Early in our marriage I took my dayhike and camping loving wife on a couple of backpacking trips. The results were… mixed. She enjoyed spending more time in the wilderness, but was not a big fan of the comfort concessions that came with it. Highest on her list of dislikes was sleeping on the ground, followed by “things that go bump in the night”, steep uphills, sore feet, and my inability to change any of it.
What I remember the most is that when she wasn’t happy, neither was I. When I backpack solo or with other backpacking friends I get immersed in the experience and all the discomforts drop away. But when I backpacked with my wife, my focus was on her and her experience. And when the going got rough, it was tough on both of us.
We mutually decided that she liked a different kind of outdoor experience than I did, and that was OK. We have plenty of opportunity to be outdoors together with dayhikes and camping. Backpacking is my thing. There are other things she does without (thankfully) me. Shared experiences are marvelous, no doubt about it, but our differences keep things interesting too.


