The other day when Michelle geared up to hike out for her part time job, I had to take a couple of pictures. She works an office job! But, living as we do, the term “dressed for success” holds an entirely different emphasis for us.
Sometimes she packs office attire to change into after she arrives. Ironically, she’s not under any kind of strict dress code—they all dress “Haines nice/casual.” But her 1¼-mile hike to the road and a 7-mile drive that starts before the snow plows reach our end of the road requires her to dress for the trail, not the office.
This day was one of extremes, of course. She carried a pack load of laundry to do in town (in the winter, our drying line freezes too much). The tide was bad for crossing in time for work, so she wore hip waders to make it. She’d worn them over the trail home the night before because it was too cold to hassle with transferring her ice cleats from the waders to her hiking shoes. The trail has been one long, slopping sheet of ice, so cleats are definitely necessary. She also had to wear her headlamp, because she left early for the tide. Usually she carries it to use on the way home in the evening. She dislikes wearing the camo jacket to town, but it’s a good wind breaker, and regulates her heat well.
Still, I felt a little guilty kissing her “goodbye,” while still in my jammies, fuzzy robe and bunny slippers, a cup of coffee in my hand, and my hair still up in curlers . . . .