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[–] Unsung_Heroes_again 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

❤ i always stop way down a trail or in the back country, hams and the fatfucks on horses never find me. When i was hiking across the country i became extremely proficient at guerrilla camping in towns and cities.

I've gone car camping once in the last few years, and the girl i knew from my old paintball days had 2 friends and her BF with her at the campsite. They brought coolers of beer and a feast of cookables. I had my hammock tent, and just my backpacking gear (now at 12 pounds for extended camping minus food and clothes).

They wanted to do some free climbing one day on the trip, she and her bf (overweight fire fighter) brought their climbing gear, and he regaled us with how awesome of a climber he was.... long story short? Beat his ass on both height and speed up the cliff sides, no chalk, only my vibram 5 fingers, no gear. When they wanted to hit a trail o constantly had to stop and wait for them.

I will never do that again. (My gf now loves backpacking, we are making a 5 year plan to disappear and hike the country (me for the second time, her the first).

Sorry for the small novel, but you hit something close to my heart. Happy trails!

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[–] Literallycant [S] 0 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago 

I love hearing other people's stories! Not . much of a climber myself, but I absolutely love doing some bouldering when necessary. Crossing quick moving creeks and climbing up ropes and vines are like fat repellant.

The food oh my God. We brought marshmallows as a treat but I was just eating my usual backpacking food of mixed nuts and home made protein muffins/bars (I'm vegan, fight me).

I bet their dish soap was full of sulfates too. Fuckers