Knife Edge...

So, I’m off, J-dawg, Mr. LaRoss and I are all headed to Baxter State Park tomorrow. We’ll be spending a few days hiking and hanging in the woods. This trip I look forward to more than almost anything else in the year. It’s an incredible time.

In honor of this event, we contemplate the lyrics of Brooks Williams in the song, “Knife Edge”: (in part)
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There is a trail on Main's Mt. Katadin called the "knife edge"; the
exposed path is narrow and the sides fall dangerously away.
Ramblers are warned to take heed in bad weather.
Seems like an apt metaphor for a love song.
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So walk the knife edge with me baby
Be my lover, be my friend
There will be wind and stormy weather
Trying to blow us off the edge

I'm afraid that I might lose you
I'm afraid that we might change
I'm afraid one day we just won't talk
And we will never be the same

We've seen it happening to others
They fall right out of touch
Like a wreck out on the highway
We look but can't talk about it much

I cannot beg for more tomorrows
I cannot wish to relive our past
No turning back from joy or sorrow
No way to know our love will last

When your heart is growing weary
And your wits are at their end
I'd like to think that I could help you
If not as your love, then as your friend

A fitting tribute for a trip to Baxter State Park, I should think. I wish you all peace and happiness. I shall return on Tuesday or Wednesday next week. Who knows when the next post will be.

BS