At least I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I’ve spent the past hour loading up my backpack – doing my best to make sure I’m not forgetting anything essential – like food and water for instance. Warm clothes as well. I suspect it’s ging to get very cold up in the mountains at night – and in the early morning and evening.
Then I also had to pack for Abby. And I had to prepare my food. Make sure I have extra batteries for my headlamp. The list of what is necessary was surprisingly long. But I think I have everything now. Tomorrow morning I will make a big sandwich, which I expect to consume once I hit Arnica Lake (lunch – yum!) and then put my cheese in my backpack. And mini-gaiters. I just this second thought of them and dashed off to pack them. I will not trust myself to remember them later.
This is the thing about packing, grab it while you think of it.
I think I am pretty much good to go. This is exciting. And I think I am far more excited than afraid, although, I freely admit that there is a touch of fear in all this. I have never camped completely alone in the wilderness, let alone for two nights. But I think it’s going to be good. No electronics at all. There will be nothing to distract me. Just me and the mountains. Just me and the sunset and sunrise. Just me and nature.
I’ll report back in three days. With lots of photos, I suspect.