Ahhh, we finished our climb and are back at my car at the trailhead after a long hike out. We're both sweaty, thirsty, and starving.
I started rummaging in my glove box in search of last summer’s Clif bar.
My climb partner strolled over to the small creek next to the trailhead and retrieved an icy cold adult malted beverage she stashed there 3 days back when we arrived. After she cracked her beer, she wiped off the trail grime with a few unscented baby wipes she brought in a ziplock bag. Then, she grabbed a bag of chips and dove in, inhaling the calories and salt that are so well earned after a big climb. Finally, she changed into a fresh T-shirt, shorts and comfy sandals for the long drive home, and topped it off with some canned coffee to stay alert while driving.
She glanced over at me with a smirk. “So", she said, "how’s that Clif bar?”