I’ve decided that vacation isn’t just a time to get away. In fact, “away” is always farther from the places and people I love most. Backpacking, in particular, is always very remote, very disconnected, very far away. The point of the trip often is to say “no,” or sometimes “fuck it,” or most often just the subtle closing of the door on a project. A proposal and a report undone, and numerous other things hanging in the air, they will now get to wait.
And that’s fine. I have places to go, starting with a trip that entails walking, cresting three passes where there are no roads, no motors, and no email. The job is to step, one foot at a time, see the view from over 13,000 feet, and re-remember what one step at a time can get you.