When I was in high school a bunch of us girls were going to walk to a neighboring town over 34 miles of winding and dangerous mountain road. This was in the 50's and we were wearing the uniform of the time, tight skirts and sweaters and white slip on shoes we called "Bunnies". Not exactly hiking outfits...oh, and we had nothing with us but maybe a candy bar. All but two of us dropped out, and fortunately my godmother-aunt lived three miles out the road in a still somewhat civilized part of it, and we stopped to say hello. When we told her what we were going to do she offered us a glass of apple cider (we were hot and parched and so it was the best thing I have ever had to drink in my life). She didn't act shocked, call our mothers or chide us for doing something so stupid and dangerous, but just offered to drive us home. We gladly accepted and after that every time she came to my mom's everyone would start singing that old song, "Ida, sweet as apple cider". I don't think it had to do with our excursion, but it did fit.