[at-l] Thngs that baffle me

[WenchAT03 at comcast.net (Teresa)]

And, typical to my experiences with newspaper articles (or most reporting),
it has it's inaccuracies.  The truth:  We stopped for a break around then,
and decided to cook breakfast #2 then, to use up fuel and food.  The truth:
Hotdog got his name because *I* played on a *softball* team where all off
the outfielders were family, and someone said "Hey, it's the mustard
outfield!"  (All of us being Frenches.)  When I related this story to
'hikersrus' yahoo group, the Bun, Relish, Hotdog, Mustard thing got started.
The rest is accurate.  :-D

And no, Skeeter, I didn't start getting up early until toward the end of the
hike.  And even then, it wasn't "early" compared to some.  At the beginning,
when shelters were near capacity, most hikers got up early and people were
bumping into one another, so we decided to wait until they'd left the
shelter before leaving our sleeping bags.  It meant about a 9am start.
Gradually it became a regular 8am start, then finally to a 7-ish am start.
Had there been frequent afternoon thunderstorms, I might've changed my
schedule.  But being wet and cool most of the hike, I enjoyed staying in my
bag just 15 more minutes.  Just 15 more minutes.  Just 15 more....

:-)
Wench

----- Original Message ----- 
From: <Bror8588@aol.com>


 http://www.nashvillecitypaper.com/kemper.cfm


"Those remaining are getting younger with the average age in the mid-to-late
twenties and they have little groups who hike together, usually two to four.
They do not get up at dawn but more like eight, nine or ten in the morning.
I
talked with a lady who looked like a young Janis Ian and she complained
about
getting up before eleven. Time will run out for many of these young folks to
complete the trail but the mantra on the trail is that each will walk his or
her
own walk.
"One group I talked with as they were enjoying their morning breakfast
around
ten o'clock at a shelter were Smoothie, Fly, Hot Dog and Wench. Hot Dog is
married and was hiking with Wench, not his wife. Hot Dog got his name from
playing on a baseball team where others were called, Bun, Mustard, Relish,
you get
the picture. After I noted that Wench was too pretty to be a wench, a wench
being more of a Charles Dickensian character with no teeth and three pints
of
ale in each ham hand, I learned that it was all Platonic, no matter what you
dirty-minded readers thought."


Ya gotta be careful out there on the trail.  Ya never know when someone will
write about ya in their Newspaper.

Skylander