The Big Rock Candy Mountain

The Big Rock Candy Mountain...

On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Well, it was April and still winter, but it still felt like the big rock candy mountain today. My version of Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock's "Big Rock Candy Mountain" is a little different than his, but...whatever.

This season has been one killer powder day after another. The land of milk and honey. Today was yet another. 18" of new snow Wednesday night and I had my fingers crossed it wouldn't get too warm and mess it up.

It got warm enough to create a crust layer on top where the snow was exposed to the sun. That didn't slow Dylan down... here's 1000 vertical feet in 21 seconds.

Where the sun didn't hit was...

There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Well, pretty awesome. Where the handouts grow on bushes (or small trees)...

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Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"
So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Untouched lines through the trees...I think we arrived.

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One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."
"I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarrete trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Rock candy indeed.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Well, there's lots of snow on my big rock candy mountain. Sometimes things get a little hazy in the big rock candy mountains...

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

All your friends come to the log ride on the big rock candy mountain. Dylan ran into pals Andy and Cody. Just another demonstration of this year's synchronicity, Andy was on The Expedition with us. Cody was only on a board for is fourth time...amazing!

Dylan...

Andy...

Cody...

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Ski buddy Mark escapes through the trees on Eagle's Flight.

Ted walks right out of jail.

What a great day--fantastic snow, great friends, outstanding lines. What a privilege it is to ski and to have such a great little area (despite the management) so close to town.

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!