Ode to Talcum

I've just finished showering the dirt and grit and sweat and talcum powder off my body, accumulated from hiking twenty plus miles-- the exact distance is still being computed; our intrepid gang of ten dads hauled our asses through through Montclair, Glenridge, Verona, West Orange, Eagle Rock Reservation, Mills Reservation, Montclair State Campus and a bunch of places I can't remember, on an urban/suburban/dirt trail adventure, we walked from 9 AM to 6:00 PM-- and I walked over a mile to the train station at 7:00 AM; we saw a fox and Yogi Berra's mansion and the top of Eagle Rock and Thomas Edison's lab; in the middle of the day, we got soaked in the downpour, but we finally made it back to Montclair, had a delicious meal at Le Salbuen, took an Uber home, and-- because of an emergency baby powder purchase mid-hike and very liberal application of said powder, in many public locales-- including along busy roads-- I am happy to report that there was no chafing.
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3 comments:

  1. zmanJune 17, 2017 at 9:42 PM

    I too got caught in the downpour in the middle of a tennis match. Lots of soggy dads and kids in baseball uniforms on my way home.

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  2. robJune 17, 2017 at 11:34 PM

    were hallucinogenic mushrooms in any way involved in this trek?

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  3. DaveJune 18, 2017 at 12:14 PM

    no, just a bunch of dads walking 20 plus miles in the rain, looking at architecture, historical sites, and trees. we did have a few beers at the end though.

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