Today you look on Caribou Mountain and the Watson River below,
You’ll ride on dusty trials, on trails old miners rode,
From the lookout over Emerald Lake to the Watson Water Falls,
You’ll get a sense of the feelings that were a part of the northern call.
Like back in the days of 98 when a few miles made a day,
Unlike the coach that brought you here, may your mount take you away.
Away from the rumble of asphalt to the patter of horses hoofs
You’ll feel the strength between your thighs and the grace as the saddle
moves.
Look to the hills behind you and the mountains high in the air,
Look close for sheep and grizzlies, for they could be anywhere.
But remember our Ranch and Emerald Lake, the mountains, the trails, the guide,
Now take those memories with you and tell everybody about our ride…
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Yourself
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Paul Johnson 2003