Split-Pee ... By Isaac Vaisberg

Imagine, if you will, Big Foot lending you his feet for the afternoon to do a little hike. This is what the Nothing But G’s felt like as they strapped on their snowshoes for the first time at the bottom of the Two Oceans hike. Snowshoes , for those of you that don’t live in Wyoming, are footwear for walking over the snow. They work by distributing the weight of the person over a larger area so that the person's foot does not sink completely into the snow, a quality called "flotation". Technical stuff aside, they’re giant feet. Anyways, up went the Nothing But G’s through the Two Oceans hike. Many of them struggled, ran out of breathe, and fell on their faces (cough cough, Whitney), but they pushed on and on up the side of the giant mountain. The journey was long and hard. Jerremy’s dogs, Lucy and Birch, would run up and down the line of G’s, swiveling in between their legs, checking up on everyone, making sure the “herd” wasn’t slacking. Two and a half long hour later, we were at the top.



Now, bear with me through this, for my title will make sense in just a quick second. The Two Oceans Hike is famous because it lies on the continental divide, that is, half the mountain’s melted snow winds up in the Atlantic Ocean, and the other half winds up in the Pacific Ocean. My title make sense yet? Well, for those of you that need a little clarification, there is a magical deed to be performed at the top of the mountain. See, if you pee and swing yourself from side to side, half of your pee will end up in the Atlantic, and the other half will end up in the Pacific. It is truly incredible if you think about it: a cross country pee. Many of the G’s partook in this awkardly-delightful right of passage and were proud of it. I know I was.



Split-peeing aside, it was time to head down the mountain. A question was posed: take the trail, or off road it and ski with our giant feet down the powder snow? If you know us, you know what we decided. All you could hear from afar was the sounds of “WOOOHOOO’s!” and tons of snow falling down in mini avalaches as we skiied down the side of the mountain. At one point, the avalanches got so big that one of the G’s, me, surfed his way down as another one, Evan, was literally doing the breast stroke to keep himself from drowning in the powder snow. It was a thrilling ride down.



All in all it was an incredible experience. From the difficult hike up, to the split-pee, to the “kawabonga”-style descent, it was a good time for all.