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It's belated because I was up at Bear Lake, and although Idaho really does have cell service these days, I was blissfully unconnected while the mosquitos munched on my ankles and I gazed at turquoise blue waters.
Happy Birthday!
A brief synopsis of my peanut adventure:
It's too bad that I was a day early, not knowing you shared the birthday with Bastille day, so I broke away from watching The Tour, packed up a single 12oz bottle of water, 7 moon pies, and a full bag of circus peanuts, and started on my way a day too early. Then, at about 5000' under the first mahogany tree, I had to eat the first moon pie just to do quality control while I chased a grouse up the trail.
At 6200' in a beautiful patch of maples I sat in the shade, started to take a nap on the trail, and was rudely attacked by four trail runner pirates with lulu lemon leggings, tutus and eye patches that demanded ransom for my survival, since I was sleeping in their shade. I offered them some moon pies and they tore out about half the bag of peanuts, scattering them among the wild sweet pea flowers and next to a rattlesnake. They only eat and drink sugar substitutes, like ones that start with diet, and so they were not happy. Once they finally passed downhill I gingerly gathered a few peanuts, dusted them off and crawled up the trail.
At 7349' precisely, I sat down and ate the other half dozen moon pies that I had previously frozen for freshness, had successfully kept from my attackers, and had been using to ice the wounds left by the hoka shoe prints that the lulu lemon pirates left on my back. After I had eaten, I had thought to go on, but was puckered out. So I gingerly tied the peanut bag to a passing coyote who says he swore off sugar, and he must have dropped them where you found them. Either that or they were not the peanuts I left you at all!
How did you feel after you ate them?
Then I crawled back home and woke up at Bear Lake.
Next year though, I will get it right and carry some Swig drinks and cookies as offerings to the lulu lemon pirates, and I will be waiting wherever, with a banana moon pie for your birthday. Just give me the right place and I can remember Bastille day. I will be waiting before 7am.
Thanks for the birthday wishes @Ugly.
Loved your response. Trail runner pirates with lulu lemon leggings, tutus and eye patches - cracked me up! Do you know if these pirates roam the whole Wasatch, or do they just stick to the Lone Peak/Lone Peak Wilderness area?
So the true peanut story is this: My daughter likes to crochet, and two weeks ago she ran to Michaels to get some more yarn for a blanket she is making. When she got back she said, "Guess what they sell at Michaels?' I said, "I don't know, what?" She said, "Circus Peanuts!" Why a craft store would sell them, I'm not sure, but I told her that we had to go back and buy a bag so that we could take some up Lone Peak with us. I took most of the peanuts out of the bag ( I think I left eight), because I didn't want to haul the whole bag with me on the hike. We each ate one each at the Outlaw Cabin (might be why upper willow creek was so tough on me ), and on the summit, again where the connector trail intersected with the Cherry Canyon Logging Trail, and the last two when we got back to our car at the trailhead.