The Men Behind the Women of Hike Like A Woman

Hike Like A Woman is a brilliant website brimming with women who celebrate being a woman in the outdoors and who inspire each other on a daily basis. I am one of the lucky few who is both an Ambassador and a staff member of HLAW. We are first and foremost, adventurers. We are bloggers, vloggers and freelancers. We are day hikers and backpackers. We are horsewomen, skiers, snowshoers and climbers. We mothers, sisters, daughters and friends. We blog about our day hike to amazing waterfalls or our solo hike into the wilderness. We write articles about our hopes, our dreams, our families, our hiking buddies, and what scares us. We take our audience on a magic carpet ride in search of the perfect piece of hiking gear, backpack snack or the perfect trail. We tell stories of our time on the trail and share our victories and defeats with each other. We are a sisterhood. We are a tribe of outdoor women.

But hidden behind the curtains, standing in the shadows, are the men who support us and embrace our philosophy. Without them, we would not be the women we are today.

My husband, Dale, and I just celebrated our 33rd wedding 19884106_10155434598052398_6597964975313584957_nanniversary. We met in college and have been a couple for 37 years now. Throughout the better part of my life, Dale and I have adventured through life together, as a team.  He supports every zany idea I come up with. He is there to catch me when I fall, brush me off and set me back on the path.

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He wholeheartedly supports my position within the Hike Like A Woman community. He helps edit my blogs and articles. He makes suggestions for topics and takes me on amazing adventures so I may share them with others. He pushes me to be a better person than I was the day before and he inspires me to be the best I can be. We are a team. He is the man behind this HLAW woman.

I asked some of my fellow HLAW ambassador buddies to tell me about their behind-the-scenes man ~ Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to some of the men behind the women of Hike Like A Woman: 

 

HLAW Ambassador Jennifer Simmons, her husband Scott, and their growing family

Kristin Smeltzer My lovely man is allergic to the outdoors. Literally allergic to all flora (he got tested). He is the only person I know who has managed to get bitten by a possum. The outdoors is just really not his thing. But he understands how much being outdoors means to me. He encourages me to take time out hiking and camping as he knows it strengthens me mentally and physically. He encourages me to do things he wouldn’t do – like go overseas for a month hiking and travelling with no fixed plan. You can’t get a lot more supportive than that … 

Rebecca Connell Walsh My husband challenges me to push myself harder than I think I can, to set bigger goals than I think I’m capable of achieving, and to reach for the stars. But if I miss he catches me when I fall, and lifts me back up again. He’s my best friend, my confidant, my mentor, and an amazing father to my little boys. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me. 

HLAW founder aka Bossypants, Rebecca Walsh and her husband, Al Walsh

Ruth Schmidt I must say that all of the guys I regularly hike with (husband included) have been fantastic and have helped me out on numerous occasions. My husband helped me when we were kloofing in the Magaliesberg and I started getting cramps from the cold water (https://youtu.be/yc1vTKZ1hDA), and of course my friend Ralph and cousin Benjamin carried all my stuff and helped me hike out of the Drakensberg when I dislocated my shoulder.  https://youtu.be/IbhRLh843nQ


Amanda Lucy Haskins Where do I even begin??? Tim has carried me mentally, physically and emotionally through one of the most difficult and challenging parts of my life. He has helped me to work my way from the wheelchair up to 6 miles of hiking (and he hates hiking!). He carries me to bed when I am in too much pain to walk.

I ask him constantly why he would want to be with a broken girl when there are so many healthy girls out there. He still sees me as Wonder Woman even when I am sobbing from the frustration of not being able to be the me I used to be, from the pain and from countless doctors visits with no answers.

He has made all my dreams come true while carrying me. He took me and my dogs to see the ocean, which was my final wish before I passed away. He got me my dream farm to live on, which brings me so much peace and joy. He loves me through the good times and the bad (which have been many). I don’t know how he does it with the patience and kindness of a saint. I never imagined anyone would love me the way he does, or see me the way he does or stand by me through it all. I am truly blessed to be loved by this man! I wouldn’t be the strong woman I am today without my Beast giving his strength to me. 

