rburg
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I've been to the desert. Its refreshing, kind of.
The bad part is I lead a hike out across the desert to an arch. Pool Arch or Teardrop Arch to be exact. I know its coming, so my wife and I start hiking as soon as the weather breaks here at home. Up the mountain behind our house, and generally try to get to about 3 miles a night. Didn't help.
I caught some dread disease of the lungs before I left. I even visited an urgent care doc out there. I've still got the disease. When you live at basically sea level (537') and try to hike at about 5000, it doesn't work so well.
I just assumed I wouldn't survive, and my instructions were as always, just dispose of the body, and surely don't pay to ship my carcass home so idiots could visit and gawk at my remains.
But old age has taught me a few things. First, when I get tired or winded, I just stop and sit down. The problem on the hike was I'm the only one who knows were we're going!
It tends to limit the folks who want to pass me on the way out.
Coming back toward the jeeps, it was ugly. I wasn't in last place, the search and rescue guys were following me (my buddy and another old guy who was grateful for my pace.)
In other matters, has any one heard from poster Sven? He was supposed to be going, but I didn't meet him. I asked everyone from MN if they were Sven. One guy broke up laughing and said no, he was Oly.
The bad part is I lead a hike out across the desert to an arch. Pool Arch or Teardrop Arch to be exact. I know its coming, so my wife and I start hiking as soon as the weather breaks here at home. Up the mountain behind our house, and generally try to get to about 3 miles a night. Didn't help.
I caught some dread disease of the lungs before I left. I even visited an urgent care doc out there. I've still got the disease. When you live at basically sea level (537') and try to hike at about 5000, it doesn't work so well.
I just assumed I wouldn't survive, and my instructions were as always, just dispose of the body, and surely don't pay to ship my carcass home so idiots could visit and gawk at my remains.
But old age has taught me a few things. First, when I get tired or winded, I just stop and sit down. The problem on the hike was I'm the only one who knows were we're going!
Coming back toward the jeeps, it was ugly. I wasn't in last place, the search and rescue guys were following me (my buddy and another old guy who was grateful for my pace.)
In other matters, has any one heard from poster Sven? He was supposed to be going, but I didn't meet him. I asked everyone from MN if they were Sven. One guy broke up laughing and said no, he was Oly.
