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O U N T A I N M A N
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MOUNT UP AND HEAD OUT
TO THE WILDERNESS!
Picked
up crew in Denver Colorado
Springs
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After reasoning out & mastering the
necessary survival & Comfort technique, Nature offers us the greatest
reward of all: The chance to turn off the Mind and just FEEL with the
Heart. Feel the feeling, the good
medicine of a Tree, of the Clouds, of the Soil, of a Hawk, of the Future, of
Life. Exist. Existentialism. Learn to develop and enjoy the long rich silences
of camaraderie. No one can make you
learn this. The heart must want it.
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Scrub-Up-Line
Named
While scrub-team was massaging plates and
frypans with suds & joshing, evolved a name for the dish-washing part of
Base Camp: 95th Division Headquarters (Lingo’s WWII Outfit). Big Hot Water Tank: General Patton who comes
to a slow boil. Drinking Water
Sterilizer: Lt. Buzbomb who snorts and burbles when he blows his top. Suds Pan:
General Twaddle. First Rinse: Uncle
Buddy (Pvt) who used a bed sheet for a hankie and looked like he was
surrendering while driving the jeep and blowing his nose. Second rinse: Yohann (Sebastian Kalajian)
(Pvt too) Played a fiddle between his knees while going into battle.
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Discussion: Construction, care & use of
a granite hole.
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TOUGHENING
HIKE TO CREST
Minimum survival packs. Fresh sterilized
water in canteens. Start up Walt Whitman Trail. Altitude fatigue showing up.
Crest. Meditate flaming sunset. Cook t-bone steaks on forked stick grills of
green aspen. After a while Cityboy Mahaffy Big-un reconsidered his nutrition.
Fragrant protection against forest fire menace.
Started down on........
S
T A R L I G H T S T U M B L E .......
If you are ever lost in the wilderness and
darkness overtakes you, DON’T, DO NOT take a Starlight
Stumble, unless it’s absolutely necessary.
Sit down and curl up. Yell, cry, sing, sleep, freeze, but don’t move
until dawn. However, if it should be necessary for some very important reason,
do it our way.
We were traveling in a semi-familiar
terraine, and had flashlights if needed (didn’t). The moon had set. Started down in the
blackness. Every so often we stopped to count off, name and number in
line. That way n one got left behind
down a mine shaft. The way to walk is one arm-length apart, keeping both feet
on the ground as much as possible. Drag along.
Toddle. Hang on to every tree within reach. Falling can be lethal, bgut
if you do, fall loosely backward into the hill like a piece of limp liver. From
the crest down we were traveling blind. Couldn’t find the trail. Got our night
vision thru Thoreau’s Throw. Could see about 10-ft by star shine. Avoided
looking at city-glow of Denver
Cityboy
Big Mahaffy
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