Hiking When You Don't Really HikeLocation: Copland Track, New Zealand
Pursuiters: Emily Kopp & Robyn Butsko
That night, we cooked, and people stared. Confused, we took a look around to quickly discover that these avid hikers had packed efficiently (in contrast to us and our 6 lb portable gas stove). A long, sore, night of sleep later, we woke and began our trek back down to our beloved van. About an hour it, my feet began to bleed. Robyn wrapped the sores up with, you guessed it, tampons. We layered them up with socks, and soon enough, my virgin hike feet continued on the remaining 7 hour trek in a pair of second hand knock off Teva sandals. Many tears, moments of directional confusion, and motivational talks later, we saw the end of the path. Our beautiful Mazda Bongo never looked so beautiful. We had done it. And while our bodies felt wrecked our minds and hearts felt so fulfilled. Our eyes had seen the kind of beauty that one can only experience by foot. We had done it. Moral of the story here: Trust yourself. Also, don’t bring stoves with you on hikes.