Hey, I didn't re-supply at WHL. If I had it to do over again, though, I would have. That pack was freaking HEAVY leaving Baxter.
I've yet to slack, but I'm not saying that I won't ever do it. It might be fun.
Hey, fella, I'm slowly catching up with you. If I can manage to quit these stupid medical problems, I'll roll over 6,000 next year somewhere in the Spring. I plan on being one of those old suckers that just never stops. I plan on dying out there instead of in some stupid nursing home. Of course, I don't get the final say...
I may have came to the party late, at 36, but I've been having some real fun since.
That's what I was getting at. I will be the first to say that I have not thru'ed yet. I leave SOBO in a few weeks. But I also don't really care for all of the organized feeds. I don't think I would turn it down if I came across it and I would think the people putting it on, but I think the trail would be a better place without it.
At least for me it takes away from the independence part of it. And again though, I am not really planning on seeing much of it going SOBO which is fine with me.
Sorry for not posting was out of town on business. Thanks for all the info! See you out there.
For right now you're offering opinions on what you think you might do, and how you feel about something you've never experienced. You may discover that your (currently) uninformed opinions are dead on. But one of the reasons I don't often write about how I feel about what goes on at Mt. Everest is that I know that I would be speaking from a point of view based in ignorance.
Before I got on the trail I thought my hike was going to be about self-reliance and independence. Once I was out there, I realized that someone else built the trail, other people maintained it, some towns were easier to get to when someone pulled over and gave me a ride, other hikers were nice enough not to mess with my stuff, locals were helpful when I needed directions or even a place to stay, and that, in fact, even if you never slacked or got a food drop, you were never actually independent, although it was nice to think that you were.