The Surveyors of Scott McGee

**The Surveyors of Scott McGee**
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who survey ice. The Icefield trails have their secret tales that would make cold Spam seem nice. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see, was the six JIRPer men who said at C-10 "Let's survey with Scott McGee." Now Scott McGee was from Missouri where the river ebbs and flows. Now each year he comes up here Why? God only knows. The Rolls he did drive barely seeming alive; the fumes kept him in a spell and sometimes we'd say "Is this the right way?" "Close enough, what the Hell!" Next there's D. Smith, somewhat of a myth, who wore a bright suit of yellow. A man from the coast, though he'd never boast, the guy was just truly mellow. Then came the day when he said "Hooray, I'm off to Camp 32." We said "That's fine, you have a good time, but that means OFF THE CREW!" Adam it's thought, cannot be forgot as being the man from Maine. Compared to the rest, all from the West he managed to keep us all sane. We left him a week to climb a few peaks and say some work was achieved. But with just a few men and him at C-10 we didn't know what to believe. Of Jeff it is told, to the team he was gold for his spirit so funky and free. But then one day our man Special K headed down to 18B. Upon his return he felt the burn of the treatment he got from the crew. But as it is said, he came out ahead, for he got to do Hydro too! And then there was Nate who sealed his own fate one night at Camp 18. While always caring, he was usually swearing and just had to get back to that green. The ox of the crew, good ol' Nate it was true kept us laughing from breakfast to sup. His own brand of jive he was kickin' it live with phrases like "Dude, what up?" Then there was Dustin, his woman he's lustin' way back in Laramie. One day he was seen snappin' the bean really quite furiously. Harsh words never spoke and quick with a joke, the guy was never a bore. Though often at night we'd listen in fright at his awful and terrible snore. Next there was Craig, who was dragged by the leg behind the Weird one day. Always so cheery even when we were weary looking forward to that late August lay. While out at the bar or playing guitar his girl we could tell that he missed her. But out in the field his thoughts they would yield to his foot and big fatty blister. And last but not least, the GPS priest Dr. Welsch, or as he would say "Valter." Year after year he comes with the gear without him our efforts would falter. While we'd survey, at C-10 he'd stay processing the data 'til dawn. A real first class guy, no need to ask why, we miss him now that he's gone. There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who survey ice. The Icefield trails have their secret tales that would make cold Spam seem nice. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see was the six JIRPer men who said at C-10 "Let's survey with Scott McGee." Written by the 1996 JIRP survey crew - Nate Atwood Adam Hobson Dustin Holcomb Craig Isenberg Jeff Kalustian Darren Smith

The Surveyors of Scott McGee

	There are strange things done in the midnight sun
by the men who survey ice.
The Icefield trails have their secret tales
that would make cold Spam seem nice.
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
but the queerest they ever did see,
was the six JIRPer men who said at C-10
"Let's survey with Scott McGee."

Now Scott McGee was from Missouri
where the river ebbs and flows.
Now each year he comes up here
Why?  God only knows.
The Rolls he did drive barely seeming alive;
the fumes kept him in a spell
and sometimes we'd say "Is this the right way?"
"Close enough, what the Hell!"

Next there's D. Smith, somewhat of a myth,
who wore a bright suit of yellow.
A man from the coast, though he'd never boast,
the guy was just truly mellow.
Then came the day when he said "Hooray,
I'm off to Camp 32."
We said "That's fine, you have a good time,
but that means OFF THE CREW!"

Adam it's thought, cannot be forgot
as being the man from Maine.
Compared to the rest, all from the West
he managed to keep us all sane.
We left him a week to climb a few peaks
and say some work was achieved.
But with just a few men and him at C-10
we didn't know what to believe.

Of Jeff it is told, to the team he was gold
for his spirit so funky and free.
But then one day our man Special K
headed down to 18B.
Upon his return he felt the burn
of the treatment he got from the crew.
But as it is said, he came out ahead,
for he got to do Hydro too!

And then there was Nate who sealed his own fate
one night at Camp 18.
While always caring, he was usually swearing
and just had to get back to that green.
The ox of the crew, good ol' Nate it was true
kept us laughing from breakfast to sup.
His own brand of jive he was kickin' it live
with phrases like "Dude, what up?"

Then there was Dustin, his woman he's lustin'
way back in Laramie.
One day he was seen snappin' the bean
really quite furiously.
Harsh words never spoke and quick with a joke,
the guy was never a bore.
Though often at night we'd listen in fright
at his awful and terrible snore.

Next there was Craig, who was dragged by the leg
behind the Weird one day.
Always so cheery even when we were weary
looking forward to that late August lay.
While out at the bar or playing guitar
his girl we could tell that he missed her.
But out in the field his thoughts they would yield
to his foot and big fatty blister.

And last but not least, the GPS priest
Dr. Welsch, or as he would say "Valter."
Year after year he comes with the gear
without him our efforts would falter.
While we'd survey, at C-10 he'd stay
processing the data 'til dawn.
A real first class guy, no need to ask why,
we miss him now that he's gone.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
by the men who survey ice.
The Icefield trails have their secret tales
that would make cold Spam seem nice.
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
but the queerest they ever did see
was the six JIRPer men who said at C-10
"Let's survey with Scott McGee."

Written by the 1996 JIRP survey crew -
Nate Atwood
Adam Hobson
Dustin Holcomb
Craig Isenberg
Jeff Kalustian
Darren Smith