
I would never have learned strong I really am, or the crazy high of doing things I never dreamed I could do.
Why am I posting this? Because I just got back from my 4th backpack trip (ever), and it was- shall I say- “next level”. Not because it was super long, or super hard. I did not go through a sudden monsoon like the first one, or a drought like the last one, or more than expected elevation like the one in between. It wasn’t because any of my gear failed, I didn’t forget anything or lose it, nor face bears, cougars or rattlesnakes.Well, maybe a bear but that’s another story. Here is what happened.
I started out a planned trip with a friend. It was the same friend I have backpacked with before, camped with and hiked with. I like her, we get along, we can laugh and have fun. While I originally was going to do this trail myself, her and I decided probably back in November that we would do this together. So, when the time came we did our usual thing- some back & forth over dates, how long we wanted to be out there, bring our stoves or not, etc., etc., etc.Even up until the night before I was still working out alternate routes and ideas for seeing the highlights while still having a bail out plan for the weather forecast ( nice the 1st day, maybe rain the 2nd, and 100% chance of rain the 3rd day). We talked about pack weight and finalized trail head to meet at. You know, the usual. The last text was “We will figure it( the route and campsite) out when we get there (smiley face).” I didn’t know how ironic this statement would become.
The first 2 times we backpacked, we had some issues. The main one being our very different pace. She is like a toddler gazelle on trail, and I’m kinda like a fidgety sloth. I go slow and stop a lot to play around with my backpack, film, take pics, put socks or jackets off or on. She does film and take pics, but in a much more stealth manner. So, 2 different styles. It became stressful for both of us. So, this time I wanted it all to go as smoothly as possible. I wanted neither of us to feel pressured.
We arrived and started out parking a car at 2 different trailheads so we had options, finding our first campsite and then starting out together. We agreed we would go at our own pace, not worry about waiting or trying to catch up or when we made it to camp. However, I wound up missing a turn at one point and had to backtrack, while at the same time her camera stopped working and her phone battery was draining super fast from having to check Alltrails constantly- most of this because the trail we started on had less than visible blazes and were not that close together.
To make a long story short, we got separated and hadn’t seen each other most of the day. And at 230pm I found out she had left the trail and wasn’t coming back. Needless to say, this left me alone– on trail for 3 days and 2 nights in the wild. Before I go on, let me say- it was fine. I was ok, and I could have easily chosen to leave that day as well rather than continue. I wasn’t mad, just kind of in shock.
For many people, this would have been a disaster at worst, and a disappointment at best. But at no time did I even consider going home. Yes, I was disappointed and wished that hadn’t happened. But I had already taken the time off work. My shifts were covered and I wasn’t getting paid either way. I had planned for weeks, bought new gear, drove 2 hours each way( paying a large amount for turnpike tolls) and I was more than halfway through the trail for the day. The campsite we picked was literally less than 2 miles from my car at that point. There was no way I wasn’t doing this. I had never imagined I would be suddenly facing a multi-day backpacking trip solo so early on. But I was. And weirdly enough, I was prepared and fully ready to tackle it.
And I did fine. Better than fine. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t lonely or bored. It was actually very peaceful, and enjoyed 95% of the trip-there are always a few things that you don’t like. For instance my 2nd campsite had lots of black ants. Yuck.
Once I finished I felt awesome. I had done it, on my own. I had met my goal way earlier than I thought I would. I had planned to maybe do something like this mid summer after a few more camping trips, this trip and some meet ups to gather information, etc. Maybe not even until next year. But, sometimes, an unexpected challenge becomes and opportunity for growth and new experiences. And if the first few trips had been easy, or I had not done them, I probably would have left and just put it off.
What i’m trying to say here is that you can do hard things. You can push yourself, take a chance, survive, and even thrive- to come out a better person- a stronger , more confident person. Not all bad things are actually “bad things”. I had a wonderful adventure, which I would like to share in my next post. I hope you will read that one too. For now, just do something out of your comfort zone this year. Face a fear, challenge yourself. Roll with it.
The worst that can happen? I don’t know. But I do know life is too short not to live, and sometimes you just have to figure stuff out when you get there. But don’t put it off or quit just because it’s not going as planned. I guarantee you’ll regret it . As i recently heard someone say-
“Someday” is a lie. It’s a false timeline.”
Just do it.
Namaste.