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Tim and Lucy will be tying the marriage knot in September ~ Congratulations!!!! ~

Lucky Charms for the Trail

When we pack for a backpacking trip, we pack the essentials to ensure our survival.

Simply put ~ Food, clothing and shelter. But, there are other tricks we have up our sleeve that we can’t do without on the trail.

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Please do not make me leave my 4 year old trusty compression gloves at home!

Lucky charms, tradition or superstition, call it what you will. I’m a firm believer. If it works to ensure a safe and uneventful trip for us, then I make sure I do the same thing over and over again.

I wear the exact same clothes. That way there is no overthinking of what to wear. Worked last time. It’ll work this time. Unless I’ve gained weight and have to buy something new ~ which now makes me cranky to think that I have gained some weight and I’ll be a Nancy-No Fun on the trail. 

I wear the exact same jewelry as I did on the previous backpack trip and I paint my nails the color of the trail I’m on.

Before our hike in the Grand Canyon, I had scheduled a nail appointment. I thought that was a silly thing to do, as I’d probably screw up a good manicure. Nope! It turns out that my nails were extra strong and didn’t break. Plus, they looked good, too! They hid the dirt well. We all need to utilize a little vanity every now and then, plus have fun with it.

The only jewelry I wear while backpacking and my CT green nails!

Before our hike on the Colorado Trail, I scheduled a manicure. My nail technician suggested I paint them the color of the iconic trail markers. They matched perfectly! I wore the same jewelry on the trail that I had worn in the Grand Canyon. 

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Spidey always goes where Dale goes…. They’re a team!

Dale packs his lucky Spiderman bendable action figure as his co-navigator. He goes wherever we go. He transfers Spidey from his daypack to his backpack when necessary. That little man goes with us wherever we go. Why? No reason other than it wouldn’t feel right if we left him home. 

My trowel always clings to the left side of my pack ~ never the right. Do not ask me why…

Then there is the trowel I carry. It can always be found on the left side of my pack. Dale suggested putting it on the other side and I about stroked out. I don’t know why I can’t pack it on the right side ~ I just have a phobia about screwing up the good vibes. When I try to go against the grain, it just doesn’t feel good. 

I have an irrational fear of screwing up good karma on the trail. So I do everything in my power to make sure I won’t upset the trail gods. All our pack trips have been successful and uneventful. So, I believe all our charms, superstitions and traditions have paid off. What are your superstitions? Do you have any lucky charms to ward off the bad vibes one might encounter in the woods?

 *Remember ~ it’s only weird if it doesn’t work. *

Wandering Chardonnay Podcast ~ you’ll love her!!

https://hikelikeawoman.net/2017/05/hiking-with-chardonnay-2/ So my podcast is out on Hike Like a Woman! It was my first time doing a podcast interview. We did the interview back in December, so I was still in trail prep mode. Rebecca is a great interviewer, checkout some of her other interviews they are more informative. I was nervous, if you […]

via Podcast giggles — wandering chardonnay

Got Venison?

Check out my fellow Hike Like A Woman ambassador, Lorna, and her husband’s post about a unique way to serve venison ~ You can bet I’ll be trying this with elk!  

 

VENISON FLATBREAD SANDWICH We love eating wild game. Our favorite meat, hands down, is venison. We have it ground, cut into fry meat, tenderloin steaks, stew meat, roasts and smoked links. It is the main staple for meat in our home. Tonight we used some of the back strap fry meat to make a gyro-styled […]

via FROM THE WOODS TO THE PLATE — FLATWOODERS

365 Mile Challenge

I’m always up for a challenge.  I enjoy setting goals for myself, seeing them through and then bask in the glory of accomplishment. Who doesn’t, right? Validation is a wonderful drug.  My goals are usually something short and simple, therefore, leaving less room for boredom which leads to failure. Until now…..

