Joined: May 2007
||Posted: May 16 2007,7:19 pm
Since it's as quiet as a tomb in here:
A couple of years ago, my brother and I were walking the John Muir trail in East TN, placing a cache. We'd been walking for about an hour and it was pretty quiet. We usually spend our time catching up on the week's happenings and anything else that pops into our mind. Usually when we get on these trails, it's ours until we're done with it and we rarely see anyone else.
Anyways we had stopped to look at a little island in the center of the river to see if we could put a stage of the cache out there when we heard a sound behind us. We turned around and the sight we were witnessing actually took a few seconds to sink in. It was a guy with a pair of hiking boots, socks, a backpack and a smile.
Note that I didn't mention pants, shorts, underwear or a shirt. This is because his current ensemble didn't include any of these items of apparel.
I just kind of stood there and acted like I was a shrub. My brother, for lack of knowledge concerning what to do in these types of situations, said; "I thought you were a bear."
The guy, smiling widely replied "I am a bear, but not that kind of bear!" and beamed us a particularly sane smile, in light of the circumstances.
He continued walking on, and my brother and I started walking the trail again. It took a few minutes before my brother could speak. When we began talking again, he asked me if I had seen the same thing he had. I guess he was beginning to think that he might have missed a speedo on the guy or something. I assured him that he was not wearing any type of loin support and suggested that we leave it alone. I did have to let him know that the guy was coming on to him, but he didn't believe me.
All in all, a very eventful hike, and one we'll remember for some time to come.