As you can see, Adam, Stella, Oly and I went backpacking this weekend and returned with all our limbs, and our lives. I mean, we didn’t even see a single bear, so I call it a success!
The trail was breathtaking. Absolutely amazing and insane and our campsite location instantly hooked me on backpacking in a way I didn’t think would happen.
Sure, it was hard as shit. There were some steep sections of the trail that were made even harder by the fact that they were nothing more than slick mud. Going up seemed hard, but going down? Let’s just say that there was one spill I took where I landed head first in the brush and after a head over feet tumble or two I finally stopped rolling and sat up clutching ferns and wildflowers (which turns out will not keep you from tumbling down a hill) both in my hands and my mouth.
There also was a boulder field that we had to cross which Stella was NOT HAVING. She simply lacked the part mountain goat gene that Oly seems to have making her fearless enough to jump from wet rock to wet rock with a river roaring underneath. So what do you do when your 8 month old puppy refuses to follow you? You carry her. Under your arms, strung across your neck like a wet sack of potatoes, anything to get her across. And when you finish, you’ll be covered in so much dirt you’ll forget what color your clothes were before you started hiking.
I wont sugarcoat it, the hike was hard. Harder than I expected it to be for me. The extra weight seriously slowed me down, Adam even more so (next time Adam don’t bring the GLASS full bottle of jagermeister), but the scenery, the campsite, and the overall experience was truly amazing.
So I ask you, can you spot the human below?
Helps with the whole size of items around us doesn’t it?
I have bruises on my hips from where the backpack weight rested. Scrapes on my legs and arms from boulder traversing and missteps. I have a mosquito bite on my ankle that could have its own zip code. Adam is so sore he took today off. The dogs look like they ran 12 marathons.
But I’d do it again next weekend if I could.
All trip I just keep looking around and thinking, “I can’t believe I fucking live here.”