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http://365milechallenge.org/

I just signed up for the 365 Mile Challenge set up by Rebecca Walsh, founder of Hike Like A Woman, and a few of her friends.  The object of the challenge is to complete 365 self-propelled miles in 2017.  It’s a great challenge that comes with an online community loaded with fun, exciting and enthusiastic members who encourage each other throughout the challenge.  What more can you ask for? Oh, and did I mention, you are eligible to win cool prizes? There are no first place winners.  There are no second place losers. You complete 365 miles, you are a winner!  You come away from the challenge with the satisfaction of knowing you completed goals that you set for yourself.  

 

IMG_0508.PNGAccording to my Fitbit, I earned the Great Barrier Reef Badge.  That means I have completed 1600 miles since I’ve had my Fitbit (October 2015).   So, I know I can do this, right? I mean, 365 miles in one year equates to one mile per day.  I put on a couple miles every day at work and an additional few when I’m at home.  So, 365 miles in one year is completely doable.  And it’s a challenge that I’m not going outside of my comfort zone to achieve. 

I need to complete this challenge.  I need to do this for myself.  Not for my husband.  Not for my kids or grandchildren.  But for myself.  You see, in the past 3 years, I have become a lazy person.   Three years ago, I was in good form both physically and mentally.  Then I became complacent and lazy.  As I struggle to get off the couch, I feel the need to jump start the new year with a challenge I know I can complete.  This is all for me.

I will be taking you all along with me as I track my progress.  There will be ups and downs.  There will be tears and laughing.  This will be real.  No sugar coating here.  So, come along for the ride ~ better yet, sign up for the challenge and let’s all do it together.  Strength in numbers is what I say. 

 

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Tracking sheet for #365MileChallenge ~ each circle represents one mile

By the way, to make it a bit more interesting and to take myself outside of my comfort zone to push myself further than the 365 miles, I’m going to up the challenge and double my mileage to 730 miles. Now there’s a challenge I can be afraid of… 

 

 

You go, Girl!

 

I love backpacking and hiking gear.  I am a gear head.  Dale is a gear head.  Psst! I actually think he’s worse than me!  He loves to research the latest and greatest that technology and his pocketbook will allow.  Anything to make our experience a more comfortable one!  As a friend of mine always says,”Your trip is only as good as the gear you take”.

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My gear enables me to enjoy the outdoors. I have a great backpack. It’s designed especially for women, saves my back and fits my hips like a glove. I have hiking poles with shock absorbers built into them to help save my knees. I have the latest and greatest in clothing to keep me cool, dry, warm and from getting sunburned. I have the best lightweight waterproof boots for my feet. My sleeping bag is down.  My tent is waterproof and has LED lights built into it.  All my gear is meant to make my trip the most enjoyable it can be, with the exception of one thing.

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I’m a girl. And you know what that means? It means I’m not built like a boy. I can’t draw my name in the snow.  It means when nature calls, I have to shed my gear, unzip my pants and squat in the woods. It means I have to be careful what spot I choose to be one with nature.  Stinging Nettle or Poison Ivy can ruin a squat in the woods quicker than anything else. So can a hornet…

So with that thought in mind, the hunt was on for a device that would shorten my bathroom break, would keep me from having to shed gear to pull down my pants and would also eliminate the need to keep a sharp eye out for foliage or insects which might invade my privacy.  A female urination device (FUD) to be exact ~ I’m uncomfortable with the word, “urination”.  It sounds so vulgar.  Just like the words, “pee”, “crap”, and “shit in the woods”.  I can’t say them without scrunching my face like I just bit into a lemon.  Now ask me to say, “poop’, “potty” and “tinkle”, and you’ve got my attention and I’m giggling like a junior high schooler. I compare those words like I would compare the stench of dead animals to rainbows.  Guess how the word placement fits on that spectrum…

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I scanned the internet.  I cautiously shopped the isles of REI and Cabela’s, while keeping a watchful eye out for any salesperson who might ask me if I needed help.  Is this what a guy feels like when he’s buying condoms for the very first time?  Sweaty palms, heart pounding in your ears, dry mouth and expelling gibberish when asked if there’s anything you need?  Yikes!! All I want to do is to be able to go potty in the woods without all the production.

gogirl4Finally, I found something that looked cute, discreet and user friendly!
I even liked the name, “Go Girl”.  Like, “you go girl ~ that’s right!”  “That’s the way to do it ~ I’ll never let you down.”  “I’ll be there for you
whenever you feel the urge ~ my new best friend in the woods!!”  The reviews for the product sang praises for ease of use.  Women from all over love this de
vice. This must be the one for me!

