The video is a diaristic, journal‑style narration of a 12‑day self‑contained backpacking expedition that the narrator (who calls himself Paul) dubs an “Extrava Trek.” Beginning at Lembert Dome in Yosemite, Paul and his friend Lee set out on a multi‑day trek that takes them over iconic high‑country passes (Mule Pass, Burro Pass, Benson Pass), through remote alpine basins (Crown Lakes, Smedberg Lake, Sister Lake, Pate Valley), and along the Tuolumne River corridor. Throughout the trek Paul intersperses vivid descriptions of terrain, weather, and wildlife (bear alarms, rattlesnake warnings, mosquito swarms) with personal reflections on shedding urban comforts, confronting physical limits, and finding a spiritual “Mecca” in the wilderness. The narrative is peppered with recurring lyrical refrains (“18 miles on the rattlesnake trail”), humorous banter with Lee, and occasional meta‑commentary about the filming process. Detailed campsite logs describe food preparation (Olympus stove, Trader Joe’s soups, canned salmon, black‑bean fettuccine), gear mishaps (lost Petzl headlamp, broken windscreen), and improvisations for bear safety. As the trek nears its end, Paul reflects on the bittersweet feeling of completion, the physical toll, and the post‑trip work of editing the footage. The overall tone is informal, enthusiastic, and at times self‑deprecating, offering both a practical account of a high‑altitude backpacking route and a personal meditation on adventure, endurance, and the allure of Yosemite’s remote landscapes.
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It's 4 o'clock. Lee just called. The Extrava Trek is on. I'm going on an Extrava Trek, a self-contained backpack trip of, uh, more than 7 days. Any hike over 7 days is an Extrava Trek. This one's gonna last 12 days. It's almost a mega extravatrec. I'm going home to the Big Yo, the special place. Special place. Mountaintops, meadows, domes, water. It's a spiritual place. It's my Mecca, the Church of Paul. After just a couple days of this worship and hardship, I will shed this citified yoke My network of customs and social manners will be history, and I will strip to the essence of me. No facades, no affectations, just me. I'm going home. Well, I'm going with my best friend Lee. Just called. He's ready. He's gonna make a sandwich. He's on his way. Lembert Dome is where we're going to meet. I've got a little bit less than 4 hours to pick up my permit at the Bridgeport Ranger Station, half a mile south of Bridgeport. I'm figuring it'll take me 3 and a half hours to get there. We'll see. My fears are giving way to adrenaline now. It's time for me to rest my soul from these shackles of sameness. I'm bored with comfort, tired of ease. The Extrava Trek is on! I'm sitting— standing, rather— at the top of Lembert Dome. 10 minutes till 11, waiting for Libro. Heard a couple honks. I don't know if he's gonna make it up. 850-foot climb, no big deal. He could do it. Check out the view. Well, there's my car. There's a note on the car. Lee's here. Where is he? Is he up at the dome? Yeah. There's Lee! Libro! Libro! Hey! All right, bro! Get up, bro! All right! Yeah, man, that was some height to the dog, man. Oh man, I'm glad you made it.
1, 2, 3. 18 miles on the rails later. Eighteen miles between me and Gary. I've been so long since I've seen her face.
I got to make it to her place.
Eighteen miles on the rattlesnake track. Signs at eighteen miles ago. Got to get there, man.
Libra, morning. Morning.
Hey man, Bear's got your food.
Oh, nothing like a good smoky morning shave.
This is how you do it.
This is it. Day 1, camping in the wild. 5-mile mark, Robinson Creek.
Excellent.
Check this out. Right next to the camp. Big old butt. Yeah. We're, uh, taking a little break here beneath Crown Point and, uh, show you the view.
Let's go.
What's it look like?
You're running.
Kettle Peak.
Phenomenon.
Glacial erratics in the canyon. Robinson Creek Canyon. We walked up there, all these switchbacks, and we're going, going up there.
No, don't tell me.
Crown Point.
