Just Mike and I finished our third leg, and the whole shebang, of the Long Trail late last year. We wrote much of our Trip Report in verse...
A strapping engineer by trade
Just Mike was strong and hale
When, from his job he was very nearly laid
He quit the place, no longer stayed–
He chose to walk the Trail.
The Chocolatier had traveled
His business growing fame
To get some rest and clear his brain
He heeded when the Trail called his name.
They packed their packs (30 pounds at height!)
They carried little, traveled light.
Their Blackbirds stuffed into their nests
Down bags and pads so they could rest
Comfortable and warm at night.
Coke can stoves with alcohol
Stowed in titanium pans quite small,
Gravity filters for water pure
A few odds & ends and still not sure
They had what they needed, but
Sandals on their feet
They proceeded.
You'll find the remainder (with photos) at The Ballad of Just Mike & the Chocolatier
Rich
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