Imagine waking up to a different view every day.
If you’re anything like me, your eyesight isn’t the best right after getting out of bed. You’re still a bit groggy, not fully awake. But that also means you have the pleasure of watching the world grow more and more detailed throughout the first few minutes of your morning. Sharper, more vibrant, hit by that beautiful orange-golden dawn. It’s really pretty, but after a full cycle of seasons, you’ve more or less seen it all.
Wouldn’t it be cooler to wake up to a vastly different view every morning? Rising and shining in the shadow of a mountain one morning, enjoying the view it provides the very next. That humid, musty forest air for breakfast, or a fresh breeze delivered by lakeside. No morning would be the same, no morning would be dull.
One of the many, easily over-romanticized appeals of wildernis backpacking.