I read the packaging ~ wow!  I can use this anywhere!   This is glorious!  The instructions said I should practice with it a few times to get the routine down.  Psh… Practice?  I don’t need no stinkin’ practice, I just wanta play the game!   But, being the team player I am, I practiced.  Or attempted to.

gogirl3go-girlI thought I’d try it out in my backyard.  You know, to mimic being in the wild outdoors.  I stood in the middle of the yard with my pants down around my knees ~ I looked around and thought, “This is a bad idea”.  What if a meter reader came through?  What if my neighbor’s son just happened to be home and looked out his second story window that overlooks my back yard?  What if my other neighbor came out and looked over the fence to say, “Hi” like he normally does? What if my husband came home in the middle of the day?

Then I had a fantastic idea! I’ll go upstairs into the shower and try it out! No muss, no fuss! I took my clothes off (like I would be totally naked in the woods, right?), got into the shower and tried to use the Go Girl ~ my best friend ~ the one thing that has my back (or front).  I positioned it like it said in the instruction ~ Okay.  Now I can’t go to the bathroom.  Not a single drop came out.  Really??  Okay.  Let’s run some water.  I turned the shower on, which only resulted in me getting wet.  I repositioned the Go Girl and…. still nothing.  Great.  Now what?  Drink lots of water! So I positioned my mouth under the shower head and proceeded to drink massive quantities of water, which only resulted in me getting full and totally drenched.

Why does this have to be so frickin’ hard?  All I want is to be able to go to the bathroom in the woods without pulling down my pants.  That’s not asking for much….  Well, apparently, it is.gogirl1

While I was thinking about what to do next, the urge hit me.  Yes!!  Here it comes!! Position that Go Girl and let it do it’s stuff!  Wait, why is there no suction like there is supposed to be?  I bent over, trying to see what went wrong.  I fiddled with it a bit and just when I thought I had it right, the bodily fluid flowed.  Right.  Down.  My.  Leg.  Yeah, you have a vision right now…. What in the hell?

I envisioned myself in the woods when nature calls, using the device, only to return from my potty break with wet pants.  Seriously?  Am I that technologically challenged that I cannot use this device??  Is my body not built for these things?  It’s because I’m older and have squirted out two children and things are kind of saggy now, right?  That’s it!! My body is old and run down, I can’t help it and the Go Girl can’t help me.

The Go Girl ended up in the trash and I still squat in the woods.  And I’m good with that.

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Unplug for just a minute or two…

Dale and I own a cabin in the woods.  It takes us exactly one hour to drive from our home to the cabin’s front door. It sits on a few acres on a remote site nestled in the blue spruce and aspens adjacent to the White River National Forest.

465821_10151095294392398_784952110_oOur cabin in the woods 

Dale’s family built it from a kit in 1971.  It’s a 2 room cabin ~ no bathroom.  It does have cold running water that is gravity flowed from a spring located up the hill from the cabin.  The cabin was originally built as a hunting cabin.  You know the kind ~ where good old boys sit around the table drinking beer and whiskey, telling stories of their latest encounters with elk, deer and bear.  The kind of cabin where girls aren’t allowed to stay with the exception of when they come to clean up the mess left by the men who occupied it previously during hunting season. Summers up at the cabin were spent fixing holes in the fence where the elk had crashed through the winter before, or cleaning up the mouse droppings those nasty little rodents had left while tap-dancing all over the counters.  It was work.  

