We danced a lot, and we jumped over that ball a lot. Round two ensued, and if I’m being honest, I don’t remember much of it. That changed when three more-fun guys-one of whom was backpacking in a kimono-showed up later that night. On this trip, the less-fun guys (including me) got there first, and though we dutifully drank and talked and did some minor Iron John cavorting around the ball, the energy just wasn’t there, and we moped.
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I also brought along a portable disco ball to help get the party started. Hermit’s is named after an actual hermit who lived in a shallow cave up there in the 19th century-we dishonored that spiritual legacy by hauling a lot of alcohol up there to fuel our night. One time we chose Hermit’s Peak, an amazing 10,267-foot mountain near Las Vegas, New Mexico, that looks like a cross between a classic alpine peak and a desert mesa. In the mid-1990s, during the first of my two different stints working for Outside in Santa Fe, there was a group of us who would occasionally take weekend backpacking trips that were really just an excuse to go on a bender. Kristin Hostetter, Head of Sustainability and Community Partnerships A Battery-Powered Disco Ball Battery-powered disco ball (Photo: Courtesy) The kids could crawl around in the dirt and duff and we could relax. It was bulky and not exactly light, but once we got to camp we set up a huge corfal (about 15 by 15 feet). Our solution: We packed in a portable playpen.
He was a passionate crawler, a hornet’s nest of energy, and hard to wrangle even in the safety of home. When my son was about 6 months old, we took him on a weekend backpacking trip in Oregon with another family. Frederick Dreier Articles Editor, Outside A Kids Playpen We drank wine that night in a warm condo. Mother Nature saved me, and a late-summer snowstorm chased us back to our car.
But I didn’t know if I’d survive the hike up 2,500 vertical feet with the heavy hooch in my pack. I didn’t know whether to protest or shut my mouth, as I loved both vino and my girlfriend. I rummaged through the bag and discovered the ballast: multiple bottles of expensive red wine that she had wisely slipped into my pack. The nine-mile hike is mostly uphill, and after an hour I was exhausted and feeling weighed down by my heavy pack. My girlfriend envisioned a romantic getaway with charcuterie, creature comforts, and fancy beverages. We obviously had different visions for the experience: I pictured a no-frills backpacking trip and brought the bug spray and freeze-dried trail snacks. Adam Roy Executive Editor, Backpacker Several Bottles of Red Wineįor our first camping trip together, my then girlfriend (now wife) and I planned to hike to Conundrum Hot Springs outside of Aspen. That trail was rough-snowfields, deadfall, and so on-and thanks to years of lying in sunny windows, she’s pretty chunky. It was fun to see her getting into it but I don’t know if I’d make it a regular thing. But she eventually got comfortable exploring-sniffing around for voles, scratching downed trees, and so on. She doesn’t love water, which was a problem because the trail was wet and it stormed overnight while we were up there. Don’t ask me why I think it was half because I felt sorry that I had turned this desert-roaming feral feline into a housecat and half because I was jealous of my friends who had trail dogs. I once took my (indoor, mostly) cat on an early-season overnight on the Continental Divide Trail in Colorado, a little bit on a leash but mostly in a carrier strapped to my pack. We canvassed staff across Outside’s magazines and asked: What’s the strangest luxury item you’ve ever brought into the backcountry? A Cat “Fred the cat explores the CDT. At best, it elevates your experience at worst, you end up with a funny story about the time you lugged a beach umbrella up a mountain. Then there are the weird luxury items: the gourmet meals, the photo ops, the “I dragged this up here just because I could” pulls. A common one might be a paperback book, a camera, or a couple cans of brew. In backpacking parlance, a “luxury item” is anything you bring that you don’t need to-the gear that isn’t necessary to keep you safe, nourished, or warm, but enhances your experience in one way or another.
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