[at-l] The Felix Papers, part trois

[Michael Henderson <MikeAT92@sonnet.com>]

received from andover, me:

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The beAT goes on:

Well, lying here in my tent, I have to wonder why I didn't jsut change my
name to Kenneth, get married and go to the Carribean.  Hell, I already have
the shirt for it.  I digress.

Shaws & the Monson Experience:
Hmmmm, where to start?  I only understand 1/2 of what Keith says, and that
scares me plenty.  It took two days of hard work, charm and wit, but I
finally broke through Pat's shell and got her to smile, and even laugh a
time or two.  I bought her an ice cream bar.  I think we're engaged.  Had a
breakfast to write home about this morning.  The two dinners were good, but
the breakfast was Dan D.

Hontas update:
Her ankles are the size of small mellons.  I'm concerned about this
development.

Later That Same Trip:
Quote of the Week: "Do you think it will mildew tonight?"
When moles die, do the other moles unbury them?
Oquossoc, ME:  why?
Beorn:  Met him.  No further comment.
Clinton: Monica who?
Saddleback Mtn: Incredible views.  CLoudy and windy on top.  One word for
MATC: "switchback."
Stratton, ME:  Stayed at the White Wolf.  Nice place w/ good food.  A few
weeks ago someone implied that Beorn and I are, in fact, the same person.
Not so.  However, when I met Beorn, at the White Wolf, there was a
transvestite sitting not 10 feet away.  Not that there's anything wrong
with that.  I just thought it was weird.

We are hiking with a guy named Patch.  He has but one eye.  Nice guy.
There is also a young hiker with us, named SoyBoy.  I don't know his trail
name.

Nice campsite at the Carrabassett River.  Met brothers Jim and Angus and
Stickman there.  Blueberries are still good.

Avery Peak was totally socked in and powerful windy when we crossed.  I met
Cheryl, of the Solemates, on Little Bigelow.  I had waved at Ron at the
road crossing before little Bigelow, not knowing it was him.  then talked
to Cheryl a bit before realizing who she was.  (I had to run back,
packless, to catch her and tell her I am who I am.  Felix).

I found out in Stratton that one of the cats that I said godbye to when we
left, may not be there when I get home.  Keep your fingers crossed for my
13 y.o. bestfriend, Elmer.

Where is Carmen Miranda?

We are doing 25 mile days now.  Well, grossing 25 miles, netting about 10.
We will hike for a while, until Pokey H. gets tired.  Then, she will take
her pack off and walk with me until I get tired.  I then take my pack off
and walk back to her pack.  She doesn't like being alone, so she walks with
me.  When we get to her pack, I carry it to my pack, with her walking with
me.  She is now rested from not having to carry her pack.  So, we walk
together for a little while longer.

We tried something in the 100 miles wilderness that I would advise against.
 We figured our food bags were too heavy, so, the first night, we ate
everything.  I mean everything.  Except the coffee.  From then on, every
meal was coffee.  By the 5th day, I felt weak.  Sure, I was always on a
caffeine rush, but i just didn't seem to have any energy for the long term.
 YMMV.

Sorry for an abrupt end to an abruptly began note.  But, I gotsta get it in
da mail.  Paul and Irene have been wonderful.  Highly recommended.  [i
concur - ed.]
I shall try to be better about writing next time.  But, if not, my lawyer
says you have nearly no recourse.  Ah, life in the 90's.

Bye now.  And remember what I always say... "The bigger the socks, the
fewer it takes to fill the drawer."

Felix

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mike
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