How to Survive Your Spouse’s HighSchool Reunion or “I’m Ready For My Close-Up, Mr. DeMille”

Hey!  Let’s go on a book tour…and add relatives, and people we haven’t seen or kept track of in years and years. Won’t that be fun?


First Stop:  A Texas High School Reunion. (Go Eagles!!)restricted-in-dallas-2015

Now, I’m sure many of you have attended your mate’s/partner’s/good friend’s soirees in which you didn’t know a soul besides the bartender, and that was only because you stood, yakking at the bar all evening and tipped him for listening.

So follow these dandy tips to really enjoy this type of shindig.

  1. DON’T WORRY ABOUT A THING. Everybody has been crammed through the AGE Machine. They’ve been cleverly disguised in layers of lasagna, worry, and hair dyes.  Participants aren’t sure who’s the alum  and who’s the spouse.  Hide your name tag, and tell yourself, you can be anybody you want to be.  Try out a few alternate personalities.


    Ha.Ha.Ha. No…this wasn’t one of the personalities I chose, but I rarely get to use this photo, and it’s Christmas…so here it is.

2) HAVE A PLAN. My plan was to talk to anyone sitting alone and photo-bomb as many pictures as I could. Two photographers had been hired to mill through the crowd getting as many “casual” photos as possible of the alums. So using the advice of Rule #1, I tried out my Kim Kardashian personality and stuck my head into every group photo I was close to. Often I dragged whoever I was talking to into the photo also.  (Remember in high school only the cool kids made it into  casual pics throughout the yearbook?)  HA.HA. Well me and my “I-only-had-one-picture-in-the-yearbook” new-friends made it into many photos this time. (I snagged 10 all by myself and I’m sure  the Reunion Planners are saying to themselves right now, “Who in the heck is this? Was that Betty Lukas? “No, I think it was Krissy Bell.”)

3) DON’T FOLLOW ALL THE RULES.  Oh, good grief, you didn’t follow the rules in high school, so why are you acting like an old fart and doing what you’re told now?  Remember, you can legally drink now (but your liver may tell you otherwise). But wait a minute….maybe you were one of those kids who DID follow the rules?  Well, remember RULE #1: You can be anyone you want to be.  So let loose a little.  Ask somebody you don’t know to dance.  Start a card game in the corner.  Talk someone into doing karaoke with you.

4) HAVE OTHER PLANS BESIDES JUST THE REUNION.   Seeing people you haven’t kept up with or even exchanged a Christmas card with is fun for a little while, but don’t make it the center point of your excursion.  Dallas Cowboy’s reunion was a hoot, but if it had turned out to be a flop we still had these exquisite adventures to bookmark our memories.


Dallas Cowboy Fan and I visited the concrete wonder that is Dallas.  Most of the time we found ourselves parked on the LBJ Freeway amazed at the modern art called, Our Interstate Highway System, and we learned the interesting hand signals Texans use to communicate with each other.

Dallas Cowboy Fan affectionately named our little rental, Gutless. It had the pick-up-and-go of a wisk broom and was quite a joy because it often earned us a few hand signals.

The little Kia Rio made it into EAST Texas and every Sonic Drive-In along the highway.


So…it’s true.  You can have great memories of a high school reunion, or any party where you don’t know anyone.

Just remember…for the upcoming year…

You can be anyone you want to be!

Bless Sonic Drive in. In a tiny Texas town they, let me be a carhop for a while.  Unfortuantely, I didn't get to wear one of those ka-ching money changers.

Bless Sonic Drive in. In a tiny Texas town they, let me be a carhop for a while. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to wear one of those ka-ching money changers.

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My Arm Isn’t Long Enough to Get Cell Phone Service

Yeah, let’s just pretend this is me and I’ve got legs like that. (Photo by Amos Bar-Zeev-Unsplash))

We’ve been traveling for the last 30 days.

Two rental cars, 3500 miles, and eight states later, we’re back home, and I’ve got stories of bumfuzzled bathrooms, bad hotels, and bawdy folks we met on the road.

So for the next few months…you’ll be on the blog road with me, looking at how we’re all weird,  wonderful, and different and yet the same in the strangest ways.

It accidentally turned out that some of our traveling buddies were Australians.  We’d run into them in the strangest places. It seems that their summer was just beginning and they joyfully chose to spend it in the largest and smallest towns you can imagine in the U.S.  It was quite a hoot exchanging cooking techniques for grits, okra, and kangaroo.

