Backpacking… finally!

I’ve finally started what I’ve been saying I would do for years: some serious backpacking.  The first time I went backpacking was with a boy scout leader who happened to be working with my girl scout troop at the time (his daughter was in our troop.)  I don’t even remember where we went, but I do remember having a blast.  Although I’ve done a lot of camping and hiking over the years, what really sparked my interest in backpacking again was a trip a took a year and a half ago in the Eastern Sierras.  We roughed it with a bunch of high school students, most of which were on their first camping trip for a science class.  The night we stayed at Brown’s Owens River Campground was the night I knew I needed to seriously re-evaluate why I hadn’t backpacked in so long.  There I was freezing my ass off, after having camped on a tarp in my supposed 20 degree sleeping bag after a low overnight temperature of 28 degrees, wrapped in every piece of clothing I brought and covered in ice thinking, “This is f-ing awesome!”  We were surrounded by a crest of mountains in the gorgeous Owens Valley learning about the history of the area and soaking in one of dozens of natural hot springs.  Over the next few days, after touring Mammoth, Lee Vining, Mono Lake, and the infamous Yosemite Valley, I knew I needed to explore further.

Over the next couple of summers I was lucky enough to have access to my sister-in-law who was living and working in the Yosemite Valley.  I ended up taking my mom Lynn, my husband Drew, and my good friend Kelly for their initial visits to Yosemite.  I got a lot of exposure to the hikes from within the valley and was constantly reminded of the John Muir Trail while hiking Vernal/Nevada Falls; the signs of milage unknowingly luring me to my decision to get serious about hiking the JMT.

I thought I’d be one step closer to hiking at least part of the JMT when Kelly suggested she wanted to hike Half Dome for her 30th birthday.  I started the process of obtaining permits, reserving housing (thank you sister-in-law again), and planning the trip that would be the highlight of our year.  And then tragedy struck.  My dad fell and ended up in the ICU where several days later died due to traumatic brain injuries.  Unbenouced to me around that same time our friend Chris, who was supposed to hike with us, had a tragedy of his own: his mom passed away after a recent surgery.  Needless to say, it wasn’t a great time to be trekking around Half Dome while we needed to be with our families.

After a rough 7 months, I decided it was time.  Time for a fresh approach to life.  Time to appreciate all that you have and that our days are numbered.  Here’s where my story begins: a time of reflection, exploration, and new experiences.

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