All the campers were packing, in search of a bug repellent blouse.
Clean clothes without stains were folded fresh from the wash,
Would soon bear the colors of the mosquito they would squash.
Riding for six hours they would soon be in the woods,
Adjusting to silence away from their neighborhoods.
In the morning they will climb mountains in the Adirondacks,
Becoming a team, learning how to watch each others backs.
Yeah, we be climbin' the mountains of life.