But first…let’s talk about cell phone service.

You Need To Know This If You’re Traveling Soon

I don’t care how many color-spotted maps flash across your TV screen, let me tell you, there are LOTS of places in the U.S. which show NO SERVICE or limp around with one puny bar.  Many, many times on the trip, I scanned the countryside like Custer checking for silhouettes on the horizon.

“STOP!!!” I’d scream at Dallas Cowboy Fan, if I saw a tower and a signal bar appear for a brief moment as we topped a hill.I’d stand outside the car, which Dallas Cowboy Fan nicknamed “Gutless” and wave my phone over my head. If I was lucky, I could call a motel. If I wasn’t lucky, we’d find ourselves at the local Burro Inn for the night.

Sometimes I couldn’t spot a cell tower anywhere.  But then I discovered why.  There’s a new trend to hide those ugly ol’ towers. I only looked for towers that appeared as poles with panels on the top. If they appeared like any of the ones below, I missed them (and so did my phone).

Photo via J.Drew on Reddit

Tucson Tower (Photo via J.Drew on Reddit

Photograph by Aggie Phil at

College Station, TX (Photograph by Aggie Phil at

Epiphany Lutheran Church, Lake Worth FL (Photo by It1224-Wiki)

Epiphany Lutheran Church, Lake Worth FL (Photo by It1224-Wiki)

Photograph by Robert Voit (Amazing Planet)

I’m not sure where this is, but it isn’t fooling anybody. (Photograph by Robert Voit (Amazing Planet)

So if you see me beside the road waving my phone at

  • a palm tree
  • a billboard for a buffalo ranch
  • a pile of rocks

Just know that I’m not completely crazy. I’m trying to beat all the Australians to a hotel reservation for the night.

More next month on our adventures with Gutless

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Put on Your Flying Pants

For a change…(You know how I like to discuss change)…instead of  ramping up this month with darkness, black cats and all things creepy.

I thought I’d hold up one example of the beauty of our nights.

Of course, you’ll have to put on your flying pants…but NASA has made that easy.

Sit back, watch, and when things get dark in my life, I try to remember it’s all a matter of perspective.

Look for:  Green-Northern Lights

Thank You NASA

Music: ‘Freedom Fighters’ by Two Steps from Hell

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Frankly My Dear….Put on Your Bloomers and Get to Work

Stuff you can live without, but might buy anyway. (Photo by Sebastian Dooris)Speaking of change…(which I do often),  a couple times a month I work at an adventure clothing store. Mostly I chitter-chat,  and listen to others’ tales.  It’s a writer’s haven for character studies.

But every now and then, there are days that I’d rather be in the sunshine than caged in a store. In other words. I don’t want to work that day. Last Tuesday  as I trudged and groused to work, I passed a poster of Rosie the Riveter and blamed her. After all, it was the stalwart women of WWII  who changed the workforce of America.


What??? This is like discovering the earth isn’t flat, or objects aren’t made out of particles. (They’re made out of wave packets).

Frances Clayton fought as Frances Clalin (Library of Congress)

Well…it turns out … it was the women of the Civil War who were the first adapters of getting off the ol’ plantation and into the workforce. Because both North and the South thought the skirmish would end quickly, men signed up in droves. If they didn’t, young ladies in Texas handed out hoopskirts and bonnets to men who didn’t enlist.

And women did their duty, too.  It’s estimated that around 400 women disguised themselves and signed up to fight. Some enlisted so they could stay with their husbands. Others worked as spies and nurses.

That left the rest of the women  to keep the farm/plantation and home fires running.


Arlington by Mike Boswell

Arlington by Mike Boswell

Homes were shelled. Farms and foods were taken over by the military. Over 200,000 women and children were forced to move as the Union worked their way south. The early Rah-Rah-Rah of patriotism stuttered to a halt. Attitudes CHANGED! Many Southern women now felt the war was a betrayal by the men who’d left them.

Eventually, these gals did what  steel magnolia do…went to work. Goodbye hoopskirts and fancy hair. (Because there were no slaves to yank corsets tight and pin up tresses.)

