So Doug and I were having a conversation as we started packing in on Friday about the similarities backpacking has to this earth life. Since we've been home I have really pondered this as I've thought back over our experience.
We arrive at the parking lot full of excitement and enthusiam ready for whatever adventure may await us. We're somewhat annoyed as we head to the Ranger Station where we are given instruction about our safety and being prepared for any unfortunate incident. We are told how to protect ourselves, how to clean up after ourselves and basically given the rules. We then head back to the parking lot where we check our packs to make sure we have all the things that we will need for this journey: food, shelter, warm clothes, cooking items, water purification, extra shoes, all the things that will sustain us, protect us and keep us safe. After loading the packs on our backs and adjusting them for comfort for the long haul we head to the trail head where mom and dad see us off. With a few pictures to remember the moment, hugs and a "we'll see ya when you get back! Have a good time, be careful and we'll be here to pick ya up!" they wave us off as we head down the trail.
As the day wears on some of the enthusiasm fades as our packs become heavy, blister's begin to wear, kids begin to complain and there is the occasional "come apart". There are obstacles along the way like the slough and river crossing's and even our own selves become somewhat of an obstacle as our bodies and minds want to stop. And of course there is the ever present danger of a bear lurking around. But we continue on. We chose to do this knowing it would be difficult at times but knowing the reward at the end would be worth it. We also realize how fortunate we are to be sharing this experience together. The words of encouragement, the singing, the games, and of course the beautiful scenery lift our spirits and help us to be grateful that we are with each other.
As our adventure ends and we head off the trail a little bruised and battered we know that mom and dad will be waiting with a sandwich and Pepsi to hear all about our journey.
I listened to the girls singing "Families Can Be Together Forever" as we walked through Bechler Meadow and it really impacted me as I watched us all walking along, packs loaded and heavy, dirty and tired, but all together. It made me realize how grateful I am that we are and eternal family and that we are here to help each other along this trail. This is why I love backpacking!