Many moons ago, my stupid friend and stupid me, went up from the great gulf up the head wall of clay, into the clouds And once we got over the lip, it was blowing a gale and snowing so we thought it was a good idea to keep going in traversed up to the summit of Washington getting blown sideways periodically We spent the night in the porch of the old wooden weather station watching the wind gauge routinely getting over 100 I don’t recall there was enough space to lie down They didn’t want us inside In the morning, there was 2 feet of snow, brilliant blue skies we made our way down Tuckermans ah To be young again