Mahala dropped her pack and wandered away to the bathroom, and I started to dig in the little side pocket of my pack for the keys, yelling that I would get the car started. I dug. And I dug. And I wanted to die. The keys weren’t in the tiny side pocket. No, no, no,…

We woke up the next morning freezing, muscles aching more then I can ever articulate, and exhausted from lack of sleep. We laid in our bags for a long time. We chatted about the days journey back and forth, and made our plan. I could feel a tension in the air, like there was something…

Sup Losers. Today’s story is about two girls who decided to try backpacking on a whim, prepared TERRIBLY, got their butts kicked, and had the time of their lives. Let’s get to it. Like all great ideas Mahala and I come up with, this one happened in a Starbucks when we were just a little…