“Are you okay?”   

I look up from my backpack to see two men cresting the hill around 7,400 ft. I’m alone on the southeast flank of Mt. Rainier, where Pebble Creek kisses the tip of the Muir Snowfield. I’ve been in this spot 40+ times in recent years, and today I’m especially grateful for the bluebird skies and expansive views. The question startles me from my nature-suckling stupor.   

“Uh… yeah, I’m fine.” I mutter in response. “How’re you?”  

“We’re good,” the one in front says, and passes me by.   

Just like that they’re gone. On their way up the mountain to find October turns. It’s the same reason I’m here.   

I return to my backpack, fish out my other sock, and continue the process of swapping from hiking boots to ski touring boots. My friends will arrive shortly, I’m sure.   

But the longer I stand here, the madder I get.    

Why has he asked me if I am okay? What about my intentional movements and well-worn gear give the impression that I am not okay? Couldn’t he tell I am with the group he just passed below, not 4-minutes earlier? We’re all wearing tutus for goodness sake! I’m clearly not alone nor am I doing anything out-of-the-ordinary. I’m just a woman standing on a snowfield stoked to slay some corn in October.  

Then I realize the source of my discomfort: his question has the unmistakable spray of sexism.   

I have gone on record about sexism in the outdoors and my experience with “mansplaining”, but to be honest I think women can go too far with those accusations. Sometimes a guy is just trying to be helpful, or he spends a few minutes putting his foot in his mouth before realizing a faux pas that may have nothing to do with gender and everything to do with being oblivious. All genders are guilty of this mistake. I like to give the benefit of the doubt and assume best intentions as a general rule.   

But this guy. This guy’s question really got in my craw.   

My friends arrive and I recount the interaction for them, trying to be as unbiased as possible. I ask for their honest feedback: was this dude being sexist or was I overreaching?   

In a group of two women and three men the verdict was unanimous: sexist.

Here’s the problem: “are you okay?” is not a question a man would ask another man in the same situation. “How’s it going?”, “What’s up?”, “Beautiful day!” would all be acceptable salutations. But “are you okay?” implies that I am not okay – that there’s something about me which implies a lack of okay-ness. And this question, this unexpected “are you okay?” sends a message that I’m in the wrong place. That I shouldn’t be here. That I don’t belong.   

I’m glad to have a tutu posse to confirm this is my place. 

The lesson is this: if you are a man, and you encounter a woman, before you open your mouth consider if the words you are using are the same words you would use to speak to another man. If it’s not, don’t say the thing you were going to say. It’s that simple. If that doesn’t do it, I encourage you to check out The Rock Test: A Hack for Men Who Don’t Want To Be Accused of Sexual Harassment.   

That day on the mountain, my friends and I laughed it off and started skinning, making small talk along the way. Every fifteen minutes or so someone would stop to grab a snack or adjust a binding, and another of us would look that person sternly in the eye and says “are you okay?”    

I have to admit it was pretty funny. But no, it’s not okay.