Older Hikers Journals

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#21

It’s not a journal but there’s a good book written by a woman who through-hiked at age 60 - In Beauty May She Walk; Hiking the Appalachian Trail at 60 by Leslie Mass.

Terry

#22

I will support Stumpknocker in one area, that of physical prowess. About the first one third of each hiking day he was a veritable beast on the trail. Few of any age could keep up with him. However, old fart that he is, his bladder had been giving him trouble for quite some years and because of this he began to use Depends. During the first third of the day nature hadn’t called to the extent that he developed a cumbersome amount of pack weight…so to speak. However, as the day progressed and he continued to hydrate, the collective weight (he was too cheap to change during the day)began to really slow him down. Eventually he would collapse along side the trail and passing hikers would help themselves to his Snickers (I still remember how you said you just ran out of snickers when we met in '05. I’ll bet a lot of hikers have heard that one), which I understand is about as close as he’s ever come to giving out trail magic:tongue

As far as Jan LiteShoe is concerned, I met her as well and only recall wondering why any parent would allow their teenage daughter to hike the trail unacompanied. :oh

Nimblefoot

#23

Nimblefoot, I believe we could be friends.javascript:smile(’;)’)
javascript:smile(’:cheers’)

Nana, you see what you’re in for?
javascript:smile(’:)’)

Jan Liteshoe

#24

Poor ol’ Michael (Liteshoe’s husband) has been reportedly seen walking aimlessly around the retirement village of Southern Pines. When asked what was wrong with him he said he’s confused and deeply troubled. His wife has started acting very strange lately. He’s just trying to figure out in his mind what made her get out of her recliner, take her old shabby bathrobe off and squeeze into those jeans that used to fit, brush her snarley grey hair out that’s been in curlers for such a long time, take her teeth out of the glass of Clorox that was on her nightstand and rinse them off and install them in her mouth, then put on a heavy coat of eye liner and a heavier coat of make-up and smather on a good, thick coat of her bright red lipstick.

Michael said he just wanted things the way they used to be…because now she keeps looking at him with googly eyes, raises one eyebrow and pinches his rear…and he doesn’t like it!!

Nana started all this, but I blame Nimblefoot for Michael’s present troubles.

I have nothing more to say about this thread gone wild. :frowning:

Stumpknocker

#25

OMG! Puleeze stop this thread because my sides are sore from laughing so hard…:lol

Cheers from an older hiker…

Lady Di

#26

Ok, now that I have dried the tears of laughter, I meant to suggest Amoeba’s TJs. She writes quite well and has spectacular pictures, too. :tongue

Lady Di

#27

I think ole’ Stumpy became a bit deranged after forgetting to take his meds. Just return to the assisted living center fellar, everythings gonna BE OKAY!

A-Train

#28

It was (I thought) such an innocent question. Really! Thanks for all the info and even more for the laughs. This is why I love hiking and hikers.

Nana

#29

Great thread It was 2003 when I met both chief an Jan on the top of Killington in VT at Cooper shelter. A bunch of us climbed up on the roof of the shelter to watch the sunset. Older but still hiking

steve from Ipswich

#30

"I have nothing more to say about this thread gone wild. "

Then… that means I have the last word? Really? Truly?

Hurray! That is rather hard to do with these querulous old far-, …er, guys.

So, I thought and thought about what could be my last words, my best words, the wordiest words ever. It needed to be AT words, and apt to boot. A good closer.

I finally had it. And here it is:
“Wayah Bald!”

:wink:

Jan LiteShoe