Inspiration to Backpack - Handicapped and Female

by Marty Watson

A forty-two year old wife and mother is not exactly whom most would expect to be a backpacking enthusiast. In fact, I surprise myself with my vigorous interest. The only books I read, magazines I buy, and places I visit online have to do with backpacking. My husband and sons do not share my desire for wandering in the woods, but they understand and tolerate my need to be outside.

For the past twelve years I was disabled with rheumatoid arthritis. Then I found a medication that allows me to feel healthy. Without the twice weekly Enbrel shots, I am immobilized, but with them, look out! During those years of pain and debilitating joint destruction, I regretted not joining the Peace Corps as a single young woman, or hiking the AT. I dreamed of climbing fences, walking in the woods, watching wildlife, fishing in hidden ponds. I wanted to live! I've had a few joints replaced in my hands and need a couple more, but now is my chance to live life to its fullest and I'm not letting it slip out of my crooked fingers!

My sister shares my wanderlust, and after a negative 6 a.m. Elvis moment in a crowded campground ('seems our neighbors enjoyed waking up the place with 'Hound Dog'), we began sifting through our tons of camping equipment and eliminating most of it. Our matching packs are ugly, red, and cheap, but a beginning. We nearly went bankrupt buying the perfect hiking boots. Our sleeping bags are light and pack small. We opted for candle lanterns and the little can type stoves that burn alcohol soaked wood pellets. I bid on bivy shelters for next to nothing online. We took our son's boy scout mess kits, ordered a Pur water purifier, and planned excellent meals, as we're good cooks. We tossed out the plaids and found a couple of girlie shirts with flowers, because we like being girlie girls. My pack weighs 22 pounds, including all my gear, food for three days, and 2 liters of water.

We won't be able to walk far, because I have bad knees, but at about 4 to 5 miles a day, it should be fun and interesting. We've been going on strengthening day hikes in the state park behind my house, and will go for our first weekend trip soon. My sister knows the name of every plant, insect, and animal on earth. I try to remember but can't seem to retain a single thing, but the feeling I get from being outside. The scent and sound of pine needles when the wind blows, the loud crunch a box turtle makes when he goes through dried leaves, a startled deer, animal tracks in the sand, clouds drifting overhead. These are the things I keep in my heart. This is what I live for.

About the Author

Marty Watson (LRfoof@aol.com) is an eighth generation Floridian, intent on following the pioneer trails of her ancestors.