It's
not bad. Robinson Lakes. I can't take no more. And over there, Crown Lakes. It's over. You must go on! Here I am on top of Node Island, the middle of Crown Lake. It's like a last-ditch desperation spot to find a campsite. This is where we're going tomorrow. I don't look forward to it. Right up that slope. Right up that slope and over around there somewhere on an endless snowbound journey. This is the cirque I'm in. This is Crown Lake, my camping spot. I'm not gonna pitch a tent tonight. No wood for a fire, so I used my handy little Olympus stove. I had a couple cups of coffee, some cold rehydrated beans and chicken. I'm gonna go to bed. A little bit of maple syrup and 2 Trader Joe's instant soups, curried couscous and split pea. I'm kind of sort of full, even though I would have preferred to cook a hot meal. Right next door, this is a leave spot. Now Lee's gonna hang here tonight. He's got all his stuff displayed for the little marmots and their marmot gods. Across the lake down there, there's a whole bunch of campers. Probably can't have any— turn any good time. And down here is Lee's Kitchen.
Lee's Kitchen.
Don't ask me what that wonderful green goop is. Looks like green puke.
Fried chicken and rice with fresh garlic.
Node Rock Campground. Getting ready to go up there, Mule Pass. After defiling Node Rock Campground, I don't know if we're gonna make it. Check it out. Ah. Somewhere up there where we're going. That's where we're going. Way up there. The old Mule Pass is somewhere on the other side of that. This is what we came up. Endless Mule Pass. I'm sitting just above the cirque that feeds that no-name lake. Just to my left up there. There's Mule Pass. I'm about 100 feet below it. If you look in my eyes, you can see what I see. Lots and lots of snow. Well, we made it to Mule Pass. We're looking at the Sawtooth Ridge, Matterhorn Canyon— Matterhorn Peak rather, upper Paiute Canyon. That's where we're gonna go, right down there. Right there is our next pass, Burro Pass. Day 4, obviously about 7 o'clock It's about 4 o'clock in the morning. I'm in my tent. Didn't put the windscreen up, that way I can look out my little windows here and see if there's a bear out. Had a couple false alarms last night. This was the prop. This was the switch. Pots and pans hanging from my little stick here. It was fastened by rocks. They would fall down. I'd get up screaming, get away, Bar! Get away, Bar! He'd be up there throwing rocks. Still quite a tonnage of food. I swear the first time it was a bear. The whole thing was knocked Over. There's Lee's camp over there somewhere. Libu, day four. Oh no no no no no! It was the bear, man.
It's snowing and cold out. It
was
the bear! Show you how to do it. Show you how to do it. No problem whatsoever.
Yeah, just call U-Haul, they'll box it up for you. Back amongst the living. Clean-shaven, showered. The 3 S's are of the utmost importance in any wilderness expedition. She's getting ready to enjoy the finer things in life too. What a honk, baby. Starting to get young. Starting to feel those wilderness genes kicking in. Last night we responded like animals instinctively on the sound of the alarms of the pots and pans falling. In seconds we were out of our tents, rocks in hand, ready to Heave our arsenal in the way of the ursine invader. Today we're going to do a little day hike down this canyon to a place called the Slide. It's an area where an earthquake caused these giant— this giant granite rock face to fall down the mountainside, cutting a quarter-mile swath all the way down, rolling As big as a small house up the other side. Should be pretty amazing. Let's check it out. Say, Libro! People ask me, why Yosemite? How many times have you been there, Paul? This is a natural spectacle. Upper Paiute Creek beneath the slide. I'm standing on a glacial erratic, barely poised, barely ready to fall. I share this canyon with no one. Only Lee and me. Why, yo? We're on a bench near Upper Paiute Creek going up towards Broad Pass. That's Matterhorn Mountain right there and the Sawtooth Ridge. Amazing. Holy mackerel, Andy. Isn't that amazing? Coincidence. Trail goes off to the right here, right underneath Finger Peaks. There it is, the Upper Paiute, Sawtooth, and the Matterhorn. We made it to Burro Pass, ah, in the watershed of the mighty Matterhorn. Matterhorn Canyon coming up. Give me 5, bro. 11. Burro Pass! Burro Pass, and this is where we're going.
Takes an ignorant mule to get here.
That's right, there's 2 of us right here. This is where we're gonna be tonight and tomorrow night. This is gonna be our home on the trail down to Matterhorn Canyon to the Pacific Crest Trail.
18 miles, can't get the breath. I gotta keep walking, no time to rest. Back so heavy, my back so heavy. Just gotta see my baby once more. 18 miles on the rattlesnake trail. 18 miles with me and Gabby. I've been so long since I seen her face. Time to make it to her place. 18 miles on the rattlesnake trail.
