Welcome from OKC!
Welcome from OKC!
"Mother Gue", I says "the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world," and by God, I was right. Keep your nose in the wind and your eye along the skyline.
Hey from Katy! I used to live in Houston but my wife wanted a quieter neighborhood. I've been to the SHNF numerous times. The LHST is nice and I plan to get out on the trail when hunting season is over. There are many other state parks in the area. I like hiking at Brazos Bend state park (watch out for alligators) and Huntsville state park. Stephen F Austin state park is better for mountain biking than hiking IMHO. Plenty of places to hang, and a lot of people that hang in the area. There is an annual Texas hang in November. Unfortunately I was unable to attend this year, and it sounded AWESOME.
We should have more than just one a year. UncleMJM? Any thoughts?
Howdy from Conroe. Yep I hike the LSHT all the time. I luv that trail.
"Once you start down the Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destiny." - Yoda
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As far as other group hangs, I know of one posted at Cado Lake in January. There's an annual one in March on the Buffalo River in Arkansas, I wouldn't be surprised to hear about another Oklahoma one this spring, and I'd lay odds there will be some of us heading out in the months to come with a welcome mat out for others.
I'm up for going if anyone else wants company, say the word and if the schedule permits, I'm there.
Thanks again for the warm wlecome. I've read Derek's book and am ghosting through the videos and forums.
Bopping between enlightment to bewilderment.
Gonna have to bone up on my knots.
I've got a Crazy Creek Crib coming in the mail. I'm betting I'll have a couple of questions, and it looks like there's plenty of folks willing to provide the answers.
Welcome to the MADNESS.... I love my hammock and would have a hard time going to ground... It would be a last resort and I wouldn't be happy about it....
Welcome from Spicewood (West of Austin). Just a few years behind you. Your back will love you for it.
We are now ready to start our way down the Great Unknown.We are three quarters of a mile in the depth of the earth.We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknow river yet to explore.What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls rise over the river, we know not. Ah, well! We may conjecture many things. The men talk as cheerfully as ever; jests are bandied about freely this morning; but to me the cheer is somber and the jests are ghastly. Powell 1869