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Love hiking and enjoy a hot meal at the end of a long day.

Thanks for the opportunity

FYI, that is not a lymerick.  Look at the Hyperlink above for the definition of a lymerick

Once there was a hiker

Climbing JMT

Once he got to the top of my Whitney

He needed a Windscreen to protect his fire

And get down the the valley of the shadow of sun by dawn.

That is not a lymerick

This man from Calabasas
At UCLA once taught classes
Non-lymericks he hates
but his stoves are lightweight
And he sells awesome gear to the masses

When I backpack I feel so free,
And I feel more authentically me.
If I suffer sore feet
I’ll have good food to eat,
And wash it all down with some tea.

there was a young couple named kelly

they walked around belly to belly

they had in their haste

used library paste

instead of petroleum jelly

(graffiti from a bathroom)

You may think Descartes was a ham

Or perhaps you don’t give a damn

but to those chosen few

this just might ring true

“I backpack, therefore I am!”

(can I say ‘damn’?)

(can I say ‘damn’?)

All good!

There’s a spot in the mountains I go
When it’s cold and glistening with snow
I sit and I grin
As some buck ambles in
Then I slowly reach for my crossbow…

There was a backpacker, oh so keen,

For trekking, he was quite the fiend.

He marveled at the marmots’ play,

And sunsets that would end his day,

With fishing flies cast out just so,

He’d catch his dinner, on the go.

His gear was ultralight and fast,

So he could cover ground with a blast,

With every step, he’d feel alive,

And leave the hustle of life behind.

For backpacking was his true love,

A gift from the mountains above.

And though his journey’s never through,

He knows the trail will see him through.

(Courtesy ChatGPT. Prompt: write a limerick about how much you love backpacking. Include marmots, sunsets, fly fishing, and ultralight gear.)

Doug has just been replaced by AI

If that is what ChatGPT can do, I am not impressed.

Was going to comment: ChatGPT apparently does not know what a limerick is :)

Oh, just wait until it freezes your bank accounts in return for slandering its writing ability.

Computers have great memories.

I love and trust ChatGPT.

“I love and trust ChatGPT.”

ChatGPT can’t even carry a pack
Much less do an easy canister-stove hack
It can process, predict
And giardia won’t make it sick
But aesthetics man, that’s what it lacks!

I have a hard time believing AI could do that

There once was a man named Jon Fong
Who tinkered with stoves all day long
He made Flat Cat Gear
Held epic meals dear
Correct me if you think I’m wrong

One more…

To deserts or mountains I go
No matter if wind, rain or snow
I breath in the clean air
sitting in my camp chair
The best thing in life as you know

I went hiking with ChatGPT

It left all navigation to me

I was feeling distressed

‘Cause my ChatGPS

Accessed maps from 1923.

Merit to poets and rascals!!

I wandered about in the Range of Light

lost in thought, I sat through the night

searching for meaning

beneath the Milky Way gleaming

suddenly realizing: Everything Was Just Right.

No merit to this rascal!

An Attempt at Thru-Hiking Rhode Island

I started my hike in Woonsocket

Ultralight with just snacks in my pocket

When I got to Pawtucket

Broke a shoe, had to chuck it

Now this thru-hike is back on the docket.

(If you don’t know Rhode Island, don’t knock it)

With this poem I am hereby disqualified for flagrant violation of the spirit, if not the letter, of the rules. 

I think this is one of the best threads I have ever read on BPL since I joined in 2007!

Wit, rhyme and love of backpacking.

A high country hiker named Devin

Would backpack from eight to eleven

at which time he’d recline

enjoying views so divine

He’d exclaim “this is my stairway to heaven.”