Hey there little ladies,
It was a sunny day in the mountains. I joined up with a tough old bird and a few tenderfoots on Sunday for a trek up to Snow Lake deep in the mountains of the West. You can't drive your fancy Eastern carriages up there ladies. Oh no. You have to use pack mules or just hoof it yourself. Since we couldn't come to terms with the teamster up at Hyak, we decided we would just tough it out on foot. So with a shot of whiskey for luck we headed on up the trail with a couple of young fillies setting the pace. Halfway up the mountain, the trail turned from dirt to rocks and the old growth timber kind of went away. The sun was out and in a few minutes we were drenched in sweat. Did that stop us? Hail no! We kept right on up that trail a-cussin' and a'drinkin. Finally, we arrived at the top of the ridge and saw a nice little lake down below cuter than a skeeter on the southern end of a northbound mule. We hightailed it down there for some grub and a little skinny-dippin' but turns out that lake was colder than Mt Pilchuk in July. Had to settle for freezing our feet but not much else.
We made it back to the trailhead and headed for the barn after a quick stop for Gatorgade. Let me tell you that stuff hits the spot after a hot day in the mountains.
That's all for now little ladies. Have fun at your effete eastern fancy-pants schools. Yours truly is stickin' to the wild west.
Rrarrar!!
Mountain Man
(legacy post from 9/9/2008)
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