It's a new day, it's a new battery. When I woke up this morning, the beast was yelling and screaming, feed me, load me, carry me, take me! And so now the beast is firmly ensconced on these callusing, sore, aging shoulders. And down the Matterhorn Canyon we will go. New battery, new day. Day 5. I can't believe I haven't even been halfway through this Xtrava Trek yet.
Howdy, my name's Farmer Bob.
I'd sure like to welcome you here to my valley. Sure am proud of Keep folks kind and sign the registry, leave your $5. Glad to keep these whippies here for you next time you come. This is Farmer Bob signing out. I'm beat. It's taking a little bit of the sheen out of my condition of yo, but still, no matter how tired I am, Or negative, bug-bitten, critical, sarcastic. I'm still amazed by this place. And they ask me, why are you going to Yosemite? Why, yo? That's the canyon we just came down from. I'm standing on a node of glacially polished granite. That's up— going up Wilson Creek where we'll be going up tomorrow towards Benson Pass. I'll probably come back to this spot tonight, do some wildlife observing. What a beautiful animal.
It's about 7:30 on the 6th day. And my first major letdown last night when I lost— somehow I lost my Petzl. This is Lee's Petzl. It's a headlamp. His doesn't have any power because he's too cheap to put a new battery in it. I'm only kidding. But with a Petzl, I can ward off the bears at night. I can cook, I can write. It's my ticket to life in the evening, and I'm pencil-less. I'm without a pencil. No pencil to peckle around with. Anyway, it's the 6th day here in the wilderness. We're not yet halfway through. We're going up yonder, about a 1,600-1,700-foot climb today, maybe 6-7 miles to Smedberg Lake, where I hope I'm gonna do a layover. I mean, stay for another day or so, so I can wash and scourge and clean these filthy, filthy bones of mine.
This is a beautiful place here, all the deer and mosquitoes and trees and mosquitoes, meadows and mosquitoes. But, uh, I get a hint some of the bugs don't want us here, so—
Ahoy, matey.
Hey, Libra. Yeah? Say something intelligent.
Uh, gee, uh—
Be careful. Okay.
You know, there comes a time in every backpack trip when no matter how sublime the territory, everything you do turns to shit. I just dropped my topo map in the frickin' river. Now I gotta leave it out here to dry. I'm totally exhausted. I just ate a candy bar. I don't have any energy to chew it. I can't get my fanny pack back on my stupid backpack. Stupid beast. You know, I'm sick of this.
I'm at the saddle overlooking— or just a bench underneath Benson Pass, probably about, oh, I'd guess 400 feet. Yeah. We're both like wiped, wiped out. You're on the map. Benson Pass, a long and windy trail. Some things you just wonder whether they're worth it or not. Other things you don't really care. Right now, I don't care. I like it here. That's where we're going down there. How many have I got?
Yeah, that's all.
For all you mothers out there, so you don't think that we're eating garbage and junk food.
That's not a lot after.
Do you see six miles? So what's that? What you having there? Can of salmon?
Yeah.
Can of salmon. Rice.
That's the only chunk.
Fresh onions, fresh garlic. Not bad.
Soup slosh.
Soup slosh. And over here we have a combination of Parmesan cheese on black bean fettuccine with chicken and all kinds of vegetables, beans and lentils and onions.
Fruit medley?
