Dad was a Boy Scout Troop Leader, and for years I thought that was his job. Always wanted to grow up to be him. Clearly remember accompanying the “big guys” on their hikes into the Sierras when I was 5, 6, 7 years old. Dad passed away this last year, and I’ve decided after 15 years of not slapping on a pack, I’m going out. I’ve been motorcycle camping for the last 6 years, but that’s a different animal…Just hiked 2,000 miles of the PCT in ’11. Riding CA to NY in ’12.