Speaking of pooping...I'm near Shartlesville, PA
Updates in the form of a dramatic retelling of one man's journey through-hiking the Appalachian trail.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Day 1,000,000
Well guys, I escaped death, once again. This is quite the harrowing journey. First the shits, now a run in with a goddamn Snow Tiger.
"But Nub, how did a Snow Tiger get on the Appalachian trail? Aren't they only native to India?"
I don't know, I'm not a goddamn scientist. But I shit you not, it was there. Because I'm a noble mountain man who is secure in his Bear Grylls masculinity, I don't believe in killing animals on trail, unless there is an absolute threat to my safety. I'm like Steve Irwin of the Appalachian Trail, minus the death part...so far.
There I was, face-to-face with this Snow Tiger. And I was like, "listen, Snow Tiger, I respect your space and your home. I'm not here to steal your woman, but maybe you should treat her better. I don't know, but I'm not here for that."
Snow Tiger was all like, "I'm gunna make you my snack because I'm not secure in my masculinity and I need to show her who's boss."
And then I was like, "alright dude, I'm taking out my light saber now, so you better be on your way."
And then he was like, "FINE!" and then stormed off and slammed the tree door.
I still haven't shit my pants on trail yet, but I was really fucking close. Now I live another day!
"But Nub, how did a Snow Tiger get on the Appalachian trail? Aren't they only native to India?"
I don't know, I'm not a goddamn scientist. But I shit you not, it was there. Because I'm a noble mountain man who is secure in his Bear Grylls masculinity, I don't believe in killing animals on trail, unless there is an absolute threat to my safety. I'm like Steve Irwin of the Appalachian Trail, minus the death part...so far.
There I was, face-to-face with this Snow Tiger. And I was like, "listen, Snow Tiger, I respect your space and your home. I'm not here to steal your woman, but maybe you should treat her better. I don't know, but I'm not here for that."
Snow Tiger was all like, "I'm gunna make you my snack because I'm not secure in my masculinity and I need to show her who's boss."
And then I was like, "alright dude, I'm taking out my light saber now, so you better be on your way."
And then he was like, "FINE!" and then stormed off and slammed the tree door.
I still haven't shit my pants on trail yet, but I was really fucking close. Now I live another day!
Friday, June 9, 2017
Location Update 6.9.17
I'm still alive, at a trail near you!
Also, don't forget to RSVP if you are interested in hanging out with me at Bare Bottom! See my previous post about details!
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Weekend at Bare Bottom June 17 - 18
Hey all, Nub is still alive (so far) and will be spending a weekend at Bare Bottom Saturday, June 17 - Sunday, June 18. Slime has so graciously opened up his place for a party to welcome Nub back to civilization, if only for a weekend. Everyone is invited so please join the crew in making fun of Nub for embarking on such a journey so grossly under-prepared! Everything is BYO - but please bring whiskey and ginger beer for Nub. You know Amy Winehouse died from alcohol withdraw and we don't want the same thing to happen to Nub.
Nub gets one of the 12 available beds in the cabin, and after that the remaining 11 are first claimed, first to get reservation. Regardless, people staying in beds still need to bring a sleeping bag. Folks do not need to stay over night, but they are welcome to do so, if they choose to stay over, they should bring a tent!
Thursday, June 1, 2017
May 19 -21 Trail Days
AT trail days – day 1 – Friday
AT mile 603 while looking really easy to find on a map, is difficult to find in a car with no cell phone signal. After missing the designated meet-up time but finding the right location, I keep driving until cell service is returned and find a message that Nub has departed the mile 603 and that the next meeting point on the trail is Trent’s Grocery at mile 608. Nub and his hiker companion, Shepard, arrive and immediately order a pizza and Shepard has a giant can of beer. They throw most of their clothes into a washing machine and take showers while I make whiskey dark and stormys. I mix another drink for each of us as the clothes are in the dryer. Clean and full, we depart the other 7 hikers waiting for rides and head south to Damascus for trail days.
Our options for the weekend are to camp in the baseball field and surrounding woods with all the other hikers, we assumed incorrectly that all the hostels would be full, a nearby farm that Shepard has friends at, or a Knight’s in motel that I google scouted 9 miles west of Damascus. Both Nub and Shepard immediately choose the hotel option. Hotel was fine but the attached Italian restaurant was the Chef-Boyardee of Italian food. We drove the 9 miles into town to a not as crowded Damascus as we expected. We toured the vendor area, met several trail friends and wound up at the Damascus brewery on the edge of town for beers and table soccer twisty things.
- 3 Holer
Nub's hiking buddy has a blog, too. He actually writes it himself! For more pictures and entries about Nubs adventures on Trail Days, check out http://bikehikesafari.com/2017/05/22/at-day-35-35-trail-days-damascus/ and http://bikehikesafari.com/2017/05/24/at-day-36-back-to-the-trail/
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Pacific Crest Trail
Well, it's about time for another walkabout... It's been 3 years since my harrowing adventure traversing the Appalachian Trail. I...
-
After spending a weekend in Asheville at Hangover Hash House Harrier's On-Location, I caught a ride to the beginning of the Appalachi...
-
Have you ever seen the movie Into the Wild ? Where the guy eats a berry then shits himself to death? Great, because that is exactly how th...