I've been going on some long, winter hikes with a group of people lately and the most hilarious thing is the stark difference between those that are actually hiking and those that are there to get an instagram and leave.   We'll emerge from our hike around 11am and see that all the lazy fat people have finally woken up and made it to the nearest scenic view for selfies. We're decked out in our hiking packs, good boots, hiking poles, and they're wearing 5 layers of makeup, jeans, and converse. We usually take a break to shed our layers and stretch and I take the time to watch the horribly unprepared whales huff and puff after completing a brutal 0.5 mile hike to a cool overlook, then scarf down a clif bar.