I’m not one of those huffing hikers powering down the trail with their trekking poles a flying.
When I hike it’s more like I’m coasting–like I’m just resting on my legs as they move me along. I pick a nice even easy speed that I can keep up hour after hour day after day.
I don’t carry poles so my hands are free. I have a beverage in my strap pocket to drink as I go; snacks in my hip belt pocket; I fiddle with my MP3 player listening to music or finding a radio station; I look around at the scenery; I have my GPS in the other strap pocket that I can amuse myself with. Feels a lot like driving.
A lot of people power past me, especially boy scouts, then 40 minutes later I pass them resting on the side of the trail and I never see them again, but every once in awhile I get stuck with someone, or even worst a group of people, who power past me, then they take a break and I past them, then here they come powering up behind me again. I have had that go on for days—that drives me nuts. Leapfroggers are the worst.
