The day hike: the cemetary Last time I left you with the incident that created my trail name. Stinger. Haha. Well, it sort of fits. I buzzed the hill and stung my bucket list with hiking and camping in the middle of my life. And for sure, will do it again. I am conditioning now for the next one. Would like to see what the PNW has to offer in wild life. Going back to Alabama though. There is a HILL I want to scale. So, the next day, after getting up and drinking instant coffee with powdered creamer and
So, I left you last time standing atop The Hill, vowing to conquer it one day with a full pack. I really mean that, too. and have taken steps to facilitate a return attack next year. But we went on to camp from there over a few more streams and finally around the bend to where the tent got pitched and the fire built. My partners, Rambo and Bucko, wouldn’t let me do much. They have a process, they said. They put up the tent first, then built a fire in a fire-pit that I believe was created on a
So, I left you last time as we went into the woods. It was a major event in my life. My very first hiking trip, and at a middle age where most people are just getting comfy in their recliners with the remote. I decided to heck with living cozy, I want adventure. Well, let me tell you, I found it. Even Darby, my little Chihuahua questioned my sanity (see the image-she is asking me what am I thinking) I told her it would be okay, and we would have a good laugh over this event in days to come.
Remember how I said this would be a good thing for me? Well, who wouldn’t want to get away “off the grid” for a few days? It totally was a wonderful experience and a chance to spend quality time with my son and his best friend. They have trail names, Rambo and Bucko. I will be happy to just call them, my fellas. They sure did take good care of me. No matter how prepared we think we are for such a calling as a wilderness experience, we really can’t be. I thought I was