No, no fruit medley this time. But to help digest this wonderful repast, here we have the most sublime of lakes, Lake Smedleyburg. Or actually, it's called Lake Smedley. And we finally made it here after a grueling, long day, long hike. There's Volunteer Peak, blessed with the last rays of sun. The canyon in the distance that we came down. More gorgeous granite nodes surrounding this pristine lake in the High Sierra. Why you go to Yosemite, Paul? They asked. There's gonna be so many people. It's gonna be so hot. Oh, you'll be able to jump in the river. This is why. Morning has come to Lake Schmedleyburg. Look on the map, it's Lake Smedburg, or I like Lake Schmedburg. I had a schlep to get here. Might as well keep my SCHs in there. Anyway, as you can see, this is an absolute— see, this is absolutely just a Gorgeous place. A little bit nippy, but that's what makes this the calm before the mosquito storm. Look at my forehead. You can see all these mosquito bites all around my arms and legs. Mosquito bites. I'm at the stage now where I'm scratching them and scratching scabs, but I don't care. You know, this place is great. To hell with a couple mosquitoes. I think Lee's finally getting used to it. He's darting about with his eyes wide open, exalting expletives of amazement at every turn. He's ecstatic that today is a layover day. We're gonna go cross-country hiking to a couple lakes over the hills here and basically just have a good time. But as you can see, Morning on Lake Schedleyburg. It's pretty awesome. Howdy! Had a pretty good day here so far. Showered, shaved, relieved myself. I mean to tell you, it was a flood of relief. Steaming and fuming. I'm just so proud to be able to give back to nature just a little bit of what it gives to me. That's the way I feel about it. A little bit here, I'm gonna be climbing some mountains, see what kind of mischief I can get into, you know what I mean? After wandering aimlessly Through many of the trails and granite benches of the Smedberg Lake Basin, coming to no avail, I happened upon this particular bluff which overlooks the Smedberg Basin. And for a minute or two, I'm gonna call this— The summit. Calm. Our campsite That is right over there. Feast your eyes on this. Excuse me while I eat. I'm at Sister Lake and I just ran into a horrifying A horrifying vision of my future. 3 old retired hippie backpackers. There's one guy with white hair, kind of a Bill Smitty appearance, gnarly knobby legs, kind of a slow demeanor, if you know what I mean. There he goes. Sister Lake. A horrifying vision of my future. Not a great vision of my future, but a fate I could suffer with. Backpacking in my old age, cross-country route to Sister Lake. The place is great. I'm in a high-altitude forest of ancient lodgepoles. These 6 or 7 ugly sisters, they all look like they're frozen in a dance. This one over here in the middle looks like there's 2 of them. They're intertwined and they got their arms outstretched at the top. And this one here is kind of grooving to some rumba. This one here This one here is grooving too, swaying. And this one here is swaying. I'm just as swaying. I'm almost at the top of a ridge that runs along the north side of Smedberg, along the north side of Sister Lake, which you can see there. I don't know what drove me to come up here. I really started like a circuitous route around. I was gonna go up Volunteer Peak and tried that twice and failed and ended up at Sister Lake and something drove me to this ridge. Oh my God, look at that. Holy mackerel. Oh my God, there's the slide. The Slide. Slide Canyon. Oh wow. Oh, there's Doe Lake. Oh man, look at this. How do I get up here? Ah, we're at the top, baby. Oh man, look at that slide canyon. There's the slide, Slide Canyon. There's the secret lake that we fished on, the Incredible Hulk. And Mule Pass was up there somewhere. Now this is Paiute Creek, which we didn't see. Amazing. And then we went up past the Sawtooth, past the Matterhorn. Amazing. So we went all the way around this little area here and didn't see hide nor hair of this, this amazing wonderland that this is. Look at this place. Looks unknown and fading. Let me back up a little, give a little perspective to this thing here. Look at that cliff. Now that's that Upper Carrick Rancheria, something like that. Look at that gorgeous little meadow up there. Nobody's there. Wow, look at this place. Untouched, unspoiled, pristine territory. Wow. This is what happens when you get yowed. You go walking on ridges like this. Absolutely in the middle of nowhere. I remember you and the glasshoppers and the eagles and the wind and the Krumholz hemlock and whitebark pine and lodgepoles and an occasional grouse and occasional mule deer. This is what happens when you get yowed. I'm at the highest point on the ridge, 10,184 feet. Uh, over there, I think that's the Tuolumne Canyon. I think I'm going to end up way the hell down there somewhere after tomorrow's hike. I think that's Rogers Lakes. That, of course, is Volunteer, where I set out this morning. No idea what's behind it. Maybe Colby Mountain or something. Oh man. And there's some of the peaks of Tuolumne, I can only assume. No idea what they are. This encapsulated On film is what getting yowed is all about. Wish you were here. It's morning of the ninth day. I know I look a mess. I'm not what you'd want to see first thing in the morning, but you're not here. I'm standing on top of a no-name node. This place I found. Late yesterday after hiking, oh, 8, 9 miles. I did a blitzkrieg out of Smedberg Lake, out of the High Sierra area. I had every intent of making it all the way down