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I Would Walk 8.6 Miles For Oreos

This weekend I hiked the Applachian Trail with friends. Because they’re insane, they hiked 40 miles…in one day. Because I’m not insane, I joined them to hike 8.6 miles.

One of my hiker friends loves lemon. I once saw him down 8 lemonades at dinner.

So when I saw these new Oreos, I had to bring some on our hike.


Lemon Oreos…not the new weird Watermelon Oreos.

Worst case scenario, we could drop them on the trail to attract bears find our way back to the car.

Only…about 3 seconds before my coworkers appeared from the first 10 miles of their hike, this happened:


Water, bananas, and cookies in the passenger seat with keys in the driver seat…of a locked car.


So we hiked away. Our mouths watering at the thought of the lemon Oreos we had to leave behind.

8.6 miles later, Kiefer picked me up, brought a spare key, and returned me to my car. I ate warm lemon Oreos the whole way home, and they were delicious.

Then I ate this delicious frozen yogurt from Yogi Castle:

I should have added more sprinkles.

I should have added more sprinkles.

Because after hiking 8.6 miles, you can eat whatever you want without feeling guilty.

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There’s Something in the Woods

Remember how I’m supposed to be dating myself?

Last weekend I checked off Take a long walk.

Only I changed it to Take a long, sweat-inducing hike because that allows for more dessert consumption.

Since I went hiking the same weekend as the Via Ferrata, I started out slow. First, I hiked the 1-mile moderate level trail, and then I hiked a 2-mile moderate trail.

How was it? Let’s just say I didn’t feel guilty about drinking a hot chocolate and eating 2 smores later that night.

Basically, my thought process during the hike went like this:

  • Why am I starting out walking all downhill?
  • ::slipping on leaves:: Stupid leaves.
  • I can’t believe I’m still walking down hill.
  • ::slipping on more leaves:: Stupid leaves. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone hiking by myself. I’m gonna slip and fall and die of exposure…and lack of Pop-Tarts. OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT POP-TARTS!
  • Finally…an incline.
  • Still going up.
  • Still up? Seriously?
  • Can’t…stop…. If I stop, I’ll never start again.
  • Soooooo hot. Can I strip down and continue the hike nekkid?

I did stop once briefly to ponder wandering into this:

But I decided against it. Monsters live in places like that. And if not monsters, definitely something that bites.