Day 12: Walking With Bob

August 7, 2024: It rained during the night, but that didn't bother me at all being safe and dry in the shelter. There's always the risk that a shelter isn't as waterproof as you might expect, but the roof was solid and did its job well. Bob, I knew, was tenting it and was going to have to pack a wet tent in the morning--but hopefully he was staying dry as well.

In the morning, my ankle still hurt like crazy. I had hoped the rest during the night would have dulled the pain, but my ankle was as big and painful as ever. Ugh. It was going to be a difficult day for me. I had about nine miles into town. Fortunately, the day was expected to be relatively flat and easy otherwise, and even with only 9 miles, the distance wasn't particularly long. I'd just have to see how it goes....

I packed up my backpack and headed out. A mile or two later, I passed a guy who was working on rebuilding a fallen section of a stone wall. Finally! I had been passing stone walls the whole time--seemingly hundreds of miles of them, but had never seen even a single person building or maintaining them. I had to imagine they took a lot of time and effort to create and maintain, so it seemed weird that there was never anyone working on them. I figured it was like a paved road--if you drive around long enough, eventually you'll find sections that are being worked on a daily basis. As soon as one section is fixed, it's on to another section that needs fixing. But where were all the rock wall builders?!

I finally found him. As far as I could tell, he was the only person in all of England working on the rock walls. At least the only person I ever saw. I knew they had to exist, however, and it was nice to finally get that confirmation.

Around the bend from where he was working, the trail entered through a gate into a farm that passed by a building with a sign pointing hikers inside. I took a look and screamed at the bizarre figure that greeted me. Okay, maybe I didn't actually scream, but it was oddly disturbing.  He looked like Freddie Mercury wearing a jumpsuit.

What do you think? Freddie Mercury in a jumpsuit? =)

But, more importantly, there was a huge selection of foods and drinks for passing hikers that apparently was free for hikers. There was a donation box for anyone who wanted to donate to the cause, but there were no price lists anywhere about a "suggested" donation for each item, so it really did feel like a "help yourself to whatever you want" kind of thing, and if anyone felt like donating, they could--but it wasn't required. (I decided to leave all of the change I carried to lighten my load as well, which was maybe about 5 pounds worth but I didn't count it out.)

There were also fridges and freezers so you could get cold drinks and ice cream. There was a kettle to boil hot water for tea or coffee. There were chairs to sit down and relax, and a register to write messages in. Flipping through the register, most of the entries were just people thanking the hosts for the surprise smorgasbord of food and drink options. 

While I was inside, it started to sprinkle. That wasn't a huge surprise--the weather looked terrible and occasional bursts of sprinkles were expected in the forecast. But it was nice to be inside and out of the rain for the time being--but I'd be in it again soon enough. Then I heard thunder.

Moments later, Bob appeared around the corner and joined the party. "Bob!" I exclaimed. "How are you?!"

He sat down, and we continued our conversation from yesterday evening and wound up chatting for about an hour because we were having such a good time. He was from England, so I asked him which of the candies and foods were "classic English" options that everyone locally would be widely familiar with but that I likely wouldn't be, and he pointed out a few of the options. I don't remember the names of any of them, but I remembered the packaging and how they looked, and later, I did notice them in grocery stores all up and down the trail after that. In any case, I took one of each item he suggested that I should try.

Karolina and Bob, chatting in the farm building

A black cat wandered into the building, and he jumped up onto my lap. I started petting him, but then he clawed me and I pushed him off. No cat is allowed to sit on my lap if they're going to claw me! He rubbed against my leg trying to get my attention again, but no, I told him, you tried to claw me!

The three of us eventually realized that we needed to continue onward, and we reluctantly left the comforts of civilization behind. Bob decided to walk with us to extend the conversation. I was the one in the back of the pack, slowing everyone down due to my injured ankle. The rain--and thunder!--had stopped by the time we resumed, but we fully expected it to pick up again before reaching town. At least we had a small reprieve from it for the time being.

Bob was amazed at how much backpacking I had done. Not just being a Triple Crowner, but all the other trails I had also done and he said somewhat jokingly said that I also carried the biggest, heaviest pack he had ever seen which seemed incongruous to him.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, "I definitely don't recommend it."