to Pate Valley, which is still 3,200 feet below me right now and maybe 4 or 5 miles. But, you know, we did what we could. It was getting dark. We found some water. I found this node. I like this little rocky node. It's such a fine, humble abode. It keeps me cold when I am warm— I'm too warm. It gives me shelter from the storm. I like this little rocky I like this little rocky node. It's such a fine humble abode. It keeps me warm when I'm too cold. I feel so young, though I'm so old. I like this rocky little node. I'm gonna miss this rocky little node. Too soon, I'm off. Must hit the road. Many miles to go, many sights to know. I'll always remember this little rocky node. Get in there, you worthless old bag! Stop it! I hate it when you do this to me! You worthless— You're squeezing me! I want to loft! I want to expand my feathers! I hate it when you do this to me! Get in there, you worthless old bag! Squish and mush! I don't want to go in the backpack! I hate it when you put me on the bottom and sit on me and crush on me! I belong on the top where you put the tent! Get in there, you worthless old bag! You worthless old bag! I spit on you, I sit on you, I'm really quite a fit on you, though I'd really rather shit on you. That's where I'm going. Secret Lake on the No Name Node Trail. This lake has no obvious inlet or egress, whatever, so it should be nice and warm. Secret lake, special place. Dragons mate while reptiles wait. Lilies float in an algae This secret lake is a special place. Good morning and welcome to Pate Valley. This is the valley to which Lee and I descended over the past couple of days. The route from which we descended is Paiute Creek up there. Paiute Creek comes cascading down in a Torrent of water and boulder and fish, then comes down upon the right side of this boulder and merges down there with the river which comes down to my right now. The Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne. The Tuolumne River. The greatest glacier in Yosemite many millennia ago came cascading down to these Buttresses of granite. Down on the right side of this rock upon which I'm standing, past our campsite, through this meadowed and forested valley, emerges the Pied Creek down there. It's a gorgeous morning, a wonderful day for adventure, and I'm sure we'll find plenty of it in the Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne. Muir Gorge, named after John Muir, the late, great naturalist who was believed to be the first white man to have descended down through this narrow fault in the, in the granite through which the Tuolumne River flows. But in a high water year like this, you'd have to be a fool to even attempt it. Muir Gorge. This is Register Creek right before its confluence with the Tuolumne River behind me. Tuolumne is probably, I don't know, a couple hundred feet below. This is where the trail crosses Register Creek. Thought you'd kind of enjoy a shot of me. This is what I do half the time I'm on the trail. I pass out till my sweat dries. Till then.
18 miles on the Mal Snake Trail.
I spoke to a stranger. There's a clear and present danger. Ain't no time to play bandicoot. A strange one rattlesnake. I am about to embark upon the last full day of this Extrava Trek. This was our camp setting. It was called Last Chance Camp. It's kind of a desperation camp. We were running out of time, running out of light, running into too many snakes, so we decided just to hang here. There was a crude fire pit. We prepared some food. We do a little. Anyway, this is the first last day of our, um, full day of our major extravatrek. We're gonna pass through a series of waterfalls and cascades, the likes of which I have never seen, and I can hardly wait to get there. It's pretty early for me. I've showered, obviously haven't shaved, but I've had some oatmeal and coffee, and I'm ready to rumble. So See if I can make it up this slippery— Slope. Slow, glacially polished rock. Kind of hairy. Holy mackerel, Andy! I feel sorry for the lady with the fat, curdled legs. How'd she make it up here eating those bacon and eggs? I can barely make it on my diet of grain. I hope she gets more pleasure than pain. I feel sorry for the hiker that mumbled under breath of his lonely Only misery and cursed epithet. I can barely keep myself from going insane. I hope he gets more pleasure than pain. I'd like to get more pleasure. I'm accepting any measure with the freedom that I treasure. I hope I get more pleasure than pain. I feel sorry for my friends who are afraid of snakes and bears. Who've never cooked on open fire, but nuke it in Tupperware. I used to be among them, I used to be that tame. I hope they get more pleasure than pain. I hope you get more pleasure, accept it any measure, hug it like a treasure. I hope you get more pleasure than pain. I feel sorry for the President of these United States, whose Secret Service agents make him jog in the same old place. I like to lope the valleys, jump the mountains, run the streams. I hope he gets more pleasure than pain. I'm sorry for my mother who once gave birth to me. She coddled and she kissed me with hopes of one day What I'd be. But I'm just a wandering fool, I only break for rain. I hope I give her more pleasure than pain. I hope she gets more pleasure, accepts it in any measure, hugs it like a treasure. I hope she gets more pleasure than pain. Gee, Paul, are you like going to Yosemite again? I mean, like, it's so hot and there's so many people there. Well, you always got a river you can jump into. That's why. That's why. I'm getting dizzy. Let's go. I love the smell of body odor in the morning. It smells like backpacking.
