I recently embarked on a 40 mile backpacking trip during an outdoorsy camp I went to in the heart of the Adirondack’s. While packing various fleece items, bug-spray, assorted mis-matched woolen socks and such, I looked over to my Nikon sitting on a nearby shelf. Do I really need to take this, I thought, looking down to my already overstuffed backpack. Something in me, despite the fact that it could get smashed, permanently lost or just flat out be a waste of space, realized sometimes you need to take opportunities to capture shots that you can only get while being attacked by mosquitos in the middle of the woods. After long days of hiking 7-11 miles, I would sit down in a mess of sleeping bags, dig out my camera and wander about, snapping shots of all the magnificent wilderness that surrounded me. One of the nights we slept on the summit of a mountain and woke up to witness a truly spectacular sunrise that bled stunning oranges and reds all over the neighboring mountain ranges. Thankfully, my Nikon did not get smashed or lost in the process of the trip and I found it to certainly not be a waste of space. Now I can look at this old camera of mine with a new fondness, knowing its traveled with me through the rough and rocky, and collected so many memories along the way. Here are an assortment of shots I took during my time on trail!
cheesy sausage potato blob…the ultimate greasy trail food