Friday, August 22, 2008

BEST WESTERN ADVENTURES
Series 10

THE BLEATTY BLUES

Bly Bly Beatty Bly
Time to kiss Klamath Falls goodbye
One stop, two stops, no one's around
Let's head west on 140 to the twin towns
Bly Bly Beatty Bly
Where once was a Taliban training camp, and that's no lie
Are you sure? Well, that's what they say
Never thought you'd find al Qaeda out this way
Let's stop at Lost River, at Gap and Ford
Answer two questions quick, before the kids get bored
Beatty Beatty Bly and Beatty
We're doing some caching, better be ready
Second stop, up to the OC + E trail
Husband's puking and looking pale
Bly Bly Beatty Bly
Call R for the webcam, maybe she'll give it a try
R's looking for us, she's on the phone
When we finally get there...and hit the dead zone
Are we in the right spot?
Who knows, because the call got dropped
I have a smoke, husband continues to heave
The kids start crying, they want to leave
So off we go, webcam cache plans dashed
Heading for Bly-Beatty, say that three times fast
Site of only mainland casualties during World War II
When picknickers pulled out Japanese war balloon, and it blew
Into pieces, killing them all
I remember reading about it on a museum wall
We really need drinks now,
Should have stopped at Palimino Store
Sun is getting bright and throats getting sore
Beatty Beatty Bly and Beatty
Say it fast and it sounds like Bleatty
Like the name of the next cache,
Fourth of the trip
And at each one, husband was sick
Too much drinking the night before
We just need to get to Lakeview, and a store
Get some drinks and get on "home"
But we can't resist stopping at the Gnome Home
This one says it is in a Sprague River park
We think we'll get the kids out, go for a lark
Turns out "park" has a rather loose meaning
Driving along switchbacks, all dropoffs and weaving
Then a hike down a trail, "only 500 feet"
Halfway in, the kids are beat
They sit on the trail while we take turns looking
Finally back to the car my husband gets them booking
I see the cache, and walk straight in,
Then feel fire all over my shins
Dang poison nettle, now my legs are burning
And headed for "home" I want to be turning
Lakeview, Lakeview, where are you?
I can't wait to see you, oh no,
Cuz I've got the Bleatty Blues.

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