When One Hikes
December 20th, 1983 - Around 09.00 am I’m about to lose it. These rich losers are some of the worst people I’ve taken on this trip. All they talk about is how they’ve hiked up Everest or through the Amazon. I wish I could’ve told them off but they paid up front. They paid extra. I would’ve loved to pass this up but not with how the winters have been. It’s gotten too cold for regular fires. It feels as if my family has to build bonfires anytime we want to get close to warm. All the animals went into hibernation and hid their slumbering caves well. It’s lucky that chopping trees is another form of workout. It ends up helping to keep us warm even under all the layers we wear. Whatever. Didn’t matter right now. I wanna get this over with to go home. I haven’t spoken to any of the people but I guess I should just make note of who’s here. Paulie’s told me I should do that in case something happens but nothing’s happened on any of these hikes befo...