Where is my Dirty Girl gaiter??

Ask Charlie.

One of my dirty girl gaiters is in my gear closet, the other is marooned somewhere along a remote stretch of lake superior shoreline.

If anyone is after a DGGSCREE-0004 Dirty Girl Gaiters : SCREE – Large, I have one in need of a good home.

I might, as I now seem to only have a single medium Forest in my possession.

Look on the vacuum cleaner.
Duane

Still in the car?

In the laundry hamper?

Never actually got stuffed into the pack?

It is right next to my Carbon Corks which I lost last week. If anyone finds them in North Cascades NP please let me know; I'll be under my desk weeping uncontrollably in the mean time.

The time builders misplaced them.

She ran off with a dirty boy!

I have a large bag of sock "singles" at home. I can check to see if it ended up there when I get home tonight.

I'm always amazed at what shows up in that bag. Someday, I'm certain the Tardis will end up in there.

In the pocket of my windshirt.

Of course!!!!!

haha reminds me when I tore my house apart looking for my goretex shell mittens. finally found them in the cargo pocket of my hiking pants.

both of my red skulls dirty girls safely in my gear box :)

Generally when I lose a sock, or glove or anything that comes in pairs, the missing member is rolled up inside the other.

Did you check for a dirty girl inside your dirty girl?

I took off my shoes to air our my feet at a lunch stop a few weeks ago.
I spent 15 mins looking for a missing Dirty Girl gaiter. I thought it blew away in the wind.

It was above my ankle hidden under my pants. :P
DUH!!!

It's in….my pack. Thanks!

So, Jennifer, you are wondering just how the heck that gaiter ended up in the pocket of your windshirt? Well, it works like this: In Iceland, they have various sorts of huldufolk (the hidden people). Elves, dwarfs, imps, etc. One type is mischievious with little malice in their hearts. They like to do things to mess with you.

For example, let's say you have a habit of placing your car keys on top of the TV when you get home from work, every day. Every morning as you head out, you grab your keys from where they always are. But one morning they aren't there. You frantically look everywhere, and you finally find them on your bedroom dresser. You start to think you're going crazy, because you never, ever put them there. Always on top of the TV. Relax–it wasn't you that put the keys there, it was one of those pesky huldufolk guys. He slipped in while you were sleeping and quietly moved them from the TV to your dresser, and then he went back to his comfortable rock outside.

The Icelanders don't have to fret about brain-lock or senior moments, because those things are really the work of the impish hidden people. I think it's a great philosophy to live by. One of those little guys cleverly placed your gaiter in the windshirt pocket while you weren't looking.

And Bob's your uncle.

in the land where the "other sock goes".