Thread: Under the Mountain Light

That's pretty damn cool Mr Highway.

I'm not sure where the old fella in the poem went or why, but it puts me in mind of a retirement village scheme a mate and I came up with while supping at a dram or two in camp. We were discussing the aging process and rest homes etc. One of his relies had just entered care and was having trouble adjusting from a life of freedom and open skies.
Our plan was to have a series of staffed huts stocked with supplies. The idea is that the residents [outdoor types who want such a life] wander where they want -up river, down river, over the pass etc and then hunker down for a while at the next hut.
Each spring after the snows melt off staff come in and check for those who didn't make it to the next shelter.