Red Mosquito

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:if I ever do thru-hike the PCT I’ll eat a steak when I reach the Canadian border.

You should come down to Texas, hike the lone star trail with me, then we'll get a chicken fried steak in Caney Creek.

In.

Hope you like stepping over snakes. Or get a little reckless and do the trail barefoot.

dad wrote:

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:if I ever do thru-hike the PCT I’ll eat a steak when I reach the Canadian border.

You should come down to Texas, hike the lone star trail with me, then we'll get a chicken fried steak in Caney Creek.

In.

Hope you like stepping over snakes. Or get a little reckless and do the trail barefoot.

what sort of snakes are we talking about?

bart wrote:Didn’t know coral snakes were that far east

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:

washing machine wrote:

dad wrote:if I ever do thru-hike the PCT I’ll eat a steak when I reach the Canadian border.

You should come down to Texas, hike the lone star trail with me, then we'll get a chicken fried steak in Caney Creek.

In.

Hope you like stepping over snakes. Or get a little reckless and do the trail barefoot.

what sort of snakes are we talking about?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

bodysnatcher wrote:dad should use some of his kids’ college fund and purchase a VIP backstage meet and greet with Billy Corgan

bodysnatcher wrote:dad should get a second mortgage to fund his new dropship business that sells collegiate logo beer mugs that hold an entire 6 pack

bodysnatcher wrote:dad should pawn his car and use the money to purchase a portfolio of REITs that invest specifically in small towns in the Poconos