In the year 2005, I decied to take a 4 day bacpacking trip. It was the first i would have done anything like, this. I was happy, i was going to do something, that i wanted to do. Iam the one that dished out the time and money to research the gear I needed.
The day started off pretty good I was there eating breakfast, and thinking of what kinda meals and stuff i needed. So i start making alist of food items i needed. Then my grandpa calls and asked if would help him move a couch with some other people, so i agreed, well the day went on and by the time we got done moving the couch, and came back home, the noon wistle of going off. Then mom and i got ready to leave for town, it had to be a fast trip, b/c the whole time i was helping move the couch, i could have been hiking the trail. but noooo, grandpa wanted to stand around and talk.
By the time I got back from town, it was already 4 pm, my dad was just getting home and saw me in the huse with all my gear spread out, and food covering the table, and yells, ” YOU HAVE NOT LEFT YET!” Thats when i told him about the day. So he jumps in and helps me pack and haluts everything out to the car. As we are driving up there, we are talking about how i will stay in contact and quizes me on survival and what nots. We finally reach the trail head, as i jump out of the car, i stand there, with a 7000 cubic inch backpack, with every piece of gear i own. as i look around, there is a small pond with a tiny island, just big enough for one person, on each side there is two tree stumps. Over the tree stumps there is green, 2 person kayak, amost acting like a roof over it. Then under neath it sat a man and a women, they had a small fire going, i am not sure if they were going stsay there, or just hanging out. for the day.
