Not a competition. A "fer-realz" reality show.
This is the issue that lurks just beneath the waves of a lot of backcountry discussions.
I have a buddy who lives out in CA. We did a little bit a hiking together and a whole lotta talking about the backcountry. He asked me once, if I was still satisfied doing "pedestrian" trips in the White of New Hampshire. Pedestrian.
My daughter this spring pounded the table when we were making plans for the summer. "I want to climb Mt. Washington. It's the highest in the state, right?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Because I want to do something... you know... that's
LEGIT. You know, something
real."
So, that's the core question. What makes a backcountry venture real, or legit?
The fact of the matter is, that 99% of us aren't in the woods on real military operations. And we're not out there "surviving" because our plane went down unexpectedly. We're out there because we choose to be there as a form of very well-off, very modern and very romantic (as in the Romantic period and ethos) recreation.
Please note, I'm not dismissing recreation. I believe very strongly in the re-creative aspect of wilderness experience but that's because I also believe pretty strongly in this as an very old way of understanding the creator (which people are free to define any old way that suits them, just to be clear). "He went to the hills." In this way, I get re-created, or made new. And that's pretty real, or at least to me.
But there's more to it. It's peaks bagged. Points on a map connected. Sense of wonder. Sense of accomplishment. Reminder of something nearly lost or only in echos? I dunno. Something "LEGIT", as my daughter put it.
You know what I'm interested in? I'm interested in very pedestrian backcountry trips in which people have a modicum of knowledge and good sense and they go out, have a good time, don't destroy the wild places they visit and come back without incident, without emergency, without panic, without all the survival angst.
I'm getting to the point of seeing all of the "survival" discussion as being a proxy for our (not entirely wrong) fear that our rich, modern infrastructure that produces Primaloft, 12C27, Coleman Fuel and GoreTex might collapse.
Maybe the more "fer-relz" thing to do would be to drop the RAT teams into a slum in Rio.
This is some of that crap that rolls through my brain when I go to places like this...
Beaver Pond, NH by
Pinnah, on Flickr