My pack was ridiculously heavy, I admit it. For one, I carried a laptop--I needed to do some work online while I was out here, and I didn't know how to ship it ahead to myself on the trail like I usually did while hiking trails in the United States. I also carried three heavy guidebooks--three of them! One for each of the three trails I was planning to hike. Usually I just have one guidebook, if I carry a guidebook at all. Now I had a brick of them that amounted to nearly 900 pages of text and maps. Plus battery packs and cords. I had four different cameras as part of my job taking photos and videos for Walking 4 Fun. Plus all of the batteries and power needed to run them. 

Plus, I also carried a full-sized Rubik's Cube, because everyone deserved a little something for fun and to keep their spirits up. =)

So, yes, my pack was crazy heavy. Bob was curious to feel just how heavy it was and suggested that we switch packs for a little while.

"You sure about that?" I asked him. "You really don't know what kind of torture you're asking for!"

He was game, though, so we switched packs and he carried mine for perhaps 5 minutes.

"Good God!" he exclaimed, trying to pick it up.

"Be sure to use the waist belt," I advised him, and he soon adjusted the strap and snapped it in place.

After he got it on, I picked up his pack that probably weighed maybe 15 pounds--positively light. I joked that I was afraid it had fallen off my back because I couldn't feel it anymore.

Bob carried my pack for about 5 minutes--perhaps his worst and biggest challenge of the entire Pennine Way! ;o)

After about five minutes, he was ready to switch packs again. I encouraged him to keep going with my pack. "You're strong! You can do it! Don't give up so easily! Girls might think you're a wuss!"

He could tell what I was doing, though, and assured me that he was not going to carry my pack any further. Oh, well... it was fun while it lasted. For me, at least. =)

But the whole experience just made him think I was even crazier than he thought before, I'm sure. 

We really enjoyed Bob's company, and he seemed to enjoy ours, but he said that he needed to go faster. He had a schedule to keep to, and he needed to get into town long enough to charge his devices. If he kept walking as slow as he was, he wouldn't have enough time to charge them. For him, the town was just a brief stop before pushing onward.

An idea popped into my head. I had planned to take a zero day tomorrow. Once we reached town, we'd be there the rest of the day and night--plus the entire day tomorrow.

"Would you like to charge your devices from my battery packs?" He could suck them all completely dry for all it mattered to me. Once we got into town, I would have two days to recharge them.

An added perk, for me, at least, is that Bob would carry one of my battery packs into town for me. =) It barely made a dent in my overall pack weight, but I was perfectly happy offloading whatever I could!

He liked this idea, so I pulled out my battery packs and he started charging his devices. He even started charging his own battery pack. "You're sure this isn't a problem?" he asked, a bit concerned that I would need some of the electricity. "Nope, all of my devices were already freshly charged this morning. I shouldn't need anything from the battery packs the rest of the way into town. Suck them dry!"

So we all walked the rest of the way into Middleton-in-Teesdale together. The rain, I'm happy to report, actually managed to hold off. At least nothing that really required an umbrella.

I couldn't check into my room at the Forrester's Bar and Restaurant until 3:00pm, so I had some time to kill. The three of us decided to grab some lunch at a cafe. I ordered a ham and cheese panini with a Pepsi and a square of carrot cake. "I only got the carrot cake because there was an actual carrot made of frosting on the top," I explained. "That's what makes it a real carrot cake."

It was delicious. The panini just melted in my mouth. Yum, yum......

After finishing, we offered to watch Bob's stuff while he went grocery shopping next door at the Co-op. We still had time to kill before check-in time at the hotel anyhow.

After he returned and repacked his backpack, it was time for him to go. It was also nearing 3:00pm, so he walked us to the hotel where we finally said our goodbyes and split up.

Middleton-in-Teesdale would be our destination for the day

I checked into my room, which was quite nice. For dinner, I walked out and picked up a pizza at a nearby pizza joint. Karolina went into the Co-op to buy something alcoholic, but came out empty-handed because they wouldn't let her buy it without ID, which--unfortunately for her--she had left back at her hotel room. "Nobody ever cards me anymore!" she exclaimed, surprised, but seemingly happy that he thought she might be too young to buy alcohol.

So she sent me into the market to buy the alcohol for her, which seemed like a seedy thing to be doing, but I knew darned well she was old enough to drink alcohol. She described precisely which cider she wanted, and I headed inside to purchase it.

