Bob Shear was kind enough to send us this EPIC poem, written in antiquity, describing the adventure he and his brothers had with us in early 2000. Thanks, Bob!
My brothers and I went to ZAC in March 2000 for a half-day training and a self-guided descent of Keyhole Canyon. Though we were all in our 50s, we had never really done anything together, and it became quite an adventure. Two of us, myself and Dick, continued on with canyoneering for quite a while. I still have my gear, and hopes to return to Zion some day soon.
Anyway, in the fall of that year, my brother, Chet, and I got into a little poetry competition, and I wrote the story of our Zion Adventure in (not very good) verse. Here it is:
|It started in March, Millenium Year
Phone call from brother: “Hey, come on out here.”
“We can hike canyons and rap off the cliffs.
Come on you sissies, no buts, ands, or ifs.”
So onto the planes got two city Shears
Not been together for so many years.
First came the elder, a poet to some.
Then came the younger, least athletic one.
Slot machine airport, crude talk in the car
Evening at the RV; late to our beds,
“Just clip in your your harness” was all he said.
When lunches at last were all put away,
Left at the bottom? There’s nothing much there!
|Pretend we are frightened, just like Blair Witch.
“It’s cold in my Dry Suit! Son of a bitch!”
That was Chet griping, one for the Gipper,
Into cold water (forgot the zipper).The joke was on us, it later was shown
We’re way off the map. We ARE on our own!
Don’t see a pine tree we can tie onto
That was quite different! We laughed ’till we cried.
Now laughing and giggling all the way back
Couldn’t have given a damn by that time
So began a new chapter together
Got through a day that was quite alarmin’.