Monday, August 27, 2012
I knew that marrying a backpacker would mean that I would one day have to tag along on a trip. Despite my lack of backpacking skills, I was convinced that I could handle anything. I mean, how hard could it be?
But, when a huge REI box holding a women's backpack appeared on our front porch, I seriously had a full-fledged panic attack. The thought of being alone in the wilderness at night, close to mountain lions and bears, without toilets or clean water, and with a 40 pound bag on my back was overwhelming (to say the least.) Also, don't you have to be semi in-shape to backpack? I like to run, but those 3 mile jogs each week probably aren't cutting it.
To calm my anxiety, I made Zach promise that we'd take a practice hike before we actually went somewhere overnight.
So yesterday, we found ourselves "practicing" for 12 miles up Santa Anita Canyon.
It was.... exhausting. And today, I'm super-sore (in places I didn't even know existed.)
But (and am I really going to say this?) it was also pretty fun. The scenery was stunning, Zach was great company, and I learned I'm a lot stronger than I thought I was. I'm really glad we did it.
I'm starting to feel a lot better about our first overnight trip. Which, by the way, is next weekend (eeep!)
Any tips/tricks/suggestions for me before we go?