Yeah, it's hard to believe it has been that long. As you get older (not old) you realize that time indeed does fly. When you have youth on your side and someone says that to you, you tend to dismiss it.
Here are some more memories from the trips we took:
1. The Coleman stove we hauled hoping and believing that we would pack it into the woods, somehow. Didn't use it once during the trip.
2. The Pontiac Transport minivan and the route taken on the trip (via Chicago) to pick up Marc.
3. Jordan coming back during our hiking, and picking up a paper when we re-entered civilization and thought, "why is he wearing number 45?" Marc didn't believe it.
4. "There's trout in those waters." This is still spoken from time to time. I carried my fishing pole and a small tackle box throughout the first trip.
5. Crossing a small stream (that could be easily navigated when there wasn't a down pour the night before) by setting up a chain and passing cotton sleeping bags from one person to the other. Jamie's choice words upon a sleeping bag entering the frigid water, and his face!
6. The packs we used? A Blue Hawaii back pack with a motorcycle cargo net, a military rucksack, and an old external frame pack for you right Brad?
7. The commando saw ... enough said. This and the failure to bring a tent the first evening was what sent "the level headed one" off on two distinct tantrums.
There is nothing like these trips to make unforgettable memories, and nothing more enjoyable than re-telling them. But we all need to keep making new ones also, since that's what it is all about really.
Thanks for the post Brad. I know we have a couple of unforgettable memory trip ideas that we are bouncing around currently. Here's hoping they are equally fun, eventful, and story creating.
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