Day Seven Entry: Sep 16, 2013 - A trail name is revealed

So ,just as a follow up to the night I spent at Gooch Mtn shelter, the one where you couldn't hear the babbling brook behind me - and BROOK is being generous. I'm about ready to strip off my skivvies when I hear voices coming down the trail. I get my cloths back on and look up. We'll the first thing I notice is a campfire ring built in the clearing right below the bear cables . That can't be right, I think, and then all the commotion turns out to be a lone woman. She throws about an 80 pound pack on the lean to floor and once again my spider senses tell me "that can't be right." So we start chit chating --she works in a bar and we are both lamenting the fact that there is no alcohol. If I had brought my personalized flask it would have been long gone, but those 14.2 ozs made great conversation. She admitted that she had a lot of stuff and come to find out the pad she was sleeping on was a swimming pool mattress. She had about 20 pounds of batteries and every piece there is in a jet boil kit with a pot big enough for four. Part of the evening for me was trying to make the little ultralight alcohol stove mate to my jetboil pot or at least my metal cup --everything seemed to put it out. I need to make a stand out of half inch hardware/ cloth and get a wind screen . I even tried using some of Dancing Crane's (that's her trail name) extra jetboil parts she had. Nothing worked. Even the amount of fuel I had to use to prime the thing didn't seem to make sense . My jetboil heats enough water for supper in less than a minute. I burned off the fuel in the stove and was trying to figure what to do with the left over 8 ounces of denatured alcohol in the Gator aid bottle when DC wanted to start a fire. I dunno-- I haven't needed a fire at any camp yet. Maybe I just don't want to smell like smoke. So she pulls out one of her fire starters, dryer lint stuffed in TP cardboard roll. I suggest she pour some of my left over fuel in on top of the lint. She claims it only took her two matches to get a fire going and she was some excited. After dark (I'm usually in bed by dark) she started showing me all the stump tops and sign posts she has pictures of on her phone. Except she is in her dancing crane position. On one leg, arms outstretched, you know. Her ambition is to go to law school but right now dancing pays the bills. What kind of dancing in a bar does she do? Well she says she doesn't wear many cloths at least through the whole performance. OK! It's time for me to go to bed and I am hugging the far left wall of the shelter. How did this girl getup here? She is 98% of the lean-to away on the other side. I'm trying to go to sleep and all I can hear is that damn pool raft squeaking. And me, I've got my head under my covers repeating to my self "I'm Fathergoose, I'm Fathergoose , I'm Fathergoose " I guess if anyone asks I am Fathergoose on the trail
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Cary Grant as Father Goose -www.ourrelease.org 

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