After a particularly brutal Bob Marshall Open (historic blowdown & rotten snow) I seriously said to myself this would be the last year I'd do it; even told my wife I was going to hang it up (after twelve years and by far the oldest SOB to do it). Then after a couple of days my ankle healed up (bad landing going over a downed tree and then aggravated after going over a hundred more), then I was back to hiking again and then a group of us who suffered through it this year got together to talk about our adventures over beers.
Now (just shy of two weeks) I'm already thinking about doing it again—yeah age doesn't always equate to more intelligence!
Now (just shy of two weeks) I'm already thinking about doing it again—yeah age doesn't always equate to more intelligence!