The gang swinging on the fence like a bunch of monkeys. That is Puget Sound and the Olympic Mountains in the background.
The General penned this poem in tribute to our love of hiking.
By: The General
On the trail we hike and go
To see nature we must be quiet and slow
Look up high in that tree
See a bird's nest built so eloquently
Wow! A flower is in the clover
Watch out so you don't tip it over
That bit, fat, ole slug, a slimy trail he weaves
Now it is time for us to leave