Well now – it has taken me the better part of an hour to pack my big bag. Water, food, spare clothes, rain gear, spikes (just in case), sleeping bag (which I finally managed to get small enough to fit into the bottom compartment, cooking stuff, first aid stuff, camera, tent and all the bits and pieces – I weighed it – 20 pounds, and that includes 3 litres of water. This is pretty good, I think.
However, I then put it on my back – I think there’s a zero missing – maybe 200 pounds?
I will get used to it. The good news is that the pack fits like a dream. I’m sure that once I start hiking, it’s going to be just great.
I have even made a start at getting Abby’s gear together. Whew! So much to do.
And now, I am excited. This is that odd feeling I get before any trip – no matter how short or long: fear, excitement, happiness – all of it mixed together is a volatile stew. This signals more stepping out of my comfort zone. And that is always a good thing.
I honestly think I have packed everything. And if I have forgotten anything, well, too bad. I will make do.
The good news is that if I can mange 20 pounds for three days, I can do minimally more for five next month and never top 30 for the 11 days I am planning on next year. That’s just about where I want to be. And I will get more and more used to the weight.
As for my back, it’s better. Not perfect, but better. It’s going to be an awesome weekend!
You will next hear from me in a few days. Maybe Sunday – maybe not until Monday.
And that’s another great thing about getting away like this: no electronics!