Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from a Rimrock camp
Aboard our tiny ships.

The leader was a mighty Jeeping man,
Skilled and second to none.
Eight travelers set out that day
For a three hour run, a three hour run.

The terrain started getting rough,
The tiny Jeeps were tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crews
The vehicles could be lost, the vehicles could be lost.

The snow was deep, bare ground turned to mud, no exit would be found
So Mr. Clean
And Skipper too,
Newbie Keith and his dog,
A pair of Dans
Jason, Mike and Diane
Backtracked the Rimrock trail

So this is the tale of a night retreat,
They were there for a long, long time,
They had to make the best of things,
It was a slippery uphill climb.

Mr Clean and the Skipper too,
Would do their very best,
To get the others out of there,
On this Rimrock winching fest.

No phones, no beer, no grilled T-bones,
Not a single luxury,
Candy bars would see us through
A sleepless night of drudgery.

So join us at Trail Jam next week,
You’ll have fun without fail
Just ask the eight worn out off-roaders,
Who tempted a Rimrock trail.