That wise old backpacker that starts last in the herd of young bucks but at the end of the day(especially cross-country routes) is somewhere up front. With his pack off. Smiling.
The grizzled old ex-marine, an experienced backpacker, trailhound, fearless treader, cross-country conjurer,
welcomed the boys(who called him a sandbagger) into camp late that afternoon.
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