There is one word to describe a community of free loaders – absolute scourge.
Okay, that’s two words!
Not thinking, we didn’t pack the gaiters. Too excited in thought of trekking up to a hut to stay for the night.
It was just a stunner of a day so dress attire was shorts. This exposed the hairy legs between the short hem line and the woollen socks worn with the boots. Not for Claire, she had shaven. Not above the knees though.
Anyway, a type of fauna has decided it’s time to shed its seedlings; and the trail was escorted with the stuff. Except, they don’t just release when there is a breeze. They choose to hook onto anything passing that rubs up against the protruding plant fronds.
When the first freeloading seedling attached itself to a hairy part of the leg, I felt it and automatically bent down to pull it off. The little sh.t hung on whereby a hair follicle root came out with the pull. That’s what it felt like. Similar to being waxed. I know what that feels like, I’ve been waxed too however, that’s another story!
So, when a bunch of these free loading seedlings made the jump simultaneously to bare skin, the agony when pulling off was twenty-fold. Absolute scourge of a plant.
And just to clarify, dress attire did include upper body and under garment apparel.
As for the Pinnacle Hut micro-adventure … absolutely beautiful. Worth doing.
Shave first, wear gaiters or long pants.