Hello …

  • Wearing Bloomers
  • Wearing Shorter hair
  • Doing Field work (plowing, planting, milking, cooking)
  • Running what was left of the company business (if there was one) (Go get ‘em Scarlett!)
  • Working in Government clerical jobs.
  • Doing piecework for the Confederate Clothing Bureau (Shirts $1 each, Coats $4)
  • Packing cartridges at the arsenal ($1 a day)

And their misery didn’t end with Robert E. Lee’s surrender. A quarter of the men had been killed, a quarter had been wounded and broken.


Now cultural pressures urged Southern women to do their duty by marrying veterans, especially a man who had a missing arm or amputated leg.

North or South, many women found they must now work. Their way of life in which someone took care of them was broken.



And if you don’t have the chicken fried and the ironin’ done by the time I get home from work, Rhett, I’m breaking every bottle of your boot-legged beer.

So next time you’re grousing about work, thank the fictional Scarlett O’Hara for putting on  her big-girl bloomers and doing what needed to be done.

(That’s what women have been doing for centuries.)

Resources: America’s Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines by Gail Collins.

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Ending the Summer with Weird

Here’s another thing you’ll have to explain to me…

By Sergey Zolkin

By Sergey Zolkin

Hair has become the new art medium. I understood why Tom Hanks used his hair to weave a rope in The Castaway , but why….

Are people using their hair to weave hats and coats? Knitters? Weavers? Help me out here.

As much as I hate sending you somewhere else to look at this weirdness … there’s too many pictures of it.

Take a peek then please stagger back here because I really want to know….

How would you feel about wearing a human hair vest?  

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A Tube of Tea, please?

I don’t get it.

You’re going to have to explain it to me. Sure, sure, when it comes to a hot day on the beach nothing’s better than a cooler of drinks. You’ll find me head down, bottom up, clawing through layers of chipped ice, looking for a soda.  I used to drink beer, but it just gives me a headache and flabby gut now.

Sometimes I run into bottles of home-brewed root beer  or sparkling peachy ciders. Heavenly Hoopla. Pop the top on that! ! It doesn’t take a huge effort to make home-sodas. You can start a batch of ginger ale tonight and be drinking it by tomorrow evening.

But what in the name of summer holiness is canned tea?  Why would anyone want to can the stuff?

Every time I run across a 99 cent, 23=ounce tube of canned  tea, I scratch my head. For 99 pennies,  I can brew up enough tea juice to satisfy a work gang. It’s not rocket science.

See the great explanation of this stuff at:

I understand you may have to pay more for novelty gunk thrown into tea like: those chewy boba tapioca balls in bubble  tea (which have NO flavor or nutritional value whatsoever).  But that’s still only tea, sugar, cream, and tapioca bobas.  No mystery there—just chewy lumps in your sugared drink.

Dallas Cowboy Fan and I recently went into an artisan tea shop located in a caboose which was curiously parked no where near a train. The lower walls of the train car were stuffed with clear quart jars of “tea debris.” We dutifully smelled and sniffed sticks, leaves, and berries. Then we climbed ladders to sit 6 feet up in tiny booths to enjoy our cups which were 8 oz, $5 each, (which was a bit unnerving, but I think the the zen music was supposed to even out my tea confusion.)

And yet, I’m still befuddled about canned tea. For example, the Arizona tea company reported a billion bucks in sales last year for their fructose/water/tea mixture.

A couple of years ago, the uber-secret recipe was for Coca Cola was published by This American Life who’d found it  inadvertently displayed in a graphic accompanying an old ad. Coke denies it. They still maintain the “current” recipe is in the vault and only 2 executives know the formula and those two people can never travel together.

You can look at the recipe here. It’s rather tedious. I’d just buy a can instead of going through all the work to denature cocoa leaves.

So just for you, dear readers, and for the sake of cookery journalism, I’m going to reveal the ULTRA-X secret recipe of MeeMaw’s Summer Tea

  • Throw  5-8 bags of tea in a gallon jug of water.
  • Screw the lid on so the bugs, wasps,  and muddobbers don’t take a dip.
  • Set in sunshine 3-5 hours (depends on how hot it is. Go by the color).
  • Sweeten to taste.

Sorry canned tea companies if I put you out of business. It’s just that some changes (like canned tea) will have to be explained to me.

‘Fess up!! How many of you are tubed-tea-drinkers?

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A Man’s Candy Bar

In addition to graduations and strange U.S. national holidays: National Bubba Day (June 2nd), National Moonshine Day (June 5th), and National Paul Bunyon Day (June 28th), the month of June hosts Father’s Day(always the third Sunday in June).

