We meandered by four-wheel drive
way up into phantom canyon,
got lost in the blm land,
parked forty-five degrees,
amongst the conifers.

We guzzled the golden brew
& in short order,
found ourselves
wearing our birthdays suits,
amongst the conifers.

For sure we had found heaven,
her gripping the roll bar
& me,
hanging on for dear life,
amongst the conifers.