About Backpacking

About Backpacking Over the years, I'd carried out my fair share of packing. I'd taken over my parents' living area sorting through 5 months of food to portion out for twenty plus, nicely planned out mail drops along the Appalachian Trail. Seven years later, Bec and I'd commandeer the family members living area in readying for the Pacific Crest Trail. Preparation for setting out on a cross country bicycle trip offered its own set of special requirements and parameters. In the end, let's just say days and weeks lugging a pack on the trail and countless miles pedalling have accomplished a thorough job of instilling the concept of 'bare' in bare necessities. Yet, none of that prepared me for the sight I laid eyes on as Bec carefully organized almost everything we apparently necessary for our inaugural household Fijian getaway for the Christmas of 2013. There, in the spare back bedroom, correct where I constantly remembered a bed being situated, was a pile of gear to rival that noticed for an international climbing expedition at Everest Base Camp. A slight exaggeration, but only just. To be certain, it was an intimidating pile to lay eyes on. A mountain of clothing for every single occasion and potential bowel disorder started the pile followed by a proportional quantity of diapers, wipes and baby powder. Then came the milk bottles, spare nipples and a variety of cleaning and sterilizing accoutrements they apparently needed.