We had a good time most of the time

Yes, there is music playing. I figured out how to do it and I'm not sure if I like it or not. Leave your vote. This song always runs through my head when I hike the rolling hills of the Appalachian Trail.

I'm back from backpacking. It was my job to safely escort The Gambia team over 30 miles of snowy AT. No-one died, and the injuries were minor. I am proud to report that I am not sore and have not experienced caffeine withdraw. They can be an ugly combination. On the first day we walked on the snow, on the second day we began to break through about every fifth step which made walking exhausting. The next day it got warm (my GPS said 68 degrees) and the snow became four inches of mush that found every hole in my gore-tex boots. All that melted slop froze, and this morning at 4:45am the mountain was an icy slope. It's a good thing I hike with ski poles.

The Gambia team decided to hike as early as possible. We ate, packed, and hiked in the dark. When the sun came up I was standing on the summit of Center Point Knob waiting for it. (The Gambia team was somewhere below looking for their directions). We had a good time most of the time and I learned once again that dried fruit causes very, very unpleasant things to happen.