Hobo Drifters

Resurrection pass.

Hiking. Basically what you do is walk, for extended periods of time, hours and even days sometimes. In our case... four days, forty miles. Jason already posted some photos of the trip which are sweet-awesome. The following is a list of information/highlights (in text form) of the trip...

"Sweet-awesome" was added to our vocabulary.

Erika had the heaviest pack due to her orange juice addiction.

The driver to tour director ratio was perfect. (7 to 1)

"Tara the tiny tortoise"

It turns out that forty miles is pretty far. Especially if you have been sitting on your ass for five months. I can't speak for everyone (wildebeast legs, you know who you are) but my legs were definitely a little shocked, confused, and pissed off for a while.

Telling a girl she has legs like a wildebeast is apparently not a good idea. Even though it sounds awesome.

Chow mein is better than cup of noodles.

At seven o'clock the first morning a phone rings. We are in the Alaskan wilderness where there is no cell phone service. A state of confusion ensues. Utter chaos. Various profanities are shouted. I stick my head down the hole to see what the commotion is all about. Ashley is frantically searching through her bag and eventually pulls out her cell phone and turns off her alarm. Might not sound very funny, but... it was.

Feel free to correct me on this one, but it seemed like Mel and Jacob did not stop talking to each other the entire trip... which is cool.

At one point Jason "the legend" Moffat pushed a tree down. "To piss bears off."

At another point Ashley fell down. It was a good fall though. Not like one of those times when people fall and you think to yourself, "Oh, that was sad." Very graceful. Well done Ash.

Oh and I hiked the entire forty miles in skate shoes. Because hiking shoes are for the birds.

The trail ended in Hope Alaska. The original plan was for some of the crew to hang out in Hope while the rest of the crew went to get the other car. Turns out everything in Hope was closed for the season so Jason and I ended up being trapped in the back of Ben's truck with the muddy gear freezing cold curled up in the fetal position for like an hour and a half.

"One cold corndog shame on me, two cold corndogs... shame on you."