How to Do Laundry on a Backpacking Trip

I didn’t plan to do laundry on my two week backpacking trip along the John Muir Trail.

That’s right. Two quick-dry tees. Two sports bras. Two longsleeve shirts. Two pairs of pants. Two pairs of socks. Two pairs of underwear. Two weeks of hiking. Zero days of laundry.

I didn’t plan on doing laundry until I discovered the true stench potential of the human body — more specifically of my human body. It was quite impressive and even made its mark on my puffy jacket. My socks more closely resembled crispy tortilla chips than cloth. My pants seemed to have dirt permanently rubbed into the fabric. And I won’t even mention my unmentionables.

This is when the wise words of a man I met on the trail known as Mr. Clean really sank in: It’s nice to have clean clothes.

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JMT Day 1: Ask and You Shall Receive

Date: 8/18/17 | Miles Hiked: 5

Today was supposed to be easy.

With my permit requiring me to spend my first night at Little Yosemite Valley, I only had five miles between the trailhead and my first night of camping. From there I planned to complete Half Dome as a day hike. But nothing is ever as easy as it seems. Continue reading “JMT Day 1: Ask and You Shall Receive”

Why Backpackers are Obsessed with Smartwater

If you’ve been doing research for an upcoming backpacking trip, you might have noticed that many backpackers use Smartwater bottles in place of a Nalgene. This seems counter-intuitive.

Why would a backpacker — a lover of nature — use a disposable water bottle?

The answer to this perplexing question can mainly be answered based on how that backpacker filters water in the backcountry. But there are a few other reasons why Smartwater is a smart choice on the trail.

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JMT Day 0: Welcome to the Jungle

Date: 8/17/2017 | Miles Traveled: 1,202 (Fort Collins > Fresno)

So. This is thru-hiking.

The morning started promising with an early rise, a personal ride to the airport and my ideal airport arrival time of one hour before boarding. I felt more anxious than excited, tearing up during the goodbye and wishing more than ever to be going on this trip with my husband.

At the airport I noticed my flight’s departure changed from 7 a.m. to 8 a.m., which still put me in a good position to catch my connecting flight at LAX. I settled in near my gate and waited to board.

Hitch #1:

I was paged to the gate desk. What? Me? I’d always wondered what happened to the people who belonged to the names I heard at the airport. And now the name belonged to me. What excitement awaited?

I had isobutane in my checked bag. Confused and thinking about a tiny aerosol I had packed in my toiletries, I asked if this was the problem. “No, isobutane. Camping fuel. You definitely can’t bring that on a plane. It could cause a huge explosion.” Oooooooh. Duh.

camping fuel airplane

How did I look up traveling with aerosals and bear spray but not think about stove fuel? Dumb. It was removed, my bag was still traveling, I was told everything else should be intact. Fine. I could just buy fuel in Yosemite. But my fuel had been near the bottom of my bag, which caused my mind to begin racing with what-ifs of other items that could have been removed or not repacked.

Hitch #2:

A tire had to be changed on our plane. We didn’t leave Denver until 9 a.m., which led to

Hitch #3:

I missed my connecting flight from Las Angeles to Fresno and

Hitch #4:

I was going to miss the last bus to Yosemite.

We touched down at LAX just before 10 a.m., raising my hopes that I could somehow still catch my 10:20 flight to Fresno. But we taxied for over 20 minutes, and as luck would have it my connecting flight departed ten minutes early.

I was re-routed to a 2:30 flight. I called my husband, mainly to update him, and he immediately started looking into alternative flights and transportation to Yosemite. I did the same, focusing on how I’d get to the trailhead.

Finding buses and trains to Yosemite that had final departure times just after the time we were set to land, I asked the flight attendant at my gate if there were any earlier flights. She said I just missed one that left at 10:20. Yeah. That was my flight. I asked if there were earlier flights through other airlines and she said I’d have to look into that myself. Apparently airlines aren’t responsible for missed connections due to delays.

Crawling internet speed and an outdated, dimly-lit terminal made the situation seem hopeless. Everything had to be booked online. As a phone-aversed person, this should have been great. But with a huge lack of internet speed I was frustrated and instantly aged 30 years. Don’t these places list phone numbers? How do I talk to a real person? Millennials ruin everything!

