Around 9 this morning, Dad stuffed his pack and a small suitcase into the trunk of a cab headed for the airport (since you can’t take knives and fuel in your carry-on bag, he will have to mail the empty suit case home after he reloads the off-limits items into his backpack). Around 3pm Dad met Hansel and Gretel at their hostel in Catawba and they started their march back into the woods.
One problem: they weren’t nearly as far as they thought they were yesterday after tumbling down the mountain. Very quickly, their 3-mile hike to the next shelter turned into a 6-mile hike. So much for easing Dad into the Appalachian experience!
I was wrong before when I said there was only one problem. It also was raining, so they all got wet. Good thing Dad came prepared with rain gear. And then we have the problem of age. As Dad was hiking he reminded the young and spry Hansel and Gretel that he was doing this hike with “two bad hips, two bad, knees, two bad feet, two bad…” He continued to repeat all of these problems as they hiked until Hansel interrupted him.
“Well Dad, I think you just got your trail name,” Hansel declared. “Two Bad!” Isn't that too bad?
And so, Hansel, Gretel, and Two Bad have begun their week together!
Who needs an alarm clock when you have a rooster? This little guy woke up Hansel and Gretel this morning!
A Hostel Friend
Gretel making an epic breakfast!
Hansel with his plate. They picked the eggs right out of the nest!
Also, does anyone else thing that Hansel's hair is getting rather fro-tastic?