You would hike 8 miles up a mountain, stopping occasionally for a break.
Sit on a conveniently placed tree and wait for Beth to finish peeing in the woods.
You would find a camping site in the middle of nowhere just as the last bit of light fades and the temperature begins its precipitous drop.
In the morning you emerge from your tiny tent, still cold from the 30 degree overnight temperature.
You make a breakfast that consists of dehydrated scrambled eggs,
You eat it with a sporknife that still has peanut butter from dinner, out of a bowl that has not only the scrambled eggs but also remains from last night's Shepherd’s Pie. Mmmm, tasty mix.
The good thing is that you get to look epic while standing bare chested in the sunshine doing so.
After breakfast, you would shoulder your pack and begin another 8 mile/3000 foot climb up a never ending path to the top of Knob Mountain, meeting a hiker going the other way who mentions that he is using Knob and Neighbor Mountain (that you climbed yesterday) as training to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro in the Summer. You would push on to the summit and collapse (if you were Beth, I maintained my dignity of course) in exhaustion.
Oh, did I mention that just prior to starting the 2nd day's climb you would cross a stream with a water temperature of around 40 degrees?
The best part, however, is that you would get to spend an incredible weekend with your amazing daughter.
Give it a try sometime.
All pictures are here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thestevensons/sets/72157623534992619/
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