Yes, Matt did manage to backpacking once. But never again. Wearing wingtips on the trail just doesn't cut it in Yosemite. Speaking of Yosemite...
Somewhow Matt got the idea ( I have no idea where) that we weren't bringing in a lot of food but instead were going to eat off the land. Kill squirrels, that sort of thing. So he brought a gun. Into a national park. Which is illegal. Highly.
To make matters worse, we ran into a ranger. He must have had gun on the rain that day because he asked me, as the leader of the group, whether I had seen any guns. Matt was standing right next to me. I could truthfully answer that, no, I had not seen any guns.
That doesn't mean, however, that I didn't know where one was...in which pocket of his backpack Matt carried it. Matt just about crapped a brick.
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You know, I did buy boots for that trip. Also, I didn't know it at the time, but that was when I had my first major symptoms for the DDD. Remember when John had to cary my pack bcause my arm went numb? I should have seena doctor then.
Reading this post on Saturday got me to thinking about Furuckers, where we ate after the trip to REI. So I talked Cyndi in to going there Sunday Afternoon. They don't sell the big burger I had anymore, but they still sell big burgers. I think once every 10 years is enough.
Oh, and there was getting soaked the first night. And not having any food because I thougt we were going to be "eating off the land" I had brought a gun thinking others were going to bring fishing poles. I was sure we'd have plenty of fresh fish and squirrel meat. Instead I got freeze dried hiker "food" I had to bum from Zach John, and George. (I think you made eggs one morning. That was nice) What a horrible trip that was. When i got back to San Francisco i was so happy to lay down in my flop house bed.
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