Just don't spit it out side the trail after....Kanga: chew some major a$$.
Just don't spit it out side the trail after....Kanga: chew some major a$$.
WALK ON
You would have to jump on a plane to France or drive to Canada (not Alberta) where they still eat Horse Meat. I think they call it cheval. The taste is a leaner smoother beef flavor. No I haven't eaten horse.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horse_meat
What they do with it.
http://www.viande-chevaline.fr/
Dogs are excellent judges of character, this fact goes a long way toward explaining why some people don't like being around them.
Woo
Neigh.
Two incidents:
I recall at Bradley Spring in north Florida we camped one night, getting water from the 3' X 5' walled spring that had run for over a hundred years. The next morning we could see why the water tasted so funny........someone had cleaned about a dozen squrriels and left the water full of bloodied guts and skins.
So it could be worse. Hiking the Florida Trail on the Greenway towards the I-75 overpass, I hit a section that allows hourses and the ONLY water source after ten very dry miles was a slimy and green water trough that folks were letting the horses drink from.....yummy. I went another couple miles without water rather than drink out of that! I figured no amount of bleach was going to make it safe.
When you hike you learn to accept, adapt, overcome or just go on WB and whine about it.
I read a great post today on another website about an experience at Grayson Highlands SP involving wild ponies. Since it was AT-related and in sharp contrast to the anti-equine rhetoric here, I wanted to mention it.
No, contrary to the experiences of some hikers, there are those whose exeriences are enhanced by the presence of horses.
Yea, nasty. Not the worst I have seen, but sadly, its all part of the hiking experience.
The pile of noodles reminds me of a trip Coffee & I took with my work partner Matt: Matt was a traditional packer (read "HEAVY PACK!") & tho we hiked together, this was Matt's first ever solo hike (Him carrying all the gear he used etc.) So, first time ever setting up his tent by himself, first time using the stove as his wife did all the on trail cooking. So, Coffee & I were done eating & setting up camp way before he even started to assemble his stove. Just as his noodles were ready to eat, & as he removed the lid from his pot: his pot dumped over, landing top side down on top of his pile of noodles.
Yep, I laughed. Alot!
So did coffee (Yes you did).
Then we offered him food, even offered to cook it for him. He ate a candy bar & called it a night.
Perhaps that is what happened here.
I have no explination for the nail.
Curse you Perry the Platypus!
Some people just carry to much stuff in and leave it behind somewhere. At a Shelter near Damascus you could just take whatever you wanted as it had evething from sleeping bags to cans of waterproof spray. Probably last minutes jitters and stocked up to much.
In th past few years hiking on the trail I have found most people to very nice and neat on the trail.
DC2: Wow, that was a lot of work. I have not seen that kind of damage over here in NM where I hike. But I am going to start carrying a couple of large garbage bags and double them and seem what I can carry out. Thanks for the inspiration. -SunnyWalker
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