A Hecka Tight Hike

In the same vein as the prairie dog story, this one is just a 'vignette'.  In Alaska, while we were climbing the world's most forgotten great peak (it took us almost three hours to summit), my fellow SCA intern and I were talking about our friends and she mentioned that she had a friend that says "hecka" instead of "hella" (a word that was hella cool in 2002, we were going through 2009 at the time).

The hike was pretty legit (sorry, 2009 me is going to narrate this one). When we got to the top, we snapped some pics and all that, ate M&Ms and she smoked a cigarette. Then we started the long haul down.  It took nearly twice as long to descend as we had to avoid falling off rock cliffs which were covered in brush - in this part of Alaska there are no trails.

With mosquito bites, dust/dirt and scrapes a'plenty we returned to the Coldfoot Camp truck stop, parked our weary asses in a bench and drank our weight in free soda refills.

Every time I say 'hecka', I think back to this hike while the person I am talking to winces at the stupidity of the word 'hecka'.