|On top of the world.|
Hikers are never too embarrassed to geek it up. Can’t you just picture me in my hiking gear singing my own version of the Pussycat Dolls song? You know I would do it! Don’t even need to be dared. I have no shame. Wide-brimmed hat, hiking poles, vest holding all my gadgets, tube from my hydration bladder hanging over my shoulder, yellow snot rag tied to my backpack…the gear is part of the fun. Always a Girl Scout, I like to be prepared.
My toe paraphernalia.
Only the toes knows.
Gnarly feet are hot. Hiker appeal isn’t just about the cool clothes. Long days and lots of miles, up- and downhill, will take its toll on your feet, which are already ugly to start. A shameless flat-footed biped, I don’t complain, since these canoes get me where I need to go.
|Just call me Tootsie in the morning.|
|That's me in the privy. That's me in the spotlight. |
Losing my religion, er, I mean, dignity.
Our only want is to meet the demands of the trail. Our only needs are to eat, drink water, go to the bathroom, and get a good night’s sleep to start back on the trail again the next day…and there are no requirements or expectations about how or where we do any of those things. On the trail, hikers learn to let go of the real world. It’s a culture with its own sense of civility and etiquette.
|We're too sexy for our hats, too sexy for our hats, too sexxy for our hats.|
|A special day in the rain.|
So any other reasons you'd wish your girlfriend was a hiker chick like these women?
No complainers in the bunch. Up and down the mountains, through pain and tired muscles, and non-stop rain, not one hiker uttered a negative thought, that day or all week long. We were proud to be a part of it all.
Hikers are humorous. A highlight at the end of that rainy day, somewhere during mile sixteen, was when one hiker looked up at the sky with raised hands and quietly begged, “Can you stop raining for one moment?” Such comic relief we needed. The irony was that we were close to the finish line and it didn’t really matter if it stopped raining. We were already soaked. We all laughed, reveled in what already became our war story, and pondered how life was good.
|No complainers here.|
Hikers are there for each other. Each night at dinner after a long day on the trail, we talk about the experiences we'll never forget, and congratulate each other on a job well done.So at the end of the day, hiking may not be your thing, but for me and my hiker chicks, we will serve the trail.
|In a good place. On the trail.|
Hey, you don’t have to wish! Give it a try! Start small. Take a spin around your neighborhood. Find a hiking buddy and join in. And I bet you’ll find some cool walkers or hikers at a nice park near you.
Until next time, yours in fun and hiking...Therese