Good morning, all.

I had a similar experience yesterday. Went hiking (down by Old Rag, for those in Virginia) with my trusty Golden, Murphy. Had never hiked in a kilt as I had worn it only on special occasions. Had nothing but appreciative looks and friendly hiker-to-hiker chat, except for a few local *boys* who yelled "Queer!" as I passed by their somewhat scary-looking shack on the way to the trailhead. Hmm. Interesting choice of words. Considered the source and walked on. When I didn't give them any reaction they yelled louder and more insistently, and temporarily suspended their game of horseshoes. Same word, over and over. I walked on without comment. When I came back that way they were nowhere to be seen.

On a more positive note, hiking up a mountain in a kilt on a spring-ish day - this is what they were made for! Will never again hike any other way.

db