Then I headed back to the hotel to feast on the pizza and relax the rest of the evening.  I got on my laptop to catch up with work stuff.

And thus ended another day on the trail.....

The town had all sorts of wonderful yarnbombing creations, but I'll save most of those photos for the next blog entry. ;o)

My ankle wasn't looking too good.... Good thing I was planning a zero day tomorrow so it would have an entire day to rest! =)

From this angle, you can see the swelling a lot better. It practically looks like there's a golf ball under my skin!

Day 11: Invasion of the Slugs!

August 6, 2024: I woke up to an invasion of slugs! So many slugs everywhere! Big ones, small ones and every size in between. Karolina made the mistake of leaving a few strawberries outside in the open, and several of them had crawled into the basket and were feasting like kings. "I don't think I'll finish those strawberries," she wisely commented.

I was never more glad to have been sleeping in a tent rather than under my tarp like I usually do. I've had these sorts of slug invasions while under a tarp, and it's horrible. They leave slime trails all over everything, and I've rolled over in the night squishing them and making a mess. At least inside of a tent, I had real protection against the onslaught--even if there were lots of slime trails over the exterior of the tent. It was still better than under a tarp!

It had rained hard during the night, which I assume played no small part in the slug invasion, but by morning, the weather was clear, sunny and really quite beautiful. The main problem was just all those slugs....

A couple of miles later, I detoured off trail due to a sign pointing to Kisdon Force. I had already learned that the local word for waterfall was actually "force," so the sign was pointing to a waterfall, and I wanted to check it out, and what a fine waterfall it was!

The trail descended down to a decent-sized river which is what created the waterfall, and a small trail followed alongside of it further downstream to a second waterfall, but after checking out the ground, I decided not to follow it. It was too wet and slippery and falling here could be seriously bad for my health. If the ground wasn't so slick with mud, however, I would have scrambled down for a better view. As it was, someone had installed a rope to help get up and down the slope so even on a good day, it could be something of a challenge. As wet as the ground was, however, I didn't want to risk it.

Kisdon Force

But I admired the first waterfall a bit before returning to the trail and continuing onward, this time reaching the outskirts of the small town of Keld. I decided not to go into Keld--the town center was actually off the trail and therefore out of the way--but it stuck in my mind because this was where the Coast-to-Coast Trail passed from west to east that I planned to hike in a few more weeks. I wanted to remember the area and check it out in case something I learned from it would later be useful when I trekked through the area again in a few weeks. 

The two trails overlapped for maybe 5 minutes, just long enough to cross a river over a bridge before splitting up again. Karolina was hiking behind me at this point, and while waiting at the junction for her to catch up and make sure she didn't miss the turn, a group of three people approached trying to figure out which direction the Coast-to-Coast Trail was. It was a father with two of his grown daughters, and the daughters seemed a bit annoyed about their dad not knowing the way.

"He walked this trail from end-to-end just a few weeks ago!" they explained me. "He should know which way the trail goes!" The father looked a little sheepish about his not remembering this particular intersection. We chatted for a couple of minutes before they continued onward.

When Karolina finally arrived, we stopped by the creek to check out another waterfall, East Gill Force. It was a scenic area, and even included a relatively flat open space that I could potentially camp in. It was a little close to town, but if I set up camp late in the evening and left early in the morning, it might be doable. Not on this trip, mind you. It was still early in the morning and we'd only hiked a couple of miles so far today. No, not tonight, but maybe this would be a good place to camp in a few weeks when I passed through again while hiking the Coast-to-Coast Trail.

East Gill Force

Anyhow, after admiring the falls and taking photos, I returned to the trail and continued hiking, veering off to the left while the Coast-to-Coast Trail veered off to the right. I was a little envious of the trail leading to the right. It looked flatter and easier than the one I was currently doing.

The trail climbed steadily for miles, eventually reaching a high point where Tan Hill Inn was located, the self-proclaimed highest pub in the UK. It might very well be the highest pub in the UK, but at only 1,732 feet (528 m) above sea level, I wasn't particularly impressed. It's not exactly nose-bleed kind of elevations.

I was happy, however, to stop and rest my weary feet for a bit. Originally, I took a table outside since the weather was so nice, but the windchill turned out to be bitterly cold once I  stopped hiking and almost immediately I decided to move to a table indoors.

