An old memory just came to mind. It was 1982 or 83 and Bob and I were going backpacking, Libby was coming along, her first time ever.
I had most of her stuff, but she did have a small book bag backpack.
I'd asked Bob to pick an easy route, as she'd never done this before, she complained, reminding me that she ran 2 miles a day.
So Bob told us he'd surprise us. When we got there it was a climb we called 'idiot alley', almost 4 miles, but about 4000 feet of ascent. Very steep.
Well, Libby made it about half of the way up, but I noticed her legs were in TMF (that quivering/shaking that signifies total muscular failure). And then it started to rain. You know how fast the weather changes in the mountains.
So I lied to Bob and told him I'd brought no wet weather gear. We'd have to cancel and do it another time.
He was a might angry... I volunteered to pay for the whole deal and take him to dinner.
As we were going down, Libby collapsed, so I took her pack and we made tea, ate some chocolates, then continued with her leaning heavily on me.
It was rough for her. I felt bad.
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