Jim and I, and his nephew, Mark, went for a hike to the top of Nevada Falls, in Yosemite. It was a running gag that I was using a Jonathan Winters voice sometimes, calling him, “Buddy,” as in, “Buddy, don’t leave us out here to die, Buddy.” He fell behind us and I thought maybe he’d decided to just relax or head back to start dinner.
As we were standing looking out from the crest of the falls, he missed the split in the trail and just kept on climbing toward Half Dome. The next night around the campfire I was making up a song about our adventures, and he said, “We ought to write that down.” I didn’t write it down and it was a one time performance. But I told him I’d write “The Ballad of Buddy” when we got home, and here it is. A great trip, guys, and a ton of fun.
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