So, I decided to get Dallas Cowboy Fan and Scout some sweet snacks, but it has to be manly candy. The stuff they can stick in a golf bag/ backpack/toolbelt/ fishing vest/ coveralls/ spacesuit and eat when it darn well pleases them.

I scanned candy sales and man-blogs. Here’s what men are chomping after their beer and BBQ.

wasabi kit cat

A wasabi-flavored Kit Kat

5: Kit Kat
A worker at Rowntree’s York factory suggested the company produce a “snack a man could take to work in his pack.” The bar was born in 1935 “as the best companion to a cup of tea.” It went through name changes and packaging changes, but after WWII settled on the present-day red wrapper and branding. If you live in Japan, you’ll be familiar with over 200 flavors of KitKats: ginger ale, soy sauce, and banana, etc. They are often bought as good luck gifts because “Kit Kat” sounds close to the Japanese phrase “Kitto Katsu” (a knock off of “sure to win”)

Source:,, SymphonyIRI Group


Number 4: Hershey’s Milk Chocolate Bar

Thank Milton Hershey for wanting everyone (not just the rich) to enjoy chocolate. In 1894 he set up his factory in Pennsylvania and charged a nickel for a bar. It helped that he had a contract with the U.S. Army, sending 30 pound blocks to the troops overseas. Soldiers continued buying the nickel bars after they returned home.  (SideNote: Hershey’s also makes Kisses, allegedly so-named because that’s the sound the machine made when smooching out chocolate blobs during manufacturing).


Number 3. Snickers

Introduced in 1930, it was named after a favorite horse in the Mars family. High in protein with dairy and at least 16 peanuts, it’s gained notoriety lately by being a deep-fried treat in Scottish fish and chip shops and U.S. state fairs. Celebrity chef, Antony Thompson, created a Snicker’s pie, containing 5 of the candy bars and each slice providing over 1,250 calories.

Number 2. Reese’s Peanutbutter Cups

Harry Reese was actually a shipping foreman for Mr. Hershey, but here’s another reason it’s a Man-Candy. Ol’ Harry said, “Well, heck, I can make candy and millions, too. He followed his dream, working out of his basement in 1923. In 1963, after he’d gone to the great chocolate factory in the sky, his six boys took stock shares in leiu of cash and merged into a subsidiary of Hershey’s. In 2013 after 50 years of stock splits, the original shares are valued in excess of a billion, kicking out $31 million annually in cash dividends. (Way to celebrate Father’s day, huh?)

Resource: Wiki-Reese.

Number 1.    M&Ms

Most folks know the story. The candy was copied from British-made Smarties (chocolate pellets surrounded by “hard panning” to prevent the chocolate from melting in soldiers’ pockets during the Spanish Civil War. The son of Mars Co. (Frank Mars) and the son of the prsident of Hershey Choc. Co.,  William Murrie, combined forces hence the M and M.  The agreement used Hershey chocolate which was advantageous because Hershey had control of the rationed chocolate during 1930. Brand Marketing is quite aggressive with the “spokescandies” turning up everywhere, so it’s fun to note one very important missed opportunity.

In 1982 the company rejected the opportunity to be in a new Steven Spielberg movie, E.T., so Hershey’s took a chance with their Reese’s pieces. It’s estimated that Reeses’sales increased 300% due to blockbuster exposure.

Resource: wiki M&Ms

You know I write about change

… and obviously June holidays have changed, but whether you’re celebrating, National Onion Ring Day, (June 22nd) or National Sunglasses day (June 27th) get the guy nearest you a candy bar and tell them one of these stories.

Photo by Liane Metzler

Photo by Liane Metzler

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Changes in The Last Send-Off

What do you mean we can't bury Grandma in red?

What do you mean we can’t bury Grandma in red?

I’ve been absent  in the name of research, spending time with morticians and gravediggers. Thank heavens no one died. It was for a novel …not a horror novel. It’s a coming of age story, but one of the things that became wildly apparent to me was the CHANGE in the way we treat death over the last 50 years.

Like any newsy research, an author doesn’t get to use everything she’s discovered, but I want to pass along a couple of fascinating observations…

GROWING UP in the ‘50s.

