I went on a Sierra club hike a few days ago. Being a cronic dawdler who likes to look at flowers, shiny lizards that wind up having rattles <img src="images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> and also the slower walking female hikers <img src="images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> , I fell hopelessly behind. I wasn't sure which trail they took.So, I'm trying to remember the STOP acronym along with the poem of taking the trail less travelled. It got dark, so I rigged a basic shelter and violated several Fire Marshal postings brewing tea on my ESBIT. Eventually, the ladies returned down the trail, exasperated with hard hiking MEN, wondering how A guy with 36" inseams like me could be so sensible <img src="images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />. It was a valueable lesson, establishing a semi permanent camp that instilled security in those ladies while somebody made rustling sounds in the chapparel <img src="images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />.