I am re-reading Cheryl Strayed's remarkable memoir, "Wild," about backpacking alone on the Pacific Crest Trail when she was a young woman in her mid-20s. It made me remember an epic backpacking trip I took in the High Sierra when I was in my early 20s:
It was so long ago, we didn't have wicking clothing then! I wore cotton tee shirts and denim jeans and cutoff shorts.
Omigosh. I've mis-laid those slim thighs, somewhere.
Please, if you see them somewhere, would you mail them back to me? Thank you very much.