Tightening up the laces on my hiking boots, securing my pony tail through the back of my red ball cap, and snugging down the straps on my Camelbak, I’m ready to hit the trail. I love the name of my pack, Cloudwalker, cuz’ it keeps me going and inspires my feet to be light.

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The heaviest weight I carry is the water, 2-3 liters depending on the hike distance. I love setting off, filling my lungs with the smell of pine and the chill morning air, and having the cheery company of Elaine.

Over the last few years, we’ve learned a lot about hiking. We’ve come to understand that you don’t hike all the way to your destination without fueling as you go. That drinking water all along the way stops a dehydration headache. That good boots save your feet, but even then, after eighteen miles (or less!), the dogs will bark. Loudly. That you cannot continue to push on when you still have to hoof it back to the trailhead parking and you’re on the edge of “that little bit more is going to do me in.” That a well-earned Salted Nut Roll from your hiking fairy-godmother can get you just that much further on the return trip. That a destination “us-ie” is essential. And, if at all possible, McGill’s World of Ice-Cream is a must upon returning to town.