The first of what I hope to be many stories about hiking with dogs. 🙂 Oh and please follow the new blog if you like what you read!
It’s probably not the same, I mean, unless I ran up a steep slope I never considered needing to suck “Os.” My toes weren’t likely to freeze off. No chance of pulmonary edema. Outside Magazine and National Geographic could not have cared less what some little lady was doing in San Diego. But if you think about it, climbing 1100 feet almost every day for a year? Well, that adds up to 10 Mt. Everests. Doing that for fifteen years? What? 150 Mt. Everests? That’s ALL the world’s 8,000 meter peaks times 10.
A lot of people do this. These days they post pictures of their boots on social media, but during the years I was climbing my Himalayas, there were barely cell phones — only toward the end. Hiking — rambling, wandering — was, unless you had a friend along, solitary. Feet on dirt and rocks, eyes on the…
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