For me it started at age five 1965. Mom Dad and three boys 5, 7 and 13. The Sierra Nevada was the playing field. We backpacked every year on trips lasting from a week to several with food and supply stops disbursed throughout. For me looking back I am so glad my folks loved the outdoors, animals and nature. We wood not see anyone on the trail or at a camp site for days at a time. When we did meet someone on trail it was awesome and usually would join groups for a day or two. The like minded people remind me of why I enjoy OB so much. We would cross country (off trail) from time to time and discover our own spot for a couple of days and then move on. My folks taught us to navigate using a compass and topo map. Our Aunt and uncle and two cousins would join us most years for at least a week. We learned to rock climb and snow and ice climb in Yosemite valley and Tuolumne Meadows. In the winter no downhill skiing it was cross country skiing. I recall the absolute silence in a snow covered meadow and it was amazing. I backpacked until I joined the service in 1982. I hope this will remind you, we all do this because of something or someone in our past or present that has stimulated the desire to see and explore. I thank you all very much!!!!!
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