At the end of a long and tough day on the trail, where you wondered at 3 PM with miles to go if the map mileage was really correct, where you somehow just didn’t have the zip you had yesterday you really need to stop, make camp, eat and sleep.
So finally you get to your camp and get that pack off. Ahhhh!
Unpack the tent/ tarp/ hammock, put it up. Unpack your air mattress and pump bag/clothes bag and pump up that inviting mattress, put it in your shelter. Pull your sleeping bag from its stuff sack, fluff it up and lay it on the air mattress.
Then out comes the cookware, the stove and fuel. assemble the stove and any wind break, stove legs, etc. Get out your entree du jour. Boil water, pour into freezer bag bag, pop it into your cozy and set aside for 10 minutes. Mix some flavored drink and soon you’re ready to eat. So you stuff yourself because you’r hungrier than you thought.
Now to lean back on your pack propped against a big rock to eat a Snickers and finish that drink, maybe even take off your boots and wish for camp shoes you wisely left in the car.
The sun has already set and the pinkish-purple alpenglow has hit the mountains beautifully. But as the mountains begin to turn to gray your body says, “It’s time for bed – please.” so off with the day clothes, on with the sleep shirt and into that bag or quilt on that luxurious mattress that is now worth every one of those 15 oz.
The next thing you know is sunlight beginning to light up your tent and it’s 5:30 AM “already”.
Ahh, you lay there and recall the previous evening and just realize that long trail days mean a good night’s sleep. The Zen of camp and sleep. But just as you finish breakfast it’s raining like mad and looks like an all day soaker. The Zen of decisions. A zero day in your tent/tarp with a cold lunch, or pack up a wet shelter, don rain gear and have a wet day’s hike. What any can you “afford” to do, time wise, food wise and boredom-wise? Truly here, no decision IS a decision. Zen. Again.


