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I'm branching out . My new user pic comes from this photo, taken when I hiked with my two favorite Frenchmen half way down the Grand Canyon in October 2005.
A few memories associated with this event. Both gentlemen wanted to see the sunrise over the canyon. However, being 21 yrs old, it took massive bombing to get them to wake up. Eventually we got started. Who needs a sunrise, anyway?
The first thrill was seeing bighorn sheep hanging out right at the beginning of the hike. As we hiked down, Clement (on my right in this picture, ie the shirtless one) spent a good deal of time calling out, "I'm so happy!" I love enthusiasm! Alexis, in the blue shirt, also eventually gave up on wearing a shirt. The guys indulged in repartee the entire day... tres amusant.
The two of them, both hearty athletes (Clem-rugby and Alex-soccer) wasted no time in relieving me of my pack when the heat started to kill me on the way up. I've never had any other hiking partners pitch in so quickly to save a faltering hiker.
Believe me, as we hiked back up the hill that afternoon, trading places on the trail constantly with other upward bound hikers, plenty of other young ladies looked at my situation with barely concealed envy. Vive les Francaise!
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A few memories associated with this event. Both gentlemen wanted to see the sunrise over the canyon. However, being 21 yrs old, it took massive bombing to get them to wake up. Eventually we got started. Who needs a sunrise, anyway?
The first thrill was seeing bighorn sheep hanging out right at the beginning of the hike. As we hiked down, Clement (on my right in this picture, ie the shirtless one) spent a good deal of time calling out, "I'm so happy!" I love enthusiasm! Alexis, in the blue shirt, also eventually gave up on wearing a shirt. The guys indulged in repartee the entire day... tres amusant.
The two of them, both hearty athletes (Clem-rugby and Alex-soccer) wasted no time in relieving me of my pack when the heat started to kill me on the way up. I've never had any other hiking partners pitch in so quickly to save a faltering hiker.
Believe me, as we hiked back up the hill that afternoon, trading places on the trail constantly with other upward bound hikers, plenty of other young ladies looked at my situation with barely concealed envy. Vive les Francaise!
r
