On our recent trip up further into the mountains I learned *a little better* what to pack, and what to wear…
FIRST pack my lipstick. Everyone was perfectly lipsticked, and I felt really underdressed
SECOND pack a pretty sarong. I packed ugly ones because they were big enough to carry the j-dude. But once again I felt really underdressed. And if I could have pulled out a pretty sarong, I could have covered up my muddy bottom.
THIRD pack a shirt to change into. I sweat like a hog…or…or…or something else a little more glamourous that sweats a lot. Maybe a bottle of Evian that just got taken out of the fridge.
FOURTH always pack my green bag and other overnight gear, because the river might flood and then we will stranded in the land of few bridges and many river crossings.
FIFTH wear long pants because the infected gaping wounds on my legs are just nasty. Hence the sort of not attractive zip-off pants I just invested in.
LASTLY don’t worry about packing my pride. Because it will be gone before I know it, and it’s not worth having around.
So yeah I will become a “glam hiker” on my next trip. And I thought they were oxymorons.