I am a well preserved, cranky, apprentice codger, who backpacks to get away from people, then invites some to join him anyway. I will argue just to hear myself speak, except I am hard of hearing, so I guess that’s my excuse for not knowing what I am talking about. I have found nothing beats good company around a camp fire, except maybe enjoying a good camp fire in solitude. I have the dubious pleasure of discovering trash atop a few peaks that were not previously summited, according to AAC records. I have also discovered while on said peaks strands of my wife’s hair amid gear which she has never seen or touched. How both trash and hair made it there is a mystery. I have actually cried out for mommy on a trek, feeling so miserable and afraid. Things only got worse when I had to eat a team member’s cooking. I have seen nature so beautiful the gods must have used photo shop, and wildlife behavior so bizarre I thought I was being punked on hidden camera.
As you may deduct, I don’t take myself seriously, except maybe to have a seriously good time. I like the vibe of this web site and forum members; they are generous souls, some who like a good debate too. Should you disagree with one of my posts, however, do not tell me I am wrong – my wife and daughter consider that THEIR divine commission, and you would only be encroaching on their domain. Besides, why argue with a fool who has at least three answers to a yes/no question?
Perhaps someday we will cross paths in the backcountry. I’ll be the guy who looks like a lost and stoned tourist wearing a Hawaiian shirt (and other clothes of course, I am not a perv). I’ll be shouldering a pack that looks heavy enough to include every comfort conceivable. And it does. If you see this guy, RUN IN THE OTHER DIRECTION, my mental illness is contagious. I am likely to invite you over to my fire for a smoke and drink, and through words and actions leave no doubt in your mind that monkeys are descended from man, and not vice versa.
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