I like the roads where the trees Make a canopy over the route. I like the journey that makes me feel Lost, but not a scary lost: a Lost that says “let’s explore our way Out of here.” I like the trails that bring me to Where flowers grow, but trees don’t. I like my summits windy, and I like my parking areas muddy. I like my life wild out there, And peaceful in my head. I like this little corner of the world Known as the White Mountains. Yeah, I like it just like this.