Save the dress:

My grandparents (and every old person I knew), had one good dress or suit in their closet which they might wear on special occasions, but they’d be sure to let their nearest relative know, “This is the dress you need to bury me in.” It didn’t matter that the clothing was twenty years old or two sizes two small. The mortician could fix that. Even before people were dead, they were planning what to wear.

And then there was a wake:

But because we’re Lutheran, we didn’t call it that. It was visitations at my grandparent’s house, and all of us kid-cousins (who’d been banned to play in the yard) were constantly in trouble. These were the days before attentive parents provided toys and activities, so we hooligans made our own amusement: digging for worms, having dirt fights, or sneaking under the fence to explore the crawl-space beneath the Baptist church down the street. If we were caught and scolded back to the yard (to continue flinging dirtballs), an adult would come out of the house and yell at us for being too rowdy or noisy.  “For the love of saints! Be quiet out here! Your uncle is dead! Have some respect!”

We couldn’t figure out why a dead man would care about our ear-splitting screams. And why did the adults get to laugh and tell stories that carried down the block?

Funeral Parlors

We don’t call them funeral parlors anymore, but that’s what they did…provide a safe pest-free place to sit with the deceased. When funeral homes bundled their services into packages, many of our family activities went away—moved to a more professional, air-conditioned, padded-chair visitation room where there was nothing for us kids to do but kick each other and dare the youngest cousin to go touch dead Aunt Mildred’s hand.

And then the popularity of cremation brought an end to even more childhood exploits.

CHANGES FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY…New traditions are beginning.

Living Funerals:

Who isn’t curious what people will say about you when you’re gone? These ceremonies are mostly being embraced by folks with a “fatal” illness. A small group of friends or family family gather to tell the dying person the heartfelt things he/she wouldn’t have gotten to hear at their funeral. The benefit is that it breaks isolation. Lots of folks don’t feel comfortable visiting a dying person. They don’t know what to say and feel uncomfortable about visiting.This ritual has become about gratitude and closure for the living and the dying.


Newspapers such as the NY Times have “advance” or “draft” obituaries of famous pre-dead persons, so they’re ready to be published the moment the notice comes across the newsline. They’ll even phone the pre-dead for an interview. Now you can write your own obit and have it on file so you can “make sure the paper got it right.” (No guarantee anybody in your family will use it, though).
Video Messages/Obituaries
Here’s a dandy DIY project. Folks are making videos and delivering their own obits to be watched at their funeral. Or…maybe you’d like to leave someone a message  that you would’ve never uttered in life?  A company will allow you to create any message you choose and they’ll send it for you after you’re dead.

There are other changes in the “send-off to the great beyond.” But for now…tell me your stories.

What’s a ritual you REALLY dislike at Funerals?
The food? Noisy kids? Speeches? Let’s talk.

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And Where is Your Final Resting Place?

If you haven’t selected one yet, you may want to contact your favorite university.  Because this blog is about change…AND…I dug this up while researching another book…I’m sure you’ll want to know…

Campuses are constructing columbaria—Walls which will hold cremains.

The first one was built on the University of Virginia over 24 years ago. When alumnus Leigh Middleditch, Jr. couldn’t get into the university’s cemetery because it had run out of room, some of his friends helped finance a memorial wall with 180 niches.  Sorry, there’s no more room in the wall now. All of the niches have been sold (in case you were getting your hopes up) $1800 each. Maybe you can get in on phase 2.

For universities, these final resting places can build strong bonds of committment. The main hope is that people will also  remember their favorite school in their wills and estate planning.

The columbarium at Richmond circles a garden near the chapel. Students can be seen there, taking a thoughtful moment away from the noise and hurry of the campus.

Schools with Existing or Planned Columbaria include

  • Centre College in Kentucky,
  • Notre Dame
  • The Citadel
  • University of Richmond
  • Hendrix College in Conway, Arkansas
  • University of Virginia

Like a stadium, sometimes the vaults get cheaper the higher up you go. Room at the bottom can go for around $5,000, the top $2500.

It’s just another way to show your school spirit with the “Final Homecoming.”

Happy Halloween Wherever You Rest

by Helmutt Wattrott

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Packing List and What I Wish I’d Done Differently for the Coast to Coast, U.K.

33. Elaine's Tea Room to D. Wisk

At Elaine’s Kitchen. A sheep farm in the middle of fields and fields.