outhouse The ComodeDid I mention there are no bathrooms at the cabin? There is a little outhouse located about 20 yards down the hill from the cabin.  It is insulated with dated pieces of gold, avocado green and blue carpet.  Its decor consists of cobwebs, spiders, bugs and mice.  It’s not an outhouse a girl would be comfortable in, but it serves the purpose.  Making a trip to the outhouse in the middle of the night is every girl’s nightmare ~ grabbing a flashlight, I usually opt to hide behind at tree instead of making the trek to the hut. I always thing about bears waiting for me to make a midnight run. Every time I open the door, cobwebs hit my face and I end up slapping myself silly.  When I sit down, I envision monsters living in the pit my bottom is hanging over.  

Over the years the cabin has seen many visitors come and go.  Everyone who visits is encouraged to sign the front door.  It has become a journal of entries describing hunting wins and losses, snowpack depths, bbqs with friends and family, snowshoe trips, snowmobiling trips, hiking trips and even a couple of girls weekend with my gal pals.  It has seen many loved ones come and go ~ there are entries on the door written by those who are not with us anymore.  There are also short stories describing how our sons introduced their future spouses to our home away from home.  There are now stories of our grandchildren’s visits.

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The door that tells stories
Over the past few years, Dale and I have redecorated it from when his folks used to take care of it.  The cabin has been passed down to us and is in our care.  We have changed the look and have made it more family friendly.   It’s been cleaned of all the junk that had attracted mice in the past.  Because we’ve kept up on it, it is more user-friendly and a lot cleaner.

It’s now fun to go up to the cabin to get away from it all.  There is a wood stove to cook on.

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Cooking on a wood stove is the best thing ever!
There is a stone fireplace built into the front porch to burn a few steaks on.  Even though there is a small black and white tv up there (for watching Bronco games years ago), it’s not used ~ at least when I’m there.  There is no cell service.  No telephone line.  No radio reception.  It’s a glorious getaway where no one can find you.

pokerfacePoker night with my peepsAnd because we remodeled the cabin to accommodate more visitors and activities, we added a new and improved bathroom system. Thank goodness for Cabela’s!  I can now sit in luxury on the front porch and admire the scenery in style!!screenshot-2016-10-13-at-9-00-44-pm 

The biggest plus about going to the cabin is the lack of cell service.  We love going to the cabin to get away from it all.  To unplug. To energize.  To decompress.  To recharge our batteries.  We want to have so much fun that we forget all about email, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.  No cell service means we get to totally escape modern conveniences for a weekend.  

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View from the front porch 

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Enjoying the fire and a glass of wine in style
A few weeks ago, my girlfriend visited me for for a few days.  She’s from Denver and we decided to spend the weekend at the cabin.  We arrived and much to my horror, found out that there is now 3 bars of 3G network at the cabin!!! What in the hell is going on?  The cabin is not longer a safe haven from all the technology that supposedly makes our lives easier.  No longer are we able to escape the world for a weekend to reap the benefits of what nature has to offer us.  Technology follows us in the form of a cell phone.  My friend was on the phone constantly ~ messaging with those on the front range, checking email, checking facebook, talking to friends.  I sat and enjoyed the fire I had built in the fireplace and sipped on a glass of wine while she basked in the glow of her cell phone.   

Why do we feel the need to be connected to the outside world?  I’m just as guilty as the next person.  I enjoy sharing my adventures and taking my friends along on a virtual vacation with me.  Why is it so hard to enjoy the moment, the beauty and the simplicity which we are lucky to experience for one weekend, without letting the complexity of our lives invade our little bubble?  

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Front porch grill getting ready for steaks
Because of the newly implemented cell service, I feel the cabin is no longer an  “off the grid” place to escape to.  Visitors now need to make a conscious effort to put down their phones and enjoy the benefits the cabin has to offer. And that’s too bad.  I’m thinking of making a new rule when visiting the cabin:

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Dusk at the cabin

ALL PHONES MUST BE PLACED ON AIRPLANE MODE

I hate rules….