My brother and I were planning a hike on San Gorgonio in California. A ineighborhood boy, who had kind of adopted me because I was a Police Officer ,was hanging at my house while we were checking our gear. As we talked about the weekend trip the boy, Fred, got excited and wanted to go with us. He said he had never been camping and really, really wanted to go with us. I was thrilled about this, because it was his first hike, and we were planning in a two night hiking and camping trip that was almost all up hill until the trip down after the second night. I also didn't think that Fred was up to hiking about twenty miles, up hill for two days, as he was overweight. I also didn't believe that his parents would allow him to go.. He was so excited, and begging to go, so I told him that if his parents agreed, he could go. Anyway, to my surprise they agreed and come the weekend we took off. Fred was really into the trip and my brother found, or borrowed backpacking gear? too fit him.. On the mountain Fred remained excited for about a mile, and then started saying he was tired and needed a rest, we rested. After another ten minutes hiking Fred began to ask were we there yet, and complaint that he was too tired to go on. After we had gone another mile he demanded a rest, and he ate several of the snacks he had brought along. Long story short, I ended up carrying Fred's pack, and he held onto my belt as I helped him hike to our first nights camp site. It took us so long to get there, because Fred needed numerous rest breaks. When we got to the camp site it was near dark, and I told Fred to rest as my brother and I would set up the tents and get supper started. My neighborhood was full I was gathering fire wood, and as I returned to the camp site I didn't see Fred yhere, and asked my brother where he was. He said that Fred told him he was going to use the rest room. I looked for Fred, and called for him, but got no response. I knew, at that moment, that Fred was heading home. I could tell he hated hiking because he kept asking to go home, but I had told him he would like it better once we got to camp. I thought that since we had made it to camp, and I had agreed that if in the morning he still wanted to go home we would cut the trip short, and go home. Off I went trying to find Fred on the trail toward home, while my brother looked around the camp site area for him. I was frantic with worry that I wouldn't find him before something bad would happen to him. I found a candy bar wrapper on the trail like Fred had with him, and thought that I was right about Fred heading home. It got dark, and I was even more frantic with worry than before. Finally I heard movement in front of me on the trail, and started to call Fred's name out loud. Instead of answering my call, I heard running ahead of me. I took off running and was finally able to see, to my relief, Fred trying to run down the trail. I caught him, and to my shame I let my relief in finding him reveal itself in the form of yelling at him about running away, and how dumb it was to go off alone after dark. I got him back to camp, and after some hot dinner and sitting by the warm fire Fred seemed content to be there. In the morning we headed home, and Fred never asked to go camping again.
It's really challenging bringing clueless people to do anything outdoors. Makes your life 10x as difficult because you end up having to manage all your stuff and them.
I worked Security for a float trip campground on the Illinois River near Tahlequah Oklahoma. That is truer than you think. I actually told people through their tent they were being heard by everyone in the campground and parents with kids don’t want to hear it.
I sure don't participate in Hike Naked Day! 😂 I'm a sad solo hiker cuz of #2. 😢 #4 is a real big one that shocks people. I still feel judged a lot, and I'm medicinally 'green'. Thank you for explaining why wagbags are necessary! A lot of people don't know why they're required in certain places. Great video with a fun topic! You should do more! 😁💚👊
Just found your channel, I need to explore more. I have a massage gun, the only time I can stall it is when I'm going hard on the back of my hip bone when I'm working on sacroiliac joint and it's almost skin on bone. A few weeks ago, I went kayaking on the local river in Central Indiana that was pretty crowded, and there was definitely some signs of alcohol and a certain fragrance in the air more than once. There were quite a few parties where groups had grounded their kayaks or canoes on sandy spots along the banks. There were also quite a few children on the river with parents. It even seems most of the teens were with adults which was probably a good thing.
At least you do it. I've been in popular areas and all you see is poop (lots of it) and what I call tent cities, toilet paper EVERY WHERE! drives me crazy!
The first and last time I took a girlfriend camping, not even backpacking, we ended up at a motel at one in the morning. Despite that, she married me anyway! 30 years later and she still hasn't gone, but she fully supports me. She thinks I'm crazy and wonders why people willingly torture themselves like that. And don't even get me started on gear!
Here in the UK I was cycling on Naked Ramblers Day. I could see lots of pale things in the distance about 50 (think they were all men but I only made eye contact) men passed me going in the opposite direction. I was so glad I’d seen a post on FB earlier in the day
@@JeremiahStringer that on trail i could find another girlfriend who likes hiking, because she dont love it! That i dont following a very dangerous dreamhike! North cape( Norway) to kaap Hoorn ( South Africa)
