Last week when I went out my backpack was heavier than I would have liked. I had to be prepared for below freezing temperatures at 8800 feet, however. Also, since I knew I was going to be climbing a dry ridge, I brought along five quarts of water for my border collies and myself.
When I first left the canyon to climb my ridge, I had to traverse a very steep slope. Right then was when I noticed how heavy my pack was. The weight of it made me have to lean very hard into the hillside, in order to keep my balance and avoid taking a dangerous tumble. My trekking poles helped immensely in maintaining my balance. I would never take a trip without them.
Fortunately, my pack was quite a bit lighter coming back down, without the water and minus some of the food. Still, I came to a spot where ice was present on the north-facing ridge for about 15 feet. There was no way I was going to try to cross that upright on a incline as steep as that one was. I slid down on my butt and made it safely back to the canyon floor (humility is a fine thing, particularly when it keeps you safe).
I have read that backpacking is one of the safest sports, if you watch your footing, keep your pack as light as possible, and use your head - don't take unnecessary risks.
Are you as hopeful as I am, this time of year, just dreaming of the trips you will have and the places you will see? It's enough to give one a serious case of spring fever. Translate that energy into getting your gear ready, and maybe taking some short trips with your pack.
My early season trip last week was tremendous, like they all have become. Take a look at my great trip photos if you need any further urging to get out there!
