Dear Packs,
We’ve spent a lot of time together, you and I, and I’ve notice something: no one ever tells you how great you are. We’ll I’m here to right that wrong.
You’re welcome.
To my Kelty Trekker– Thank you for not breaking like Eddie’s Jansport.
To my Kelty Super Tioga, bought one size too large so I could grow into it– Things could have been great for us. Then I stopped growing. I know I let you down, but I promise, it’s me that got the short end of the stick.
To Padre’s North Face Big Shot– We went to Tibet together once.
That was pretty great.
To my Camelbak M.U.L.E– You look so big, but you hold so little.
It’s endearing.
To my Osprey Exos 38– I’m sorry.
When I bought you, I thought you were the pack for me. I thought we would be together forever. But then I saw this beauty:
And well, Exos 38, things would just never be the same between us. But hey, I heard you found a new beau:
And you seem to be happy.
That’s good. You deserve to be happy.
To my Camelbak Octane 24– Thank you for being just light enough that I can never justify leaving you at home.
To my Arc’Teryx Miura 30– What can I even say?
Well, for one you’ve stuck with me through thick…
…and thin…
…and even through not very funny fat jokes. You’ve seen snow in the desert, tropical beaches, and climbed across the Great Wall of China.
Nearly every picture on this blog was taken with you on my back.
Padre liked you so much he bought one just like you.
And he doesn’t like anything.
You’re getting old, old friend.
And my duct tape isn’t going to hold you together forever.
But don’t worry about that now, we’ve got hikes to go on.
To my Arc’teryx Bora 80– You are an absurd pack. Way too heavy. Way too big. Way more pack than I could ever need.
Let’s be best friends.
To my RED Patagonia Ascentionist 35– F U
To my GREY Patagonia Ascentionist 35– You seem pretty great.
Don’t be like your brother.
And last by not least, To my Osprey Poco Premium–You are important.
Very, very important.
Sure, Osprey might have upgraded you to a new model EXACTLY ONE WEEK AFTER WE BOUGHT YOU.
And yeah, Toddler Jack, gives us looks of sheer terror every time we put him in you.
But you are important.
Very, very important.
Don’t forget that.
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Max Wilson is a graduate student studying ecology at Arizona State University. He writes here at Lesser Places, occasionally for Backpacker.com, and even more occasionally for scientific journals. You can follow him on twitter @maxomillions.
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