>>2698278On my lunch break about to go camping later in the day, but feeling depressed and missing a lot of my old friends. So here’s a story when I was far less /out/ inclined and had total fear failure.
>be me 24 years old (28 years old now)>have super outdoorsy friend from college that moved back to Vermont for work.>he wants to hike the long trail, unfortunately I’m poor and have to be a wagie (ended up buying a house later that year so worth)>we decide to hike a segment of it, cool beans I thought! I don’t have to drop several hundred on decent UL gear so I threw on my old 65L pack and threw in a nice blanket, a 4P marmot tent, basic food, a flashlight and threw on an old pair of timberlands I had. >we drive both our cars to the start of the trail near Smugs notch and we park his car by some trail 20/30 miles away. Park get out and start hiking.>make it halfway and notice my bag starts ripping. Fuck I say, figure we can keep going until we reach the leanto.>realize I was totally unprepared for this, my bag weighs twice as much as my friends, I have no trekking poles, and my feet are killing me. >we get to the shelter and I assess the damage. The whole fucking side where the shoulder straps are on is totally frayed. (Pic related)>spend the remaining 2 hours of light sewing my bag up, end up making it look semi respectable. >hear my friend start swearing, he turns the corner from the lean to and he broke the vodka bottle we brought for the next two days. Turns out the retard had it facing forwards the outside of the bag and he wacked it on a branch breaking the neck off. Fortunately there’s still about half the vodka still in the remaining bottle so we sacrifice a bottle of water to hold the remaining. >smoke some dope, drink some vodka, sleep and have a good night. Look at the countryside and actually feel pretty good.ffw tomorrow:
>wake up groggy and not comfortable, sleeping pad was not all that. >walk about three miles, my bag breaks. 