Bushwhacker commandments.

[timmus]

Thou shall not let your ego burst out.

 

[wardsgirl]

Hmmm ... I found the lower section of a pole many years ago (Sept 12, 1999) heading back from Fort and am wondering if it was yours?

Thanks Kevin, but it wasn't my pole half. The scrub gods hath loosened mine trekking pole in the fire and brimstone of Southwest Twin.

 

[Paradox]

Thou shalt not covet the spruce thicket, nor tread upon the mossy granite.

 

[zman]

Thou shall not tell your significant other you will return at a certain time.

 

[MichaelJ]

The compass is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to hike through thicket and blowdown.
It leadeth me across raging waters.
It restoreth my spruciness.
It leadeth me to the herd paths of the peakbagger for the canister's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley lacking GPS reception,
I will fear no forest:
For thou art analog.
Map and headlamp, they comfort me.
Thou preparest the trip report before me in the presence of the parking lot;
Thou annointest my tongue with liquor, my Nalgene runneth over.
Surely a track shall not follow me to wilderness summits;
And I will leave no trace, forever.

 

[erugs]

Yea, this is so funny I wish I had something to add. Amen.

 

[bikehikeskifish]

Honor thy hiker and peakbagger.
Do unto other posters as you would have them do unto you.


Tim

 

[Roxi]

Thou shall not tell your significant other you will return at a certain time.

However thou will be extremely grateful when the S.O. is willing to come get you to save you and 1HappyHiker from doing a road walk back to where you left the car. (Sorry, couldn't resist!)

 

[Neil]

Thou shall not tell your significant other you will return at a certain time.

Take your estimated time, multiply by 1.5 and add 2.

2 what? Whatever thou wanteth.

 

[WinterWarlock]

The compass is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to hike through thicket and blowdown.
It leadeth me across raging waters.
It restoreth my spruciness.
It leadeth me to the herd paths of the peakbagger for the canister's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley lacking GPS reception,
I will fear no forest:
For thou art analog.
Map and headlamp, they comfort me.
Thou preparest the trip report before me in the presence of the parking lot;
Thou annointest my tongue with liquor, my Nalgene runneth over.
Surely a track shall not follow me to wilderness summits;
And I will leave no trace, forever.

OK Michael - this is great, but your spruciness? I don't even want to know how that gets restorethed!

 

[audrey]

MichaelJ, that is priceless!

Thou shalt never assume that thou canst find a better way back.

Thou shalt never swear that thou hast reached the summit and your compass and altimeter are wrong and the canister was stolen.

I'm thinking that we are all drawing these from real life.

 

[una_dogger]

MJ!
That's awesome!
You make me proud to be your whacking partner!

 

[Rik]

MJ!
That's awesome!
You make me proud to be your whacking partner!

Isn't this a little personal for this thread?

 

[Ed'n Lauky]

When thou art truly lost, thou shalt abandon the faith of thy fathers and commit the abomination of abominations by pulling out thy GPS and to find thy way home.

 

[J.Dub]

The compass is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to hike through thicket and blowdown.
It leadeth me across raging waters.
It restoreth my spruciness.
It leadeth me to the herd paths of the peakbagger for the canister's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley lacking GPS reception,
I will fear no forest:
For thou art analog.
Map and headlamp, they comfort me.
Thou preparest the trip report before me in the presence of the parking lot;
Thou annointest my tongue with liquor, my Nalgene runneth over.
Surely a track shall not follow me to wilderness summits;
And I will leave no trace, forever.

+1!

MJ, that's frickin' awesome. Well played.

 

[una_dogger]

Rik!

I meant that purely innocently!

Get your mind out of the gutter!

 

[Rik]

Rik!

I meant that purely innocently!

Get your mind out of the gutter!

Too late for that.

 

[Ed'n Lauky]

The compass is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It maketh me to hike through thicket and blowdown.
It leadeth me across raging waters.
It restoreth my spruciness.
It leadeth me to the herd paths of the peakbagger for the canister's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley lacking GPS reception,
I will fear no forest:
For thou art analog.
Map and headlamp, they comfort me.
Thou preparest the trip report before me in the presence of the parking lot;
Thou annointest my tongue with liquor, my Nalgene runneth over.
Surely a track shall not follow me to wilderness summits;
And I will leave no trace, forever.

That is good MJ. Maybe you've missed your calling.

 

[MichaelJ]

Hee-hee! Thanks everyone. It was an enjoyable distraction from the rigors of my job. I mean, uh, I wrote it on my own time, of course!

 

[MichaelJ]

OK Michael - this is great, but your spruciness? I don't even want to know how that gets restorethed!

Let's just say it can range from downright unpleasant (@$#%! tree) to completely unknown (days later in the shower finding more spruce needles).