This led to cry #1. I wasn’t even on the trail yet. How would I handle changing plans on the trail if I couldn’t do so in an airport? I was lonely already. Why did I do this? At least with a travel buddy these things can turn into jokes. Alone it’s just depressing.

Spirits were at an all-time low. I decided that once I got to Fresno I’d spend the night and take the 3:40 a.m. bus to Yosemite, which would get me there just before 8 a.m. My original plan was to pick up my permit the day before and get an early start hiking. Now I’d have to wait for the permit office and general store to open the morning of my start date before I could take off, so 8 a.m. was ideal.

I listened to Brandi Carlile on the short flight from LA to Fresno, which somehow made me tear up and feel better at the same time.

My mood improved at the Fresno airport, with murals of Yosemite and giant faux sequoia trees surrounding me. Seeing my bag on the carousel brought instant relief, as did the fact that only the camp fuel was missing from my pack.

Fresno airport sequoias

I asked a security guard where the YARTS bus to Yosemite picked up, explaining that I was taking the early bus the following day. He pointed out the pick-up location and a great spot in the airport where I could hang out and have some privacy, assuming I was spending the night. He raved about the small airport’s security, saying that it’s very common for backpackers to sleep there.

I hung around the airport for a while before deciding that the hard floors and florescent lights would make for a difficult night of sleeping. In the end I shelled out $109 for a night at the Wyndham, a hotel across the street from the airport. I could use a bonus shower and a restful night’s sleep before starting the hike.

The day was a reality check. I wondered if I was mentally ready for the trail. Cali gave me a good hazing and reminded me that nothing is certain. I will feel lonely. And spirits will rise and fall with each new challenge.

But the lows will make the highs feel even better. And a positive mindset is all about perspective, right? I’d gladly take the time to reorganize my pack and watch some Gilmore Girls at the hotel. But I was determined to make that bus. There was a JMT permit with my name on it, and I was officially excited to start the trail.

John Muir Trail Gear: My Complete Backpacking Packing List

Two weeks. Two-hundred twelve miles. How do you pack for such a trip? Packing for a backpacking trip, whether it’s the John Muir Trail, a different thru-hike or a weekend getaway, can be a difficult task. What you bring can’t be left in a hotel room or the spare bedroom of a friend; it’s with you for the long-haul. Overpacking means carrying extra weight, and underpacking means forgetting potentially vital items.

My John Muir Trail packing list sticks with the basics. While a few of my items might be considered luxuries, for the most part I’m sticking with only what I absolutely need to avoid hauling extra weight over the trail’s seven mountain passes.

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Don’t Doubt Me: A Plea From Outdoor Women

Don’t doubt me. By the time I’ve decided to do something, I’ve already talked myself out of it and back into it a dozen times. If the conversation were truly with myself, I wouldn’t have a problem saying yes sooner. But in reality, you were there, too, doubting. Telling me why I shouldn’t do it. Going over the dangers. Saying I’d be better off staying at home.

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Colorado Backpacking: Rawah Wilderness

Backpacking in Colorado is a rewarding experience that offers incredible views to those willing to put in the effort. One of my favorite places to backpack in Colorado has it all: mountain vistas, alpine lakes and no crowds. Oh, and did I mention moose? This magical place is known as Rawah Wilderness.

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What Traits Make up an Outdoor Enthusiast?

Recently the topic of my John Muir Trail thru-hike came up with someone I had just met. He was excited about my trip and asked what led me to this moment in my life, stating that I must be a rather competitive person to want to do such a trek.

He wasn’t wrong. I am competitive, but in a quiet way that is endearing on the surface, held to a fire within that only boils over in the company of my closest friends and family. I was surprised that a complete stranger would give me such a title.

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How to Tell Your Family You’re Doing a Thru-Hike

Deciding to do a thru-hike is easy. But telling loved ones about such a trip? That can be a challenge.

After about a week of being denied a permit for the John Muir Trail, I was elated when the email came through granting me access to this incredible hike. As excited as I was, an uneasy feeling rooted itself in my gut: fear. Not of bears or getting lost or sleeping alone outside, but the looming anxiety of telling my parents.

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