[pct-l] The Trail Calls

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I've played golf.  You can have it!  Just shoot me now!  

Conservative is good.  Wise.  Life-sustaining.  

As far as the trail calling, I think it is best said by my favorite "hiker" poem by Robert Service.  It's called "The Men That Don't Fit In".  I won't write the whole thing, but the first verse goes something like this:

"There's a race of men that don't fit in,
    A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin
    and they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
    and they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
    And they don't know how to rest."

It's in the gene's SB.  Don't try to fight it.  Just be very, very thankful.

Wheeew
hiker97 at aol.com wrote: Wheeew wrote: I climbed Mt. Whitney a few years ago, in just the manner you describe.  Spur of the moment decision.  Didn't have the proper gear.  Did my first ever glissade coming off the mountain.  Bad, bad move.  I'll write the gory details another time, but suffice it to say that a man died the next week, doing the same thing in the same spot that I glissaded.  His wife had to be airlifted out.  It was quite the ordeal. 
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 Switchback replies: Yes, I remember that death.  When I am out on the trail, I am a chicken.  I am very conservative.  I do not do anything that seems dangerous.  Every time I get back from an expedition, I wonder why I did that.  I should be playing golf.  But the trail calls and I must go.  Why is that?  This is not normal.  There is some strange pull to the ancient times of our ancestors.  A pull to the adventure of the trail.  Weird.
 
  
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