The Wilderness Day Planner
Uinta Mountains UT, August 2009
In 2003, Chase and I were about on the same plane with respect to our obsessive-compulsive tendencies about organization. Once, he lined up about 200 Matchbox cars in a big sweeping curve across the living room. When he left the room to go pee, I snuck into the middle of his catenary highway and made one minor adjustment to a car - I flipped it around. I knew he wouldn't notice.
But when he returned, the bad vibe hit him like a wave of katabatic air, and he knew instantly that something was awry. It took him 6.4 seconds to scan the chain of cars and find the problem. "Dad, please don't do that anymore, OK?"
Since 2003, however, we've diverged. He's still very organized, but is a little too relaxed about it, and I've continued to refine my techniques.
It's really hard for me not to crop the above photograph. Even this kid's wilderness room is a mess. Out of the photo, is my side of the tarp. My clothes are folded neatly, thank you, and the rest of my gear is arranged in order of increasing distance from the head of my sleeping bag in response to the probability that I will use an item at any point in time, and rearranged in response to passing time to reflect my changing needs, which go in diurnal cycles. I could write a book about it, but it's probably not necessary, as the whole thing can be described by a simple set of differential equations. I once even approximated the process with a Fourier Transform.
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When I'm on a wilderness trip, it takes a few days before I break the habit of wondering if I have to check my email, voicemail, twitter, blog comments, forum replies, post office box, or windshield wiper when I wake up (I once scored a 25% off coupon from REI in 1987 under my windshield wiper, and I've been eager ever since).
It takes another few days to stop worrying about what might be going wrong at work, what piece of my house might be breaking, what gear sale I might be missing, what family member might have died, and how the remaining shreds of my retirement security I might have might be dwindling further.
This is why I like to be in the wilderness on long trips. It takes four days just to detox to the point where the wilderness can actually start to cleanse.
And, when that happens, my side of the tarp starts to look more like Chase's, and I like it.
I always fool myself into thinking that I can snap my fingers, or say some sort of Wilderness Prayer, or choose my gear more carefully so that the transition is shortened.
But instead, I've learned that it just takes however much time it takes, and that patience, and waiting, is usually the best strategy.
For Chase, the transition happens fast. Ten minutes from the trailhead, he's in, he's in deep, and he ain't looking back. It's crazy - how does he do that?
Then I remembered when I used to be able to do that. It was before we learned how to worry about stuff we can't control, and general awareness of how sucked into the Big World we are.
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When I went to Alaska in 2006, I printed 22 maps covering 700 miles of trekking distance, with detailed resolution, precise grid lines, and optimized coloring done in Photoshop. A few days before I left, I meticulously impregnated each map with a home-brewed concoction to make them waterproof, because printing them on waterproof paper was ... well ... too easy, you know, something an amateur, or at least, somebody less obsessive-compulsive than I, would do.
Since then, I've gone mapless on a number of treks, or otherwise just hacked out quick maps on the fly. Once, I hand drew a map based on what I saw in Google Earth.
On our trek into the Uintas last summer, we printed only one tiny little map of a huge area on a piece of 5x7 photo paper, and shared it. We couldn't see individual contour lines, read place names, and we didn't really have a reliable method for estimating distances on the map. We cut off the margins so as not to leave room for silly things like to do lists and appointment schedules.
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Part of simplifying, from a backpacker's perspective, is taking less stuff (fewer things to track) and lighter stuff (easier things to carry) and simple stuff (easier things to use).
Perhaps, as important, we probably don't hack off the margins as much as we should, or at least, let go of the structure of our lives that allows us (demands us) to be obsessive-compulsive about managing that structure...
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Posted by: John Davis | February 03, 2010 at 09:53 AM
Perfect article Ryan.
Posted by: Jolly Green Giant | February 03, 2010 at 12:20 PM
Great article. That cleansing process is what I appreciate most about being outdoors.
Posted by: Thomas W. Gauperaa | February 04, 2010 at 01:06 AM
Well don't stop...I think your on to something...keep writing.
Posted by: Jim | February 05, 2010 at 02:04 PM