I’m headed to the woods this weekend and that’s practically all I can think about. It’s just a car camping trip to the Queens River Trailhead, not a backpacking trip, but still. I’ll be out there, right next to the wilderness, breathing in the fresh, cool mountain air and seeing the incredibly starry night sky.
Last year, we started our camping season a bit early, but this year we had to wait for Memorial Day weekend. I’m itching to get out there. I don’t know if I’ll even remember to bring everything I want to bring because I just want to be there now. As long as I have the basics, the essentials, who cares about luxuries?
I hope this is the year we find some morel mushrooms. I hope I can either make a fire with a spindle and bow or watch Ambrose make one. Either way would be pretty cool. I’m going to learn how to make a snare and I’m going to scout out how high the Queens and Little Queens Rivers are running.
Every season of backpacking so far has been different. Each one has had its own special moments, like the time we hiked through a blizzard in June, or the small section of the PCT in California, or last year’s incredible coast hike. I’m looking forward to discovering what this one has in story and it’s almost here!