Backpacking is miserable, but I can’t get enough of it. If I could spend the whole summer out in nature on the trail, I would. It’s mentally and physically challenging, every day facing:
- blisters, aches, and pains from your feet to your back;
- long slogs up steep slopes that demand your mental fortitude to persevere;
- flavorless food in various textures of mush;
- cold fingers and cold feet;
- heavy loads that never seem to lighten;
- chafing straps and the constant battle to settle your pack comfortably, switching the weight from shoulders to hips to shoulders;
- the risk of injury or getting lost without anyone to help you, demanding your constant focus;
- finding and hand-pumping your water (I know, this doesn’t sound like much, but I find it’s a total pain in the ass).
So why take on the misery of backpacking? The challenges are worthwhile for the perception switch to the rhythm of the trail, the simplicity of trail life, the satisfaction of self-sufficiency, the beauty of the landscape.