At the risk of being guilty of stereotyping; I was in Death Valley walking the sand dunes, shorts, tshirt and I slipped off my sandals to walk the sand in bare feet. I encountered a young German fellow who was equipped to hike the Sahara in his full Vasque hiking boots, full pack and a 4 litre hydration pack...not dunes 1/2km from the car park. He looked at my bare feet and with grave concern and a thick Germanic accent and warned that I am not so wise to be doing this.Thanks Mike and Joe for your words. The baseball cap turned on its own, dear Mike, and there was no way to put it back on until late afternoon when the sun came back in front of my eyes.
Brent, your observations on experiencing excursions apply perfectly to what happens in the Dolomites. That day of the photo we were in a wonderful spot and we had come up from a dirt road with a medium incline. We climbed at a slow pace and stopped to drink and rest in a green meadow on the way up, and we were overtaken by two young couples equipped to go to the Himalayas. Beautiful, bold and full of life, crashed half a kilometer from the pass and pissed off because they said they had taken the wrong road. I photographed quietly with them yelling with the "guide" for his arrogance. No attention to the beautiful place, just an urgency to walk a path that started two hundred meters higher from the place of their silly discussion, I pointed it out and they fell silent. We spent half an hour sunbathing with them still arguing. Mah! On the elegance in the mountains "boy from Belfast" and Brent I too saw this year a display of designer clothing for the mountains and technicians used to go to the baker
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