Have you ever hiked with a whiner?

“Yes, my last trip to Yellowstone was the trip from hell.”

“Yes if I have to say you have got to be happy when you are out on the trail!

I try to be no matter what!

8)”

“Gee I have not hiked with many whiners just kids but hey thats what they do...LOL
But I can't stand to hike with someone who has to stop for a pitstop every hour...gee just keep walking.
I have a pin on a pack that says
"NO WHINING"
So I quess that says to them before they start.”

“Heck, there's whining and there's WHINING. Everybody whines at some point or other. After a few miles of scree on the AT in Pa., you either whine or you're just not human. Several consecutive days of rain can do it, or a series of dried-up springs. But the real WHINERS go out of their way to find excuses to b*tch and gripe. Really, it begins to become almost an art form for anybody but the object of their griping.
Pack's too heavy, trail's too rough, you hike too fast, there are bugs out here, ... on and on and on, and it's all YOUR fault.
Besides the ex, there was a guy I took on a hike that was supposed to include a major bushwack down a ridgeline. Okay, there is no way to get lost if you stick to the ridge, but there were laurel hells along the ridge that just do not show up on the topo. Laurel hells are hard to negotiate, but you have to take your time and go slow. So I told him that and explained why we needed to stick to the ridge. Instead, Mr. Why-the-h*ll-did-you-bring-me-here tries to bull his way through, snagging his pants and scratching hell out of his legs. He took off ahead, so I just slowed down and laughed at him. This, of course, made him all the madder, so he went off crashing through the laurel in an effort to get away from me. When I caught up with him, he was sitting down out of breath and cursing me. I just figured that was the reward for listening to him b*tch, seeing him pay the price for ignorance.
That was our last trip together, that's for sure.”

“Isn't that why they call 'em 'hells'? <G>”

“People whine because things are worse than EXPECTED. When you set your baseline of expectation at pain and misery, everything above and beyond it is something to rejoice. I expect the blisters, and get giddy when I have no blisters. When things get even worse than my expectation of pain and misery, I don't whine. I scream...primal scream.”