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a nice weekend and then rain. Saturday I met with Robert and Allen to start our plans for an overnight hiking trip. That has the making of a fun weekend. Sunday I went bicycle riding with Bob for the first time this year. I am getting into shape for BRAG.
I had over 300 miles for the year, but Bad has over 800 miles already for the year. He was on vacation this week and had rode 300 for the week. He as always is in a lot better shape than I am. Any way we rode a tad over 40 miles yesterday.
It was fun and I didn't get sore like I thought that I might. I got to step up the pace and do more miles each week. Plus
I am going to keeping hiking some. So I am still available to cache hunt too. PS I've lost 6 pounds in April
a day at the office with an old Geezer
With BRAG just around the corner I HAVE got to get my bicycling legs under me. Last week it was time to ride more than one hour per outing. And go out more than once a week. I went out monday for a 35 mile ride, and again Wed. for over 30 miles.
In the meantime I had to keep up my every day chore's. Here come Friday, and there was a new cache near Neels Gap.
I was up at 4am. Got ready, and drove to North Georgia. Was on the AT hiking as soon as it was light enough to see. Hell I am in good shape, after bicyling two days this week, so I pushed it going up the mountain. I was joined by some hikers for the cache hunt, and I team up with seasoned hikers that were young enough to be my children for the hike out. I just couldn't let them go off and leave me could I? I was back at my truck by 11am . Then Saturday morning I was so sore that I could only creep around. Cutting grass today so back to the yard
a new puzzle cache came online this morning (GCJ5ZM ). It reminded me of something that was talked about at the last GGA meeting. mtn-man was talking about how to hide caches ect. Then the ability or inability to hide a cache that nobody could find came up. One on my favorite caching buddies asked WHY would anybody want to hide one that nobody can find?
Good Question! I don't think it was answered at the meeting. Bill Cosby comes to mind. In one of his routines he asked his son WHY had he cut his own hair all off but a streak down the middle from front to back like a indian? He answered I DON'T KNOW. When asked WHAT where you thinking? He answered I DON'T KNOW. Didn't you know you know you would look like a fool? He answered I DON'T KNOW.
I don't know either, but I have more about that coming up here soon
A young reporter went to a retirement home to interview an aged but legendary explorer. The reporter asked the old man to tell
him the most frightening experience he had ever had. The old explorer said, "Once I was hunting Bengal tigers in the jungles of
India. I was on a narrow path and my faithful native gunbearer was behind me. Suddenly the largest tiger I have ever seen leaped
onto the path in front of us. I turned to get my weapon only to find the native had fled. The tiger leapt toward me with a mighty
ROARRRR! I pooped in my pants.
The reporter said, "Under those circumstances anyone would have done the same."
The old explorer said, "No, not then - just now when I went ''ROARRRR!''"
I got this recipe from a backpacking book.
I tryed them today, and they were great. It would stay fresh in a pack or days or weeks I guess.
It was easy to do, and was tasty.
pancakes for backpacking-
5-Minute Fruit Pancakes
There's more to a hot trail breakfast than plain old instant oatmeal.
1 cup dried apples, peaches, or pears
5 tablespoons powdered eggs
1/2 cup nonfat dry milk
2 cups whole wheat flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 3/4 cups water
1 tablespoon oil
* maple syrup, or brown sugar optional
Combine the fruit, eggs, milk, floor, and baking powder in a self-sealing bag. Laabel with the recipe directions.
On The Trail:
Add the water to the floor mixture, just until combined. Bake the pancakes in a hotm lightly oiled skiller, turning when bubbles appear on the surface.
Serve with maple syrup, or brown sugar.
Makes four large pancakes.
From one of my bicycling buddies:
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I told my husband that I would be home by midnight. "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit blitzed, I headed for home. Just as I got
in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing my husband would probably wake up, I
cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally
smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him midnight. He didn't seem disturbed at all. (Whew! Got
away with that one!). Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock
cuckooed 3 times, then said, "oh, crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then tripped over the cat and farted."