Last weekend, I spent a night at the Ten Mile River Lean-To, the first AT shelter in Connecticut if you're Northboundin'. We shared the campsite with two 50 year-old Southbounders who were instantly drawn to our lukewarm Coors Lights. I went to college in Colorado and haven't been able to shake the habit of taking the silver cans along when heading to the woods. After handing over a few as the sun was going down, they thanked us with a joke.Q: What do Coors Light and sex in a canoe have in common?A: They're both fucking near water.Thank you Carnivore and Purple.