For my regular blog readers who’ve read this far about this trip, thank you.  I hope you had a good time and a good laugh. I understand that you may not care about an equipment list.  But…it may help you if you’re planning some other hike. Either way, thanks for joining me on this journey.

If you’re saying to yourself, “I’d like to do that.” Then I’m telling you, it’s an amazing life experience. and worth all the work. Hopefully, this  will help you plan. This is my revised list after I returned from the C2C. It is geared for hiking the trail in late July to early August.  And no….I don’t work at REI or Amazon, but in case you don’t know the gear I’m talking about or where to get it, I put some suggested places to look it up).


  • 1 pair zip leg pants
  • 1 pair of pants that convert to capris ( i.e. Columbia Sportswear)
  • 1 pair quick-dry shorts
  • 2 moisture wicking short-sleeve tops
  • 1 long-sleeve soft knit top (after hike)
  • 1 long-sleeve upf, ventilated hike shirt.
  • 3 pair moisture-wicking socks (Smartwool)
  • 2 sports bras
  • 2 pair 16-country underwear (i.e. Ex-Officio)
  • 1 pajamas (or scrubs)
  • 1 boots (broken in and water proof.) NOTE: I wore my faithful ankle-high leather Montrails. This is my second pair I’ve owned. I LOVE these boots and never regretted the weight. I preferred the support and sure footing on the long and grinding paths. I also outfit them with Super feet orthotics for even more support.
  • 1 pair after-hike shoes (i.e. Keens)
  • 1 pair after-hike thin socks.
  • 1 bandana: I know a lot of people like buffs, but I’ve always found a bandana more useful, like tying on ice packs, tying gear to my pack, and flagging down other people.)
  • Rain gear (jacket and pants)
  • 1 pair of UV cyclist sleeves: easy to peel off of arms. They protect from the sun
  • 1 pair of thermal cyclist sleeves: I wore these every morning until I warmed up. (REI)
  • 1 pair gaiters: I carried them, but never used them. Probably if I were doing the C2C in May—I’d have have needed them more (or maybe on that very last bog hole).
  • 1 thin fleece jacket (surprisingly, I needed this several times and was VERY glad I had it.)
  • 1 fleece stocking hat


  • 1st Aid kit (make your own in plastic bag)
  • Ziploc bag of (Kleenix, bio-degrad TP, women’s pads, hand sanitizer)
  • vitamins (I put daily dosage in tiny plastic jewelry ziplocs)
  • ALLERGY medicine…DON’T IGNORE this item…you’ll be sorry. The pollen is FIERCE!
  • Any prescriptions


  • Duct tape. (Don’t leave home without it!!! You can buy 1” tiny cylinders at REI or make your own by wrapping tape around a 2” golf pencil
  • Vaseline/Socks: NOTE: The best blister prevention is a good fitting pair of boots. But every long distance hike trip I’ve ever done, I’ve found coating my feet in Vaseline and covering with socks while I slept, kept skin soft, pliable, and resistant to other problems. I didn’t get any blisters on the C2C.
  • Friction Block (by Bandaid) (for in-between toes—makes them slide)
  • Fungal crèam (if this is a problem)
  • Gold Bond powder– for heat rash which you get in the most interesting places.
  • Corn cushions (to separate toes)
  • bandaids
  • Tiny Swiss knife that contains scissors for cutting duct tape and toenail care

ADDITIONAL LEG Stuff—optional aids

  • 1 pair of compression leggings (Runner’s World) Not for hiking, but feels GREAT in after-hike recuperation
  • Knee brace –band-type (In case knee starts swelling or aching—which inexplicably happened to several hikers)


