We climbed on down to the beach,
With backpacks full of facts.
We realized we were mortals,
Having combat with our friends.
We slogged up lofty mountains.
Taking photos of the flowers and roads.
Persisting thought switchbacks and bitch,
With very little water.
And all along the way we talked.
We let each other know about,
The basic facts of our own lives,
And what made each other whole.
And at this point there is no disagreement,
”So, what the hell, let’s go”.