Saturday, August 14, 2004
My Dirty Little Secret
08/14/04
My secret is nothing new. It started back in Anaconda, where it wasn't a secret. I bought a lightweight pair of plaid cotton drawstring pants. I had intended to send them home for cool weather in Tucson. Somehow they ended up in my bounce box.
In Leadore, I was happy to have them as comfortable town pants, no matter how many looks I got from all the men in cowboy hats, jeans, and cowboy boots, and women with bad hair, too-large t-shirts, and a pack of cigarettes in hand.
And I think it was in Leadore that I carried my bounce box to the PO and sent it off while wearing my cotton pants. So they went into my pack only to come out in Lima along with more disapproving looks. The local drag hadn't changed much and neither had the attitude about the requirements to play dress-up just like them.
The secret is that I've started to wear these pants while hiking. Yes, cotton pants.
Of course, I still have my nylon shorts and my nylon pants, but when the bugs are out and it’s hot, cotton is not so bad.
