Book your ticket to happiness with Sun Express Airlines. So, And then Back when I was completing my master's degree, I had to share an apartment with someone to keep the cost down.

After putting on an ad on Facebook, I received a message from a guy called James.

I started out looking for a roommate, terrified that I ended up

living with some psychopath, but the person I found ended up being my longest and

closest friend.

One of the things we immediately bonded over was our mutual love of long-distance hiking.

He first mentioned it on the phone when I asked what his hobbies and interests were, and

after that, we spent about a half hour sharing experiences and enthusing

over the great outdoors. We went on our first trip during spring break of 2004 and

it was pure bromance if you catch my drift.

James was like a brother from another mother and although we both moved elsewhere

following the completion of our studies we made sure to keep in touch via social media and online games.

Then on top of that we headed out on some long distance hike together either once or twice

a year.

We used to go real hard back when we still had the knees and

ankles for it and our choices of destination tended to be extremely remote.

Most of our friends who joined us would blister up their heels for a few days with us and then say never again

on the ride back. So for the most part, the trips tended to be just me and him.

We both ticked off Baxter State Park and the Adirondacks while we were both living in the northeast. Then after James moved down to Virginia, we visited both Shenandoah and the Great Smoky Mountains.

But then as time went on, we started pining for somewhere a little further afield,

if you catch my drift there as well.

And that's how we settled on heading out to the Big Horn Mountains in Wyoming, or more specifically,

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