slow as molasses over there... I like it from time to time.
Dogs are excellent judges of character, this fact goes a long way toward explaining why some people don't like being around them.
Woo
I like it....but its even deader than Groups are here.
Presumably snail space has far less of a sense of community then?
When I created my account at WB, I needed answers to questions about backpacking and I got them promptly...along with a lot of noise and thread drift. Before long I had most of the answers I needed, but the noise and drift kept me thoroughly entertained and kept me signing in time and time and time again, and all of that off topic nonsense is how we built friendships beyond the singular subject of backpacking.
Fast forward a few years and I've now met and hiked with a half dozen of the better characters on the blaze, and I look forward to meeting many more.
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
Dad and son lighting a stove.
Whisper light, they do not read any directions, the shelter is full and so is the picknick table so they are off in the woods about 25 feet away,
they get it together pump it up and dad turns on the fuel like wide open and lights it, the cup run over great big ball of fire, so dad yells defective stove she is going to blow, he jumps up and kicks it into the woods, gas on fire spewing out the whole way.
Lucky there were lots of people around, everybody starts stomping the leaves that are on fire out. One guy runs over and turns the fuel off. NOW everyone explains how the stove works. Dad says to son, "WE should have read the instructions" . Next they put up the tent............ it never ended.
There was once a person on the trail who had a Rambo "survival knife" (in New Hampshire no less) attached to his pack, enough canned goods to stock a 7-11, an old school western style canteen and wore work boots. Looked to be out of shape, too.
The shmuck forget his map too, became a little lost and ended up where he started earlier that day a "big" 12 miles later.
That guy was me on his first backpacking trip.
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The true harvest of my life is intangible...a little stardust caught,a portion of the rainbow I have clutched -Thoreau
there were 3 people who started from springer this march wearing monks robes, one with a hatchet, another with a machete, and one wearing a basketweave backpack. no sleeping bags, a coupla blankets, no tent..i called them the friars club,and they were absolutely clueless. they were off the trail after just a few days, which is good.