  • 1 small back pack (NOTE: Don’t crap out and use a piece of junk. I was very glad I carried my Ospery 35 liter daypack that has a lightweight frame. It saved my shoulders from a lot of pain.  I suggest you wear your daypack around home for several days and see if it pulls on your shoulders.
  • 1 waterproof pack cover (REI)
  • Extra ziplock bags
  • Broad-brimmed hat with chin strap (It’s windy on top of crags)
  • Sunblock
  • Headlamp (I never used this, but it goes everywhere with me for those just-in-case scenarios.)
  • Sunglasses (Used Once! Well, you have to give me points for optimism)
  • 1.5 liter Platypus water bag and hose
  • Journal/2 Pens (if you’re a writer. If you’re not a writer bring a book or sketch pad)
  • Travel snacks (I brought too many. Buy them when you get there)
  • Sewing kit: (Needle/thread/safety pins…yep I needed to make repairs TWICE)
  • 3’x3’ square of Tyvek (If you can get your hands on a small piece of this waterproof moisture barrier that is used to wrap houses before putting the siding on…it’s GREAT. It packs flat and small, and you can whip it out to sit on no matter how wet or how much sheep doo is around).
  • 1 pair trekking poles (NOTE: I always use poles when I hike. They take a lot of stress off my knees and hip flexors. On the C2C, they were invaluable in crossing bogs and streams, beating back thistles, helping me push uphill, and they kept me from a couple of nasty tumbles on slippery slopes.) Just don’t lay them down and forget them like I was always doing. God bless the folks who ran after me, waving my trekking poles!!


  • Voltage adapter/ plug converter
  • Phone/ ipod/i pad earbuds and cords
  • NOTE: We brought a charger to field charge phones, but never used it. We never left the GPS app running. Only turned it on when needed. Then turned it off.


  • Extra debit card: I created a new account for a preloaded debit card.  That way if I lost it, the risk was minimal and nothing (autopay) was tied to the account that I’d have to change.
  • Credit card with chips and 4-digit pin.
  • Wallet to carry money (and all the coins you’re going to get.)


  • Passports
  • Luggage carrier’s instructions
  • Guidebook
  • Medical Insurance card
  • Booking numbers for train tickets and hotels


  • Gaia GPS Navigation App: This $20 app for iphone was very handy (2015). The GPS waypoints are available to download from the website. Of course, you won’t leave the app running all the time, but when the need arises, you can turn on the app. Let the satellites find you, and establish your position to the path. HINT: Practice with your GPS at home. Take a class.  Several people we met had navigation devices, but weren’t sure how to use them—so they weren’t very helpful to them.
  • Compass—I bet I pulled my compass out of my pocket at least 10-15 times a day to check direction and trails.
  • Maps—we used Stedman’s maps. We also had Harvey strip maps, but only looked at them once. If you think you’re the type to go OFF TRAIL. I’d definitely recommend Ordinance Survey Maps.


As small as you can get it. Remember, you’ll be carrying this loaded suitcase UP and DOWN several flights of steep narrow, narrow staircases EACH MORNING and EACH NIGHT (after you’ve hiked all day).  The luggage carriers put maximum weights on luggage, but you DON”T want to be hefting the maximum weights. Be nice to your back—it has to support  you 192 miles.


Coast to Coast Path by Henry Stedman

Luggage Carriers:
Coast to Coast Packhorse
Sherpa Van Coast to Coast
See internet for others

U.K. Train: Planner
Manchester to St. Bees

Other peoples’ packing lists on the internet! (very helpful)
Thirty Ways of Walking
Following the Arrows
Walk With Me-Tyler Burgess

What I Wish I’d Done Differently:

 The most frequent regret after doing the C2C Trail is: “I wish I had taken longer.” I thought this meant that we should savor each day. Sit on benches. Visit with people. Not hurry our steps to get in each evening.  We did that, but now I realize it also means SCHEDULE rest days.  I said to myself, “Good grief…the fell runners do it in two days. We’re fairly fit.  Fifteen days is PLENTY of time.”

And it IS plenty of time to walk. WALK.  EVERYDAY. DAY AFTER DAY. But part of the experience is exploring.  If we were to do it again, we’d schedule 2-3 rest days, so we could take more sidetrips and explore the wonderful areas.  It would also help us return to the trail more invigorated.  We’d probably take off to explore, Grasmere, Richmond, and possibly Grosmont (so we could ride the steam trains to Whitby and Pickering). We’d also break up that 21 mile haul between Osmotherly and Blakey by stopping at Claybank.

If you’re in the planning stages go to trip advisor, read the reviews, and take the frequent advice: SCHEDULE MORE TIME.  If work keeps you from taking more days, then consider breaking up your trip. Do one half now and the other half later. (We hiked with some people who had done this.)

So our dream trek would be an 18 or 19 day adventure. That sounds like a long time.  But

Happy Trails

Happy Trails

to walk across an entire country and drink it in…eighteen days is just the beginning.

May you have blue skies, smooth trails, and good companions wherever your next journey leads.

Thanks for reading.



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