I was looking back on photos of my first extended backpacking trip and I felt my heart well up with pure joy. Reminiscing takes me back to an incredibly happy place.
Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of struggles on this trip (like the fact that I was carrying about 50lbs of weight on my back, was so worn out I fell asleep on some stone steps when I stopped “just for a moment”, and overall had no idea what I was doing). But this was the trip where I absolutely fell in love wilderness backpacking.
Because there’s nothing distracting us from genuinely connecting with each other (while sitting on surprisingly comfortable bear canisters).
Because after an intense tiring climb, you can turn a corner and suddenly walk through an invisible door straight into Narnia.
Because you will see some of the most beautiful, untouched places.
Because making unforgettable memories is simply priceless.
Looking back, I can see those moments so much more clearly. They are a collection of tiny decisions that made a great shift in my mindset of who I am, who I want to be, and what I'm capable of. I think that's why I love backpacking, because it pushes me towards being my best self.
Do you remember when you fell in love with backpacking? I'd love to hear your story below in the comments. Please do tell!