I need to write something. It’s been three days and even though it was a pretty shitty weekend, there must be something to say.
I…I spent a couple of hours today obsessing about whether or not I should bring a walking stick when I hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu at the end of May. I don’t normally hike with a walking stick, but after reading well over a dozen blogs, every “expert” says you should bring or rent a stick.
Packing for trips can be a little exhausting for someone like me. Every scenario is considered and acted out, in full detail, in my mind. I can picture everything from the moment I may need a safety pin, through chipping a tooth and right on to slipping and plummeting to my death. I want to be prepared.
I have to carry everything on my back for this trip. Now that I have purchased my super cool pack and it’s confirmed that my teeny tiny sleeping bag will fit, I have moved on to other things that I may be happy I included when I finish Dead Woman’s Pass (nope, I didn’t make that name up) on day two.
Toilet paper, hand sanitizer, rain poncho. I have a list, and even though I will arrive in Cusco, Peru like the good girl scout I never was, something unexpected will happen during my four day trek. The unplanned always happens no matter how many zip lock bags a girl brings. I suppose that’s part of the fun, the unknown, the crazy story I’ll never be able to anticipate.
Even so, I always dream of being that person with the forethought to bring the small piece of rope that saves the group when we are dangling from a mudslide. You know when all hope is lost, I just open my zippy pouch thing and something I remembered to bring saves the day. Kind of like James Bond or that Angelina Jolie movie…yeah, she had a backpack too.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Do I Need a Sleeping Pad?