Karolina ordered a local beer. I ordered a Pepsi and nachos. 

Time to eat my nachos and drink my Pepsi at the Tan Hill Inn!

The nachos weren't particularly good. They looked like (and tasted like) something out of a meal kit that was thrown into a microwave. Maybe they were? In any case, I can't say that I would recommend the nachos to anyone unless you were truly starving! The place was hopping with business, though. The parking lot was filled with vehicles and nearly every table was full.

But it was otherwise a nice place to visit. We used the toilets, then continued on our way along the trail.

The trail descended through a particularly boggy area that left my feet drenched. The guidebook mentioned a shelter several miles beyond the pub, and I decided to shoot for that for the night. I had no idea what sort of condition the shelter was in, but it would be nice to have the extra space to stand up and walk around and not set up a tent. Plus, this was the first (and as far as I knew, the only) shelter of the trail. I ought to at least check it out!

Late in the day, I took a bad step which twisted my ankle and I collapsed into a ditch in the ground. I cussed loudly and angrily, my ankle throbbing with pain. The area where I fell was annoyingly flat and easy too. Why I fell there of all places baffled me. Even worse, it was the same ankle I had sprained on day 2, which probably enhanced the pain this time around. It hurt. Badly hurt.

There wasn't really anything I could do about the ankle, though, so I sucked it up and continued hobbling along--considerably slower than before, however.

Fortunately, I was only about 40 minutes away from the shelter by this time so I didn't have to hobble too far on it. Not today, at least.

The shelter was a small part of a much larger building. The door for the shelter had a sign saying it was the shelter and was unlocked, but the rest of the building had no signage and was locked up tight. I still have no idea what was in the rest of the building. A short fence surrounded the building and Karolina wasn't sure if we were allowed to go in it. There weren't any signs saying we couldn't, however, and since it was even labeled as a shelter, I stepped over the fence to check it out anyhow. I figured the fence was just to keep the sheep away from the building or something. The wire fence was maybe 3 feet tall and clearly not designed to keep people out as it was pretty easy to swing a leg over and step over it.

Me looking out the door of the shelter

I had imagined a shelter like an AT-style shelter, with three walls and a roof, but this was a fully-enclosed room complete with a door to protect against the elements. I opened one of the windows to let a little light in, and the room had a concrete floor, lots of chairs, and hiker graffiti littered the walls. It'll do, I thought.

I sat down in a chair to get off my badly-swollen ankle, and almost immediately we saw another person approaching the shelter. From a distance, it looked like he was carrying a cookset but nothing else. If it was a hiker, I would have expected him to carry a backpack or something. Where did he come from? 

Karolina was sure we were breaking some sort of rules by being in the shelter and thought maybe he was going to kick us out or fine us or something. While I was pretty sure that wasn't the case, it did seem oddly suspicious that this guy showed up just as we arrived from the middle of nowhere carrying what appeared to be a cookset and some water. I told Karolina that if it was some sort of authority figure upset about us being in the shelter, we'd blame my ankle for spending the night here. "Sorry, officer! I wanted to go further, but my ankle! I couldn't do it!"

The shelter was just one end of this much larger building. (The white mark on the building is the sign reading "Shelter" with an arrow pointing around the side.) I never did figure out what the rest of the building was being used for. I opened the shutters on the left side of the building to let light into the shelter after this photo was taken. The other shutters weren't part of the shelter and I left those alone.

 

I didn't really expect it would come to that, but I think it made Karolina feel better about having a plan for the unexpected visitor. And as swollen as my ankle was, it was totally a credible story--even if the shelter had been our planned destination from the very beginning.

Anyhow, the lone figure eventually reached us, and he introduced himself as Bob, and he too was thru-hiking the Pennine Way. He told us that he had set up camp nearby and saw us hike by and enter the shelter, and he wanted to check out the shelter. He hadn't realized that there was a shelter and was mad at himself for setting up camp before reaching it and checking it out.

So that's where the rest of his gear was--back at his nearby campsite. The campsite must have been hidden well, however, because we hadn't noticed it and no idea he was around until he started walking toward the shelter--which he only did because he saw us go inside of it.