I'm standing on a ledge in front of the White Cascades, the 3rd in a series of 5 here at the, uh, Quality meadows. They're just below Glenallen. Yeah, look at this.
Glenallen again, finally. There's also a backpack camp down there, which, uh, for reasons peculiar to me, I didn't want to join in. I found my own little special note again, special place. It's a place with a view, obviously awesome view. And, you know, home is where you stake your tent, as long as it's in somewhere in nature's finest element. Anyway, I gotta go fetch water. But not before one last look at the moonrise. Today, in several hours really, the Xtrava Trek is over. It's both a happy and a sad occasion. Happy because the return of Big Yew So after 8 months of preparation and planning, after 6 months of physically getting my ass ready and dietetically cleaning up my act, after all this time and expectation, the ExtravaTrek went as planned and then some. Well, I'm sad. I'm sad that it's It's like acing all your finals, and then what? Then there's nothing there anymore. This is my final. Now there's some post-work to do, you know, edit the movie, put the film book together, write a couple doodles if I'm gonna do that, draw a couple drawings if I'm gonna do that, but as a rule, this is my final, and it's over. I'm gonna go back to the hotel. How do you maintain this kind of pace? You're constantly moving, working, setting up, tearing down, walking, hiking, cooking, cleaning, eating, creating, creating fireplaces, creating campsites, leveling, building, tearing down. You know, your brain kicks into a higher gear. You're constantly planning and thinking, adjusting, coping, looking for camp, wood, looking for the trail. But you know, my body's a little stiff, a little sore. I'm very tired, even though I'm pretty much used to I'm used to my sleeping bag and my tent and pad. I do look forward to my bed for at least a night. I need a bath and a stiff one. And maybe I'll kick back in my La-Z-Boy and push a remote and watch the Return to Big Yo on my TV. Dawn broaches the starry sky, pushing it west, but there's a stiff norther blowing. Could mean trouble for the little backpackers. I am following this quartz highway back to the campsite on the last day of this extravatrec. See what the boys of summer are up to. I hear some clucking about. They're up. Let's see. Oh, what the boys are doing on their last day of their extravaganza. Oh, here we see.
Cooking his water?
Stirring his water over an open flame. His face is freshly shaven, as soft as a newborn babe's mug. Yes, one of his many fetishes. He loves to touch his face on a daily basis, minute by minute, and feel the Bathing
the face in the morning.
Here on the ledge of Glenallen, you take
a lovely clean washcloth.
A lovely clean washcloth, put it on your face. Very white.
You
put the stubbles into a state of total shock before you apply the razor. Here we are on the glen of— the ledge of Glenallen. As you can see, we can see the upper Part of the White Cascades. We have a dead tree here and our bear-proof assortment of foods and candies. Here we have the high-five stick. High five, baby! Yes! Twombly Meadows, here we come!
I gotta tell my baby I love her so. Been cheating, heart stays quiet. I
get down on my knees and apologize.
18 miles on the rattlesnake trail. 18 miles with me and God. I've been so long since I seen a thing.
I got to make it to a place.
18 miles on the rattlesnake trail.
Lembert Dome, baby. Here we are. Right up there. Car's down there somewhere. I think Hovey's already there, passed out. Where is my car? Where is the vehicle? How you doing? You got a load? I do, yeah. Not quite the load I had though. There we go. There it is. There it is. There's my car, baby.
Yes. I thought you were giving up. I hear that stick.
Yeah, well, I had to converse with the young lady. Yeah, here we go, bro.
Long before I ever see Winkle, I hear his mighty stick.
That's it, baby. Back. I'm back. All right.
Got to get there, rain or snow. The sun so hot, the trail so steep. I'm fucking these blisters on my feet. Signs say 18 miles to go. 18 miles can't press. I gotta keep walking, no time to rest. Back so heavy, my back so sore. Just gotta see my baby once more. 18 18 miles on the rattlesnake trail. 18 miles between me and Gail. I've been so long since I seen her face. I've
got to make it to her place.
18 miles on the rattlesnake trail.
