One of the times I’ve laughed the hardest was on this trip, where I had taken several first-timers with me.
The map showed this trail as a “shortcut” to where I was wanting to be for the night, but it instead turned into an unglodly-long zig zag down a mountain.
Into the second hour, with the bottom of the mountain still not in sight, I overheard my buddy mutter to himself, in complete exasperation, “What sort of total masochist designed this trail??”
I think the reason it was so funny is because all of us were suffering and in complete agony, having the same sorts of thoughts. He just spoke what we were all already feeling.
…the myth, the legend.
#AppalachianLegend #AuntRuby #BackwoodsBars
#ThePracticalWoodsman #AppalachianCampfireStories
WARNING: This is a brief video of two people dying. The wife thought she was taking a picture of the event, but it was actually a video.
I have been in these intimate, private circumstances many times before with my own brain.
Nothin’ is better than round, uniform tins for hauling certain things. I’m really fond of them because they stack neatly and can save quite a bit on space. I get them off Amazon in two different sizes at a low price - a small, snuff-size can, and a larger can.
The only real drawback about them is that they can get beat up fairly easily, because they’re made out of really light aluminum. But for their low cost, I reckon it’s no big deal, since they’re easy to replace.