So he sat down and chatted with us for quite a bit. We learned that he had thru-hiked the long-distance trail through New Zealand (the Te Aurora) and had already made plans to hike the GR20 in the near future. When he found out that I had already done the GR20, he asked me all about that and how dangerous it really was. (It's strenuous, but not really that big of deal.)

While chatting, one of the brightest, most gorgeous rainbows I've ever seen appeared on the horizon. It was actually a triple rainbow in areas. The second rainbow was nowhere near as bright as the main one, as is usually the case, the third one was barely even visible, but definitely there. We ooed and awwed as the rainbow increased in brightness then eventually faded. 

Rainbows never turn out well in photos, but this one was so bright, it actually showed up pretty well! Still not nearly as bright as it looked live with your own two eyes, but not bad for a photo!

Bob said he was tempted to break down camp and move to the shelter, and we encouraged him to do so since we were enjoying his company, but in the end, he decided to just camp where he was. It was easier for him than breaking down camp just to move it a few hundred feet to the shelter.

He also told us about the food he ordered at the Tan Hill Inn. "It was terrible," he told us. 

I couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like the nachos I ordered there!" 

We all agreed that maybe we just shouldn't order food at all from there in the future.

Near sunset, he returned to his campsite. After he left, I turned to Karolina and told her, "You know who he reminds me of? At least in terms of looks?" I asked her.

The rainbow wasn't just bright, but it was also complete from end to end!

"Who?"

"Bob Ross. I think he looks like a young Bob Ross." =)

"Yeah, I guess I can see that."

I rolled out a groundsheet to sleep on. I didn't much care for the concrete floor (I would have much preferred a wooden one like the AT shelters had), but I'd survive and used my pack to help pad the hard, rough surface.

And thus ended another day on the trail.....

Bathtub spring =)

The Coast-to-Coast Trail led across the opposite side of this valley.

It's official! I got my first sneak peek at the Coast-to-Coast Trail that I planned to hike in another couple of weeks. I'll be back!

Tan Hill Inn, the highest pub in the UK

Day 10: The Making of Wensleydale Cheese

August 5, 2024: Originally, I considered taking a zero day today and sightseeing around the town of Hawes since, as it turned out, there were some interesting things in the area. But I decided not to take a zero day, after seeing the weather forecast included an all-day rainstorm a few days away and figured it would be nicer to use that as a zero day.

However... there was one particular thing in town that I definitely wanted to do before leaving: the Cheese Making Experience. The factory where the world-famous Wensleydale cheese is made was just a five or ten minute walk away, and they give factory tours. I wanted to take that tour!

The highlight for the day was a visit to the Wensleydale Creamery--which, I might add, the Pennine Way went right around the back side during the walk into town yesterday. =)

Woke up bright and early for breakfast at 8:00am. Breakfast was included with the hotel stay, but you actually had to order it and select a time (within an hour or two window period) to have it, and 8:00am was the earliest time I could schedule.

After breakfast, I picked up a few groceries nearby at a Spar grocery store waiting until the cheese factory opened for the day.

The gift shop opened first, so I looked around there and bought a few items. I was most happy having bought a cheap pair of lightweight socks I could use in camp. I had forgotten to bring the fleece socks (that I sewed myself, no less!) that I usually used in camp, and my hiking socks were much too dirty and rough for camp, so it had been somewhat annoying to be in camp without any camp socks. I was finally happy to get some camp socks--yellow with lots of bright, fluffy white sheep on them. =)

Wallace and Gromit and Shaun the Sheep were featured attractions on seemingly everything in the store, but it really was Wallace and Gromit that saved Wensleydale cheese. They had made cheese out here for centuries, but were on the verge of bankruptcy when Wensleydale cheese appeared as the favorite cheese of Wallace turning the factory's fortunes around overnight. The writer who created that segment had later said that he had no idea that they were a struggling company or worked with the company in any way--he just liked the way the word "Wensleydale" sounded. Anyhow, the little blurb changed the course of this little town's history....

I can't imagine how much time it required to knit these larger-than-life creations of Wallace and Gromit!

 

But that's also the reason so much of the merchandise in the gift shop had Wallace and Gromit elements in it, but I have to admit, I wasn't entirely sure of the connection to Shaun the Sheep except that there was some sort of crossover between the two characters?

