The Sawtooths, Backbone of Our Idaho By Mike Carr

We are awestruck and humbled, flat on the floor. Subtle, yet rugged and sharp, beyond compare. The Sawtooths have beauty and rawness to spare.

The Sawtooth’s, they’re full of clean Idaho air, Like back in the day, when my grandpa was there. We yearn for them always, like a child of yore. I’m coming, I’m coming, work…? What a bore.

Now the Sawtooths, they are what America was, And seen through star light, they are really aglow. They’re enchanting and charming, so stop feeling so low. Grab your bag and some sunscreen, we are ready to go!

Why, the peaks, they are crazy. The Sawtooth’s are WOW. They’re pointy, some smooth topped, a few are quite square. From Raker, to Thompson, and Payette Peak, too. They’re all standing tall, waiting mostly for you.

Lets go, man; lets go climb one, before we’re too sore. Throw down the controller, there really is more.

The rivers are world class. Well, we’ll raft them all day; then soak with abandon long after we play. I hear my friends laughing at a riverside fire, On the Payette, the Boise. My soul, can’t get higher!

You will find them discussing long, clear, deep pools, And challenging rapids they run boats through.

Inside I’m burning, the stars calling me back, There is a strong, constant yearning, to hike, to attack. They will sure make you tougher, they’ll help you lose weight. With just enough hiking, you may get a date.

Take her high in the Sawtooths, you really can’t miss; If you’re lucky and found her, you might get a kiss.

From the beaches at Redfish and hot pools nearby, Go fishing, go climbing, then collapse by your fire.

Hike through Queens river giants, man, they’re so tall! Like an ant on a needle, they will make you feel small.

The trail winds and climbs, till your legs just can’t take it. Why, finally you’re there, at your home, better stake it.

Take a swim in that clear jewel, its just like a hot shower, Collapse and recover near the tall, rocky towers. Don’t forget, take a moment to ponder you're smaller. Then ask yourself, “Could I have hiked any farther?”

Get up, get your shoes on, hope your toes are not cramped. We will out-run the skeeters, and the squalls, where's my camp? Pause near the next jewel to catch a big trout, Or just climb up a big rock and let out a shout.

As the sun fades to darkness, it’s darker than coal. If you’ve been in a rut, this will sure make you whole.

In a second, the stars, there will be just a million. If you click your heels thrice, you might see a jillion. My favorite of all are the ones that start falling. I am pretty darn sure that’s the Sawtooths a-callin’.

Since I can’t find my driver, I think I’ll lean back. Close my eyes, and remember a few of the camps. I pause watching TV, to think back on Atlanta, On the hike that we took, we were higher than Santa.

My mind wandered on to my time up near Stanley, where the faces have changed, but the town not so much. There were elk in the hills, ah, so many it seemed, And then I heard wolves, in my pocket, I deemed.

Many elk soon expired, a rough life they do live. Wolves came in so close, scared me mostly at night, But now there’s some balance and it kinda feels right.

It's all clear as a bell, like that pain in my knees, And I sure thank myself for my time in the trees. So get off your asses and meet me on top, for my spirit is there, if even I’m not.