Doug and I are pretty compatible on most levels, we both love bicycle touring, want to do something meaningful in life, don’t want kids, think good friends are crucial to happy living, and would buy kayaks on a whim to kayak the Inside Passage. But there is one undeniable difference that has popped up on all our trips and has become exceptionally pervasive on this one.
Throughout my life I have done many long distance hiking, biking, and kayaking trips and on all of these throughout the long hard days I tend to over estimate the mileage I have left and underestimate the mileage I have gone because when it is hard to tell exactly where you are I would rather prepare myself for the worse, and be happily surprised by camp being just around the corner than being woefully disappointed if it is not and having to paddle another four miles tired and dejected.
Doug…however…prefers to vehemently proclaim that camp is just around the next bend because God (aka the GPS) says so. The GPS which draws the route in an impossibly straight line that even crows can’t follow is the last thing to be trusted. Yet this is what Doug basis his life upon, I swear if the GPS told him to buy a spaceship and spend the next ten years of his life recreating Space Odyssey 2010 he would do it. But unfortunately for me it just tells him our day is half the distance that it actually is leaving me to argue that, “no it’s really 24 miles to that camp not 12″ or “no it’s eight at night and I’m exhausted we are not going another ‘three’ miles.” But two (Doug and the GPS) against one (logical me) is mostly the problem with democracy…
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