We're smack in the midst of summer, and that means Issue #6 of The Picketwire is almost here! If you're not familiar with this publication, stroll over to the souvenir shop and browse a copy at your leisure. What's in store for the summer 2023 issue? * HOW TO PLANT A JEEP IN YOUR FRONT YARD * CHARACTER BIO: FUZZY * SUMMER OMELET RECIPE * HOW EXACTLY DOES CORRS STAY CLEAN? And more! Corrs has also contributed a poem to this issue based on his Fourth of July dirt bike ride. Keep reading to rhyme your way through that not-so-smooth ride... Sometimes we don't always pick the easiest path to our destination. So is the story of a little XR100 dirt bike. It is determined to follow other bikes in terrain it was never designed or intended for. Corrs recounts a hot day in the woods that was chock full of beautiful trails and lots of fail. Freedom, Sweat Freedom 7/4/2023 A holiday weekend - let's go a for a ride! It's a Tuesday, of course, but the Fourth of July I'll hop in my pack and you kick start the bike Goggles in place, now just hang on real tight Over the flat track and into the woods We're after that single track hidden real good Far up the hill a new trail we have found But it's rocky and steep - now the bike's upside down Back on our feet we are at it again Higher we climb through the narrows, the bends The trail winds around past a picturesque ledge But we teetered too far, now the bike's off the edge Boy, now she's done it, no hauling this up without help from the others - do they know that she's stuck? She spouted off words that we're told not to say So loudly that they could be heard far away Here comes our rescue, he's earning his keep By pulling this bike out of bushes and weeds We're all getting baked by the heat of the sun And my goggles went missing - we've only begun! "No more mistakes!" I barked from my pack "Be tired later, we're not turning back!" My orders were heeded, our pace was improving For the most part we stayed right side up and kept moving Skirting the water and over the rocks Keeping an eye out for deer and woodcock Deep into blueberry tunnels we dive Through forests of alder and birches and pine Temperatures rise and humidity peaks Layers of gear causing bodies to leak One thing's for sure, those wet boots and clothes Won't ride next to me on our voyage back home Heading back to the truck means the end of our fun It seems that our day of adventure is done Change your clothes, load the bikes, pile in side to side I'll need some new goggles before my next ride. Yes..... he lost those goggles.
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