My hiking buddy, Stanley, dragged his non-hiking wife along this year to wonderous Lake O’Hara in the Canadian Rockies.
In her weekly column, Kate bemoans the prospect:
… for many years, Stanley and a bunch of his old buddies met once every summer in the Rockies for long, full days of tromping uphill in flannel shirts, with gigantic backpacks pulling them in the opposite direction. The highlights, such as they were, seemed to consist of glacier-side “boil-ups” of Sapporo Ichiban and beef jerky washed down with Tang around noon.
Night-time in the mountains apparently fell about 6 p.m., at which point they’d mix some Crystal Lite with rotgut vodka, sit around a campfire, and break wind while tallying up the day’s marmot sightings. …
Funny. Read the rest on Kate of Late – Nobody sings about the Rocky Mountain lows
… How did the trip go?
Kate looks … happy.
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