I recently completed the longest walk of my life. That's right, I sweated and toiled my way through 14.5 miles EACH way. Kendra and Nate practically had to carry me through the last mile. But, it's official, I made it INTO THE BOB! (bob marshall/great bear wilderness to be precise) And let me tell you, those trail "dogs" as they call themselves don't have that hard of life. I think they are exaggerating with their disgusting stories about defecation and bears. They have a flushing toilet, a bunk house with cots, a huge kitchen and dining room, and...the woods! Trail crew doesn't look so hard to me. Especially when your visitors pack in gallons of liquor for you to enjoy. Nate made it in with approximately 2.5 gallons. I can do those parts without stress: drinking, standing around a fire, cooking various meats in hot oil, watching the stars come out, avoiding mosquitoes, playing cards, showing off magic tricks, "bathing" in the glacial stream, making up words to rap songs ;), kissing coworkers, and writing letters. The part about axes, whatever that fancy word for an ax is, chopping and digging stuff, yeah, not so sure about that.
I would gladly go back. To the woods.......!
