When something is NAMED for another thing, isn’t it a requirement that the other thing be somehow related to the first thing? Like if you name some mountains after porcupines, there is a legal obligation that porcupines reside on said mountains?
I cannot believe I have seen a bear in the wild and not yet a porcupine.
When we were not busy burying my father or drinking beer, we took three days to hike/camp in the porcupine mountains. It’s right on Lake Superior in the UP of MI, about 2 hours from the WI cabin. WTF?
Sorry, got carried away with the initializing.
First, I am going to own up in a very vague way because it turns out there are even topics I believe are too personal/gross/boring to blog about.
Womens, in case you didn’t know, have a very special time of the month. And that time, while special, is also difficult. It can be difficult to not feel like a hero for making it to the couch before laying down. Especially difficult to not shove chocolate or potato chips or chocolate covered potato chips in their mouths non stop.
Jessica In Progress, dispensing with stereotypes since 2011.
My special time coincided nicely with the hike. The hike where we were without privies or running water or chocolate covered potato chips.
In our planning for hiking the AT I did some research on how I wished to handle this special time and I have been actively preparing for this.
Let’s just say it’s a wee bit different actually out on a 3-day hike with your period than sitting at home thinking about a 3-day hike on your period. And there were some TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. Perhaps some pants needed some washing. And I can’t believe I am thirty fucking six and admitting that I had this type of issue but I am and I did so there we all are.
The TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES took place our first day. And besides slight embarrassment and huge paranoia throughout the rest of the trip, it really wasn’t that bad. For me, I mean. Tom had to listen to my paranoia for the next 48 hours which was probably excruciating. But on the other hand he wasn’t continuously bleeding so maybe we were about even in the end.
I did take away some VERY valuable lessons learned from the experience and that’s the point of these small hikes.
Other Lessons Learned:
1) Couscous is the most amazing hiking dinner ever. Easy to cook and so tasty and filling! I try pretty hard to not get ideas for food that wouldn’t be easy to find in a regular supermarket/convenience store. No point in dehydrating gourmet organic meals for us if we can’t have them on the thru-hike. But couscous is mainstream now, right? Right?? Otherwise, we are going to need to line up some couscous suppliers.
2) I have finally, finally, finally figured out how/where to carry everything in/on/strapped to my pack. It sounds like a no-brainer. But I specifically picked a pack that is on the smaller side so I didn’t over pack. That’s meant I have very little wiggle room, literally.
The biggest concession I made was in the beginning I was adamant I did not want to strap large items to the outside of my pack. But when I chose my sleeping pad, I did not realize how difficult it was to compress it to store in a stuff sac. After 3 trips of cursing and glaring at Tom because he had the audacity to breath in my general direction while trying to stuff my pad first thing in the morning, I decided to try just rolling it tight and strapping it to the side of my pack. It was awesome.
3) Tom. Is. Slow. Fingers crossed it was just because we hadn’t been hiking lately and he’s not conditioned to the trail. Otherwise we are going to need way more than 6 months to thru-hike.
4) Letting Tom set the pace so much made me realize how much I probably push him. And I’d much rather hold myself back and still have energy to do the camp chores.
5) I am even more convinced that I do not want to live in FL for much longer. I appreciate the hiking opportunities we’ve had, but I’m sick of sand and scrub. Trees! Glorious Trees!
6) Stick close to privies during my special time. Or suffer TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.