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>on a 5 dayer in the back country
> a group of 4 guys and me, all pretty cool
> like I said all pretty cool but one is kinda a weirdo, was asking all these philosophical pseudo intellectual BS questions
>also an ultralighter
>we're talking ULTRA fucking light. Dude claims he has went on 20+ mile hikes with nothing but a few packs of crackers and some bottled water in a book bag
>we're doing some heavy duty backpacking here, it's with the uni so there's safety, etc. We each have to have a shit ton of water, carry a portion of the food, etc
>50 pound packs through some rugged ass terrain
>all he brought was blue jeans and a rainjacket plus some light snacks, while we're all pretty kitted out
>needless to say he doesn't fucking like it
> Wanderer (that's the trail name we gave him, you'll see why) reaches the end of his second day of hiking and we've been having trouble keeping him in line
>surprisingly he's holding up rather well, you can tell he's in some pain, dude didn't even take trekking poles (too much weight bro) but he's trucking along
>he's been stealth-bitching the whole trip, wanting less weight, less stops, more miles. He won't follow the trail, if we're on a switchback, he just throws his shit down the fucking side and walks straight down
>wants to do shit his way
>plop down for the night and make camp, sun is still out but we're beat
>he says he's gonna take a quick shit
>2hourslater.jpg
>WHERE THE FUCK IS WANDERER
>we're panicking, yelling his name, blowing whistles
>no answer
>he didn't take any food, water, or warm clothing
>me and one of the other guys decides to go after him
>it's pitch black, cold, and miserable
>immediately starts pissing rain
>we walk 5 miles screaming his name and blowing whistles
>NO FUCKING ANSWER
>all hope is lost. Wanderer must be dead
>we reach an area where the trail meets a horse camp
>there's a bunch of drunk ass dudes with RVs and horses grilling out and partying
>ask to warm up, maybe get a ride
>when suddenly
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