Remember when we landed at the wrong end of the lake?
We felt like we'd been stranded; two Cheechakos on the break.
And remember how the cold did crack the trees about our feet?
And the night from hell in the 'ol' bivouac, how we hugged to share the heat.
Oh, you and I we held our breath and that's where the stories begin;
for we both nearly froze to death . . . my God, remember when?
Remember when you saw your toe (well, how could you forget?)
'Twas bit to the bone in the bivouac show, ahh the evening of regret.
And then we found our home to be and met our neighbor Pete.
The pine squirrel that we loved to see and how he loved to eat.
Remember the games of chess we shared with the pieces too tiny to see?
Whether we won or we lost, neither one really cared, just a game over coffee or tea.
Remember swimming in the stream of gold, how 'ol' Grundy would fill us with fear?
While bulldogs went buzzing, psychotically bold, and they'd blast us with bites on the rear.
And then we would pan in the smooth speckled sands in hope that we might strike it rich.
We never got much but wrinkly hands, yet they were clean and that was a switch.
Remember the nights of the Northern Lights as we breathlessly gazed at the sky?
They toiled and boiled and danced with delight as we shook with a sobering sigh.
And remember the campfires that we have shared and the dreams that we'd both talked about?
Expressions accented by flickering flares till the last of the embers went out.
Remember our cabin at Paradise Creek that you and I built with our hands?
Remember her stove-pipe and how it did leak, so quiet and still now she stands.
'Twas a classy old cabin and oh what a view (how 'bout the diagonal floor?)
And who built that 'ol' cabin, damn right me and you, with the moose antlers over the door.
And the moose, the moose; how could I forget mat bull with the wide spreading rack.
He almost weighed a ton, I'll bet, for he damn near broke our backs.
And remember the night when we almost went mad, and how we were singin'' the blues.
Then the chopper came in and boy were we glad, for they brought us a bottle of booze.
And how 'bout the trip past the edge of the map, our trip of determination.
And how you broke through the thin ice trap, our last hope was the hydrostation.
And I blew off the lock with our trusty shotgun, for I thought that we might lose your toe.
Such adventures we've shared 'neath the midnight sun, only you and I will know.
So it looks like this is it, old friend, we've shared a common strife.
We're partners now until the end, and brothers now for life.
It certainly has flown by fast as those times that we've been through;
the memories of our cabin past, all shared by me and you.
Well . . . just steer dear of the trodden track and if times get rough, well then,
reminisce on life within our shack, smile and say"Remember when!"
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