Makes me recall my first trip along here:




In high school, with 3 boneheaded friends, beetling to jasper in some godawful beater of a vehicle, No laterns, but D cell flashlights, two pup tents, Coleman peak 1 stoves, frozen hamburger, fresh eggs, butter, army frypans, Jeans, extra cotton long johns, Kodiak Boots, no hiking poles, external frame canadian tire packs, heavy crappy synthetic bags, at least 5 lbs each of useless gear we'd never use, and Oh and of course since we were underage it was cool to bring beer. one six pack[1], metered out between four guys, so we got to have a cold beer in a raging slushstorm in snowbowl campground while sitting in moist jeans waiting as the peak one roared through what seemed like gallons of white gas howling away against the wind blasting out of little shovel pass to throw heat under a pathetic brick of frozen hamburger in an army frypan. (pump it more!!! pile stuff here....)

Amazing how I knew everything and was so smart as a teenager, and still managed to be so retarded sometimes <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />


[1] and note for the record.. At this time canadian beer did not come in canned "six packs" - with nice light aluminum cans. A six pack was 6 of these. (yes we packed out the empties)