Then I headed over to the line that started forming for the factory tour. There were only about 5 people ahead of me, but no sense getting too far back in the line if I didn't have to! Finally, the doors opened and when I reached the front of the line, I paid the admission price before walking through a short hallway filled with cheese memorabilia, the history of cheese, the history of the area and into a demonstration room. After everyone had piled in, a cheese-making demonstration began.

 

I have to admit, I was a little disappointed it wasn't more hands-on. The presenter did a good job explaining how the cheese was made as he molded and formed a lump at the front of the room, but it would have been more fun if we were given the materials to make our own block of cheese and get our hands dirty. Which, admittedly, would have been a lot more work for them, but I definitely wanted to get my hands dirty! =)

The factory floor, as one of the employees processes a batch of cheese

After that was over, we were herded into another building which was where the actual factory floor was located, and we could watch through the windows as the employees processed an enormous batch of cheese. There was also an area for kids to play, a tasting area to try a bunch of the cheeses they made there (and were happy to sell, of course) and some amazing yarn creations of Wallace and Gromit (and friends).

Eventually, the tour was over, and I returned to the hotel to pick up my backpack. I had checked out of the hotel already since I didn't think we'd be finished with the cheese tour before checkout time, but they allowed us to leave our bags back at the hotel for a few hours to pick up after the tour which is what I did.

This guy appeared to be taking samples of the cheese from the conveyor belt, probably for quality control tests.

 

Then we hoofed it out of town. We hadn't even made it a mile before Karolina reported feeling a hot spot on her foot and stopped to discover a blister and she had to take care of it before continuing onward.

In the town of Hardraw, we decided to walk maybe a half-mile off trail to visit Hardraw Force, an impressive waterfall where a scene from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves was filmed. I hadn't seen that film since it was released in the early 1990s and remembered very little of it--certainly nothing about a waterfall--but I'm always a big fan of waterfalls and would have checked it out anyhow.

I was surprised when I discovered that there was an entrance fee for access to the waterfall. What?! Why did my guidebook not mention this fact? I was tempted to turn around right then in protest but the fee was fairly modest (4 pounds per person) and we'd already walked this far off trail to see the waterfall, so we paid the fee and kept going.

We did, however, ask if we could leave our backpacks at the entrance station there, which they allowed and therefore could walk the rest of the way to the waterfall unencumbered. =)  

There's not much to say about the waterfall. It was nice and scenic. Seeing it didn't ring any bells for me from the Robin Hood movie. There was a young woman sitting near the waterfall who appeared to be wearing a wetsuit under some clothes, as if she was waiting to jump into the water (which was strictly prohibited, I might add). But I never actually saw her swimming in the water and she was completely dry, but it was a little odd to see.

Hardraw Force ("Force" is just their name for "waterfall"). Watch the clip of the waterfall from the Robin Hood movie on YouTube where Kevin Costner (or at least a double) skinny dips in the pool below the waterfall. (Maybe swimming was allowed when it was filmed--but definitely not today!)

 

After taking the necessary photos, we returned to the entrance station where we picked up our packs. Karolina used the opportunity to make use of the toilets before we left and returned back to the trail.

From there, the trail climbed for seemingly forever to Great Shunner Fell, but the climb was relatively slow and steady. Much of it was in the fog obscuring the views and the wind was fierce and cold.

Then the trail descended into the small town of Thwaite, which appeared to be entirely closed by the time I passed by. I had considered stopping somewhere in town for a quick dinner or snack but didn't see any place that was open and just pushed onward.

 

Not much appeared to be happening in this town!

Signs around the town warned people not to camp in the fields, which was a huge pity because the fields were quite nice with luscious green grass on flat and level ground. I was a little annoyed as well because we were tired and rain looked imminent. I wanted to set up camp before any rain started!

The worst-case scenario was that we'd have to hike another couple of miles to the small town of Keld where I knew there was a campground, but neither of us felt like walking that much further. Fortunately, we didn't have to. Just outside of town, we got lucky and found a small open spot hidden behind a stone wall and sheep pen with just enough space to set up camp. It was horribly sloped and definitely less than ideal, but it was here, so I decided to stop right then and there.

Just as I finished setting up camp, it started sprinkling. We finished in the nick of time! Whew! What a long day.....

I bet someone could buy a beer with all the coins embedded into this log!

We weren't hippies, but given our dirty and smelly clothes, this would probably apply to us as well. =)

Another view of Hardraw Force