Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive. And go do that. Because what the world needs are people that have come alive.
– Harold Whitman
Campsite 8M2 to Old Faithful
It was very fitting that our last day on trail included not only the poop challenge, but a morning soak in natural hot springs complete with the application of temporary tattoos (compliments of Daybreaker). To add to the fun, the water in the hot spring would shift from scalding hot to ice cold at unpredictable times.
We continue to meet CDT hikers traveling southbound. I had a huge surprise and saw Smiles. I hiked with her for a few days in 2010 on the Pacific Crest Trail around the Lake Tahoe area. It was so good to see her and so encouraging. She just turned 60 while on the trail. How great is that?
It was fitting that we finished the trail at Old Faithful among thousands of tourist. The geyser erupted and it felt like a party.
Thank you everyone for following along.
Special thanks to our hiking companions and now friends:
Burly Whites aka Stryder for your unresearched opinions on any and all subject matter.
Love Note for being our map junkie and keeping us on track
Drop n’ Roll for making sure our extended breaks were not too extended.
Ninja for always amazing us with your fast hiking speed
Sweetfish for the daily supply of quality jokes.
And Wired, wherever you are (probably somewhere in Montana, hanging with the griz), thanks for your encouragement and trail reports from the north.
We will miss you all.
The Poop Challenge Update:
As we began our approach to Old Faithful, Love Note and Drop N’ Roll were the only ones with dollars and the competition was intense. It was at Lone Star Geyser where DNR finally faltered and Love Note attained victory with all but one of the group’s original seven dollars. She is the no poop master.
Ultimately this game was a blast, but our original intention backfired on us. The majority of the group lost their dollars fairly quick, so the two days actually consisted of more poop talk than ever before. Regardless, it provided plenty of entertainment through the backcountry of Jellystone.
Oh yeah, we decided to refer to Yellowstone as “Jellystone” simply to confuse the tourists we encountered. We also discovered from our English sobo friend Simon, that “geyser” is pronounced “geezer” by the Englanders. Taking on this new pronunciation was also very entertaining. All in all, the geezers of Jellystone were totally awesome.
We have left the wandering herd of now 5, but they continue to hike north to Canada, hoping to end in the middle of September. Don’t miss out on a single day of fun by visiting Drop n’ Roll’s online trail journal at http://www.drop-n-roll.com