No more backpacking! What next?

[Wandering Daisy]

Luckily I have lots of good role models who have shown me how to age gracefully as a backpacker. My Mom backpacked until her 70's then day hiked helping mothers of young children learn to hike. She now is 91, lives in a retirement home and does laps around the courtyard. She loves to play "wi" sports. Hey, maybe there will be "wi" backpacking by the time we get 90. I cannot count how many old geezers I meet out in the boonies who now use horses. They always have tons of food and everytime I stop to talk to them, I get fresh apples, candy and booze. My best friends father took his last big game hunt (on horses) in Canada when he was 85. I met an older lady on the trail with a dutiful son behind her carrying EVERYTHING! Hey, she changed his diapers how many years? My son-in-law is an orthopedic surgeon - lots can be fixed now - and more maybe in the future. And there is plenty of light gear out there. I now do a 10-day trip with no more than 35 pounds on my back. Years ago, I was going up over Lamark Col. I met two old guys with a gallon jug of whiskey lashed to a pack. They were literally creeping up the trail. They invited me over for cocktails but I ended up hiking further. The purpose of their trip - showing each other where they wanted their ashes burried and drinking as much whiskey as possible.

And, how old are all you old guys anyway?

Give up, Never!! Just adjust expectations. Adjust how you backpack. Live for each moment. Be creative. I think if you really love the mountains (versus simply liking the athletics of backpacking) you will find a way. If my backpack trip when I am 90 is two miles, so be it.

[Timberline]

Give up, Never!! Just adjust expectations. Adjust how you backpack. Live for each moment. Be creative. I think if you really love the mountains (versus simply liking the athletics of backpacking) you will find a way. If my backpack trip when I am 90 is two miles, so be it.

Gosh, I love that spirit, Wandering Daisy! See you on the trail!

[balzaccom]

I expect to be so successful in my next career that I will be able to hire strong young people to carry me into the mountains on a sedan chair.

Half Dome is probably out, though.

[frediver]

My hope is to drop dead on my last solo trip, get devoured by a bear, and end up as bear ****!

Seriously!

Mike

Agree

[giantbrookie]

I honesty will work my hardest to backpack at a very advanced age. If in fact I do last long enough for my body to be broken down enough not to allow backpacking, I have plenty of intellectual pursuits that do not require moving around (plus drinking beer and wine don't take too much physical effort). I will cope, just as I did when I had to quit playing basketball, something I thought I would never be able to do without---this still bothers me to some extent of course. "Daddy go up and dunk" "Son, I can't even jump over a dime, anymore". "PLEEEEZE..." "If I try, I will probably end up in a hospital". For someone who once a high-flyer, this hurts, but one of the reasons I gave up playing was so that my backcountry years would be extended. I hope I don't have to worry about giving up backpacking, but if I ever do, I'll figure it out.

[LMBSGV]

Wonderful post giantbrookie. The "I hope I don't have to worry about giving up backpacking, but if I ever do, I'll figure it out." sums up my attitude. As I mentioned in Maverick's Trip Planning thread, when I can't do the gnarly stuff any more, I'll do the easy cross country and when I can't do that car camping or staying in a cabin. While becoming a bear's meal is appealing on one level, I think my wife and son wouldn't like living with that memory of my demise. I have considered staggering out with my walker or cane into the middle of Tuolumne Meadows at sunset and consuming lots of bourbon, some potent marijuana, cocaine, and, if still needed, a handful of the prescription drugs I will probably be under doctor's orders to consume on a daily basis.

[mokelumnekid]

Like you all, backpacking is a joy that is special- but I guess I tend to be forward looking in that there are always new things to do and try in many venues of experience. If I find that physical infirmity prevents me from backpacking I'm confident that I will be able to revision my experience of the world to provide engagement, delight and surprise in equal measure. To be honest it isn't the prospect of not backpacking that sobers me, but to have experienced the loss of dear friends and companions, these are dimensions of loss that chill me most.

An anecdote on courage and grace in aging. I have been 'learning' to blow glass for almost ten years and it is freakin' hard. I've barely gotten past not sucking, let alone being any good. But anyway, one day a few years back I was in a make-up class and I was paired with a beginner. "Oh s-t," I thought to myself, this is the worst as working with a beginner guarantees that a complicated piece will fail (team work is essential). Anyway, this beginner was a 75+ year old woman, who was pretty shaky. I thought "My god, how will I keep her from injuring herself? Let alone having any kind of constructive experience." Well we set to work, and I resolved to help her be as successful as possible, even correcting some of her mistakes when she wasn't looking. But still, her piece was awful- wonky, kind of collapsed on one side, colors all wrong. But as we finished she looked straight at me, and said, "Isn't this beautiful?" Well gang, I lost it, I walked straight out in the alley behind the hot shop and burst into tears. That woman SCHOOLED me, and I am forever in her debt. She understood through the fading skill of touch and sight, that the act, the urge to create, to find the courage to go into that environment, to stand before all and seek that connection, regardless of the outcome, was where the beauty and grace existed. Talk about angels visits!

I never saw her again, and I wish I had that clumsy, chunky piece she made. So that I could have a reminder that as time turns us back inward to ourselves, that the touchstone of essential experience is still there.

[quentinc]

MK, lovely story. I'd hope to have even a fraction of that lady's level of self-acceptance and contentment when I reach 75.

Otherwise, I'm so frightened by this thread that it motivated me to go out and do my interval sprints (part of my alleged new training regime). At the end of my last interval, I clung to the hood of a parked car, doubled over, gasping for breath, on the verge of puking my guts out, and I thought to myself: "isn't this beautiful?"

[hikerduane]

My neighbor who in the 70's and 80's went out unsupported for a month at a time hasn't had a pack on in years. He is in his early 60's now. He is a woodworker, can build about anything. His knees and mostly his hips are shot. He has had replacement surgery, so has some visions of borrowing my gear for a shot at least one night out. His is hulkier than me, so will be a miracle if my gear works for him. I don't know what I will do with my time, volunteer when I get older and am retired. Not sure I'll be doing this that much longer and I'm only 57. Was hoping to bag Whitney in my 80's.

[dave54]

I feel myself nearing that stage with each passing year. My joints no longer tolerate cold now, so even my mid winter day hikes must await fairer weather.

Besides the aforementioned horsepacking, there is mountain bikepacking. And of course car camping as a base, with day excursions. Or paddling. California does not have the extended wilderness waterways the eastern part of the country enjoys, but there are some limited opportunities here.

I still have a couple of dream trips penciled out that do not involve backpacking -- one of them a west to east paddle from Voyageurs NP through BWCA and Quetico to the easternmost point in BWCA (3 weeks?). I may never get there, but what a dream!