The One Where I Went Backpacking...

Yes, I said backpacking. Now stop your giggling! It could happen to you too.

So, my two boys are in a Boy Scout troop and they have been on many backpacking outings with this troop. My husband often goes along and I wave from the driveway and blow kisses as they pull away. Well, husband always wants me to come on the Boy Scout adventures, but we have a daughter that gave up roughing it a couple of years ago and we could not leave her alone, so I never got to go camping or backpacking or whatever with the scouts. I do like to camp and hike, but the thought of hiking over hill and dale with a big backpack really wasn't appealing, so that was okay.


Flash back to a couple of months ago when I was at or very near my new weight and I realized that daughter was almost 17 and hey it might be fun to try something new - warning, when you lose a bunch of weight, you may engage in risky behavior, just because you can. So, I told hubby that I would be willing to go backpacking. You would have thought the man had won the lottery, he was so excited! So the troop was having a beginning backpacking outing and I signed up along with hubby and our youngest son, who happened to be the Youth Activity Coordinator for this outing and did a fine job of it too! Our other son decided he didn't want to get in youngest's way as the leader and stayed home with our daughter.

My pack with my lunch and two water bottles and all the stuff I needed to survive one night in the local mountains weighed 27 pounds. My hubby's weighed 35, but he was carrying the tent and a couple of other extras for himself. The hike to the camp area was about 2.5 miles uphill most of the way. The first mile was the hardest, but that is probably good because we were full of energy. We stopped for lunch on the trail not too far from the campsite.

The campsite sat on a small hill over looking a stream - really pretty, lots of trees, and of course the stream provided water which the scouts pumped for drinking and cooking. We set-up camp and then went on a day hike. I know you're thinking you just hiked with 27 extra pounds uphill in the snow, wait no snow yet, and you want to do more hiking. YES! It was a short hike without the backpacks of course to a beautiful waterfall. Now, keep in mind that it was pretty chilly for us Southern Californians, mid to high 50's during the day, and the water was cold, but the boys couldn't help themselves and got right into that water! My son was the one that got closest to the waterfall and boy was he proud.



That night it got really cold, like 45 at 6:00pm. The boys made jambalaya and it was the best thing I ever ate - I would never eat it at home as it was processed meat heaven (spam, vacuum packed chicken packets, and pepperoni), but I tell you it was hot and had some spice to it. Dessert was rice krispy treats. By 7, I was FREEZING, and headed to the tent to get into my sleeping bag. Hubby came along and we stayed up and talked for a couple of hours while we listened to the boys whooping and hollering and having a wonderful time.

The next morning, we heard a little pitter-patter on the tent and thought it must be rain. We were wrong, it was kinda a cross between hail and snow and eventually it was little snow flurries. Hubby thinks it was just snow blowing off the higher parts of the mountains, but either way it was really cool to see it and it was cold that morning too. We had a quick breakfast of oatmeal, hot cocoa, and pop-tarts, finished cleaning up the campsite, and headed down the trail. I was dressed in three layers, carrying the backpack, and hiking down the trail, and was still a little cold. It was beautiful to look out on blue skies and see these little snow crystals floating down. We made it back to the cars and all the way home.

It was a very enjoyable time and yes, I would do it again, maybe in a few weeks even. Here I am with hubby and son at the end.