Great article In Remembrance of Geoff and Molly "Clevis and Nalgene"
"...they also wrote in the logbooks left in shelters, which, in the days before cell phones, were the most reliable means for through-hikers to connect. Reading those entries made it obvious to all in their wake that they were enjoying themselves immensely.
Which is how I first made their acquaintance, in a poem Molly left in a Maine lean-to and signed with her trail name, Nalgene.
Last evening I whispered “I think there’re less bugs.”
This morning, BRING ON THE SLUGS.
Through the roof of our tent I see their familiar sludge
The stuff that resembles butterscotch fudge.
Squish between my toes in my sandal
Yuck! This is something I just can’t handle.