My friends will read this and call it "Famping". Yes, the fake camping. I stayed in a tent, but my parents and uncles and aunts (and me by default) believe in using the comforts afforded to us by "modern" technology. Like propane lanterns. And gas stoves. And Dutch Ovens. So we don't backpack in and take a 5 gallon bucket for our waste, and we enjoy a shower at least every other day. But I wouldn't say we're weak.
I will concede, however, that the only reason I even attempted the hike to Delicate Arch is because I couldn't let my 74 yr old grandmother go and still hold up my head.
Had I known I was pregnant at the time, I wouldn't have gone up that blasted hill. No wonder I was carsick.
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