Essay About Backpacking

820 Words2 Pages

Backpacking is something a lot of people do in the northwest. There is something thrilling about carrying your whole life on your back and tromping through the woods forgetting about most of the things you left back where all the civilization is. You have a group of your closest friends with you. You know they are your greatest friends because they are willing to follow you into the woods where things like bears and big cats live. But just because backpacking is something a lot of people chose this to be one of their hobbies doesn’t mean we are all responsible.

Last spring I talked a friend of mine, my brother and my brothers friend to go to the Hoh Rainforest in the middle of it’s rainy season for a weekend backpacking trip. For those who …show more content…

Because we got tot the trail head around 10pm we decided to stop at the three mile mark where there was a pretty good sized campsite right along side the Hoh river. We ran into some deer that were not happy we were there and they did not seem scared of us to say the least. We ignored them anyway and set up camp in the dark and tried to get a fire going. We were still passing around the flask having a good time. Unfortunately no matter how hard we worked to keep the fire going the rain kicked in and prevented the fire from being a fire. According to the weather report the next day was supposed to be less …show more content…

To prevent our clothes from getting soaked we just went in our thermal underpants. We got lost a few times and walked along the river but eventually stumbled back to camp without killing ourselves. Me and my buddy got in our tent, but he decided to take a leak first. All you could hear was a few stumbles and then a loud thud. My brother yelled out “did you fall?” and you heard a faint voice respond “yeah”. He got back up and you could here a few more stumbles, then there was a good amount of silence and then another loud thud. At this point I thought he’d never make it back so I got up and saw him laying there kind of in the same position you would see a cat playing with a ball of yarn. I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him back to the

Open Document