Eddie70
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My boyfriend (known to all of you as Bruno) got me started hiking. When we met I was in pretty good shape but i hadn't done much hiking (except for a few camp trips that taught me never to bring your toothbrush near the latrine and that bandanas are not a good look for me).
For one of our first dates, we hiked Mt. Willard in December 2003. Bruno had to come over to my house early in the morning to suit me up in his capilene and boots (my only pair were ten year old Nikes that clicked when I walked and were definitely not winter-ready). We almost had to abort our hike right at the beginning due to stream crossings, but after shimmying over a log, we were on our way.
I think the hike was Bruno's way of testing my physical endurance and skill before we really started dating. Fortunately I passed the test.
Our second hike was Mt. Eisenhower in March and while we hiked down through the last of the snow I knew that I was hooked. Now I've done 30 of the NH4000s.
For one of our first dates, we hiked Mt. Willard in December 2003. Bruno had to come over to my house early in the morning to suit me up in his capilene and boots (my only pair were ten year old Nikes that clicked when I walked and were definitely not winter-ready). We almost had to abort our hike right at the beginning due to stream crossings, but after shimmying over a log, we were on our way.
I think the hike was Bruno's way of testing my physical endurance and skill before we really started dating. Fortunately I passed the test.
Our second hike was Mt. Eisenhower in March and while we hiked down through the last of the snow I knew that I was hooked. Now I've done 30 of the NH4000s.