18 Oct 2014 — 24 Nov 2014

The Camino was my first “real” backpacking trip. Prior to taking on the 1300-year-old pilgrimage, I’d never done much more than light weekend hikes and occasional camping overnighter. I had certainly never taken on a 500-mile cross-country trek.

And while walking for five weeks — through mountains and plains and heat and cold and rain and fog and so many blisters — isn’t the easiest way to break one’s backpacking cherry, I can’t imagine one better. For all the challenges and headaches and soggy, waterloggy days, there were also fast friendships and singular experiences and indelible memories.

You never forget your first, and I can’t see myself ever losing of the memory of those five amazing weeks.

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