"My First Backpacking Trip"
Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 8:57 am
As I gear up for my second IR trip, I started thinking about my first backpacking trip and how both my gear and I have changed since then. I imagine a lot of us are in the same boat. I don't want to come off too much like a high school student writing an essay, but thought it would be fun to share my story.
I was never in scouts, and while my family did plenty of car camping and I did summer camp, I never did any sort of backpacking. I'm a child of the suburbs in the Midwestern plains. In 2014 I was having a crisis of confidence--not happy with my job, I was overweight, and just generally wanting something new. I started watching YouTube videos of people's experience on the Appalachian Trail, and wondered if that would be something for me. It seemed like a great escape from reality, and there were plenty of people like me who succeeded.
Realistically I knew I wasn't ready for something that crazy--remember, I'd never even touched a backpack that wasn't designed to hold books. But I did find out about something called the Superior Hiking Trail, and living in the Twin Cities at the time I couldn't pass up the opportunity to try it out. I took 3 weeks off work and planned to walk from Northern to Southern terminus that September. That was about 250 miles.
So I did what probably every novice backpacker has done and took to Amazon. I bought a cheap backpack that weighed over 6lbs. I also bought a $30 set of trekking poles. I got a tent from REI that was almost 5lbs. My sleeping bag, also from REI, was about 3 lbs. I got an inflatable AirRail mattress which was about 2lbs. I bought knee-high gaitors for my pants. I got a Sawyer Squeeze mini filter system and a platypus bottle, which was almost weightless--no bladder. My stove was a Caldera Cone system which I still use, and is very lightweight.
For food, I set myself up two maildrops along the way. I started out with all the good shit: jerky, bars, pasta sides, and even a jar of peanut butter. I had all my stuff planned out so well, right? Well all said and done, with food, multiple changes of clothing, heavy/bulky equipment, my pack was over 50lbs on the trail!
The first night I got to camp exhausted and after the sun started to set. I went to boil water and didn't use enough alcohol. I was too tired to bother a second go and just went to bed. I set up my tent improperly, which I would discover at 2AM when everything was sagging around me and I was literally shivering from the damp cold conditions. I was miserable.
The next couple days weren't too much better. The going was slow and I found myself having to rest a lot. I also had a real death march on day 3--over 18 miles including the stairway from hell at Devil's Kettle Falls and CR Magney park. I was chafing, had blisters, nausea, and didn't want to eat. Ended up throwing the gaitors and heavier food in the dumpster. One of my cheap poles wouldn't stay locked and was unusable. It was awful.
By the time I made it to Grand Marais (just 50 miles into my trip), I was having trouble concentrating and could barely walk. I checked in to the Mangy Moose Motel, and realized I was severely dehydrated. For all the preparation I did, I was not drinking nearly enough water, not even close. I really should have gone to the hospital, but instead I drank a lot of water and crashed on the bed. Called in my lifeline, ended my trip, and swore I'd never go backpacking again.
Fast forward a few years, and I've dropped 20lbs off my load, invested in higher quality equipment, learned that dehydrated food really is the only way to go for me, and most importantly DRINK MORE WATER. The only thing that's been constant for me is my cookset and my Darn Tough socks, but I have changed everything about my setup and can't imagine NOT backpacking.
I was never in scouts, and while my family did plenty of car camping and I did summer camp, I never did any sort of backpacking. I'm a child of the suburbs in the Midwestern plains. In 2014 I was having a crisis of confidence--not happy with my job, I was overweight, and just generally wanting something new. I started watching YouTube videos of people's experience on the Appalachian Trail, and wondered if that would be something for me. It seemed like a great escape from reality, and there were plenty of people like me who succeeded.
Realistically I knew I wasn't ready for something that crazy--remember, I'd never even touched a backpack that wasn't designed to hold books. But I did find out about something called the Superior Hiking Trail, and living in the Twin Cities at the time I couldn't pass up the opportunity to try it out. I took 3 weeks off work and planned to walk from Northern to Southern terminus that September. That was about 250 miles.
So I did what probably every novice backpacker has done and took to Amazon. I bought a cheap backpack that weighed over 6lbs. I also bought a $30 set of trekking poles. I got a tent from REI that was almost 5lbs. My sleeping bag, also from REI, was about 3 lbs. I got an inflatable AirRail mattress which was about 2lbs. I bought knee-high gaitors for my pants. I got a Sawyer Squeeze mini filter system and a platypus bottle, which was almost weightless--no bladder. My stove was a Caldera Cone system which I still use, and is very lightweight.
For food, I set myself up two maildrops along the way. I started out with all the good shit: jerky, bars, pasta sides, and even a jar of peanut butter. I had all my stuff planned out so well, right? Well all said and done, with food, multiple changes of clothing, heavy/bulky equipment, my pack was over 50lbs on the trail!
The first night I got to camp exhausted and after the sun started to set. I went to boil water and didn't use enough alcohol. I was too tired to bother a second go and just went to bed. I set up my tent improperly, which I would discover at 2AM when everything was sagging around me and I was literally shivering from the damp cold conditions. I was miserable.
The next couple days weren't too much better. The going was slow and I found myself having to rest a lot. I also had a real death march on day 3--over 18 miles including the stairway from hell at Devil's Kettle Falls and CR Magney park. I was chafing, had blisters, nausea, and didn't want to eat. Ended up throwing the gaitors and heavier food in the dumpster. One of my cheap poles wouldn't stay locked and was unusable. It was awful.
By the time I made it to Grand Marais (just 50 miles into my trip), I was having trouble concentrating and could barely walk. I checked in to the Mangy Moose Motel, and realized I was severely dehydrated. For all the preparation I did, I was not drinking nearly enough water, not even close. I really should have gone to the hospital, but instead I drank a lot of water and crashed on the bed. Called in my lifeline, ended my trip, and swore I'd never go backpacking again.
Fast forward a few years, and I've dropped 20lbs off my load, invested in higher quality equipment, learned that dehydrated food really is the only way to go for me, and most importantly DRINK MORE WATER. The only thing that's been constant for me is my cookset and my Darn Tough socks, but I have changed everything about my setup and can't imagine NOT backpacking.