This was more challenge than I bargained for. I became dizzied and unbalanced due to my heavy pack. But I collected my composure. Perched almost 5,000 feet high, we alternately climbed, slithered, and crawled upward until the painful toil of every muscle screamed out. At last, we had reached the top.
At the trail shelter later that evening, I reflected on my freshly learned lessons about backpacking. The most important one has remained with me for over two decades: A positive frame of mind is of paramount importance in the wilderness. I try to be one with mountains and read their moods and adapt to whatever comes my way, using whatever resources I have at the time. My mind is always a resource. That’s why I rely on it as my most trusted piece of equipment.
There are many physical reasons to get outside, too. On the trail, calories are furiously consumed. The legs get an absolute workout, toting body and gear. Setting up and operating in camp, gathering wood, bending over to erect your shelter, and scrambling over rocks and roots all work your muscles in ways no machine can recreate.
Like the rain clouds overhead, the ever-changing natural gymnasium of the great outdoors continues to shape both my body and spirit.
Johnny Molloy, the author of over 40 outdoor guidebooks, resides in Johnson City, Tenn., though he averages 180 nights per year camping out. Learn more at johnnymolloy.com.
