Meanwhile, back at the camp:
From my years as summer camp staff I knew we needed to have a skit at campfire, so I morphed into the camp fairy and dubbed my mates with their hiking names. I was, of course, Lifesastitch. C was Chuckwagon for his catering duties. Lynn was Bunny Hop because, for a woman of nearly 60, she hops like a bunny on the trail whenever we hike. Dave was Achey Breaky for his audible groans and Jeff, his son, was Pass-a-Pole. Point of advice #4 - alway take a considerate much younger man on your hike to help out in difficult times. On particularly steep points Jeff would offer one hand to take one of my poles (hence, pass a pole) and the other to give me a boost. There is a double entendre here, as I was most often the last in our line of hikers and of Polish decent, so to speak.