Dude, Craig, jarlsberg men don't have tears. Prepare to fall on your Ti stake the next time I see you.
But since we're confessing our Ultralight love, I might as well come out of the closet myself. My first BPL hike was several years ago with total strangers, 3 days in Rae Lakes. It was an amazing trip for me, one that formed lifelong friendships and set the bar for all of my trips since. although i dont get to see these folks often enough, i consider them close personal friends of mine and I look forward to hiking with them every year.
In the years since then, I have had the good fortune of going on many more memorable trips with BPL people. Everything from quick overnights in my local backcountry, to the GGG, to 80-mile Sierra hikes, to ultras in the desert. The connections I've made with various people during these experiences have had a huge impact on me. I've rolled in the dirt laughing and I've put my arm around a friend in need. I've spurred on a friend when they struggled to continue, and I've been inspired to push on when my own body threatened to quit. I've shared a silent Zen-walk through paradise with one, and whooped and howled with outspread arms across wind swept ridges with another.
Then there's Craig, the only mofo still up with me, enjoying nature by drinking chupacabras piss around the fire and swinging butt-naked from the trees, talkin' about gettin' up extra early and gettin' our 18 miles in before the hangover sets in. Dude is solid. And no, that's not a tear, I just got some campfire smoke in my eyes.