the Ballad of Fucking Larry and the Hill Part 2

[u really should start with Part 1 you know)]

Now anyone with any sense at all would turn around

So, we piled in the bug and went straight over the crown

We headed straight down into hell, FL letting the music blare

That buggy lurched along at a 90-degree angle I swear

The ruts and the pot holes were legendary

The dust thick and clinging, a formidable adversary

The car parts torquing, complaining, we wished it had wings

Finally hitting the bottom where FL loudly sings

Here we are folks, “Welcome to Sespe Hot Springs”

It was hot, hot and hotter still

There were no trees to cool you down for a spell

Not even a scrub oak or stubby pine

I knew right then and there

Things were not going to be fine

The place stunk to high heaven smelling of Sulphur

Dee and I were martyrs, damsels distressed and doomed to suffer

It didn’t faze my old man or FL who were mellow and placid

Then one of them says he thinks we should all drop some acid

A few hours later as darkness was falling

The Lysergic Acid into our brains was crawling

We realized with a start and a bit of chagrin

We forgot to bring sleeping bags to sleep in

And just as the sun dimmed down to twilight

We met the denizens that inhabited the hot springs at night

…Spiders

Spent the whole night standing or walking around

Worrying over things real or imagined scurrying across the ground

At the crack of dawn, we were all eager to depart

We steeled ourselves for the arduous climb about to start

At the base of the hill, feeling a bit faint of heart

Three of us praying the buggy would not fall apart