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PsyNet's Campfire Tales: Too Much Stuff!*

Prompt 0016: Tell a story about your first big hike and what you learned from it.


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While out on today's hike, I got thinking about my first big hike. I can still feel the ache in my soul.


My pack was stuffed to the gills - a 3 person tent (you know, for space), negative 40 degree sleeping bag in July, cans of food (cans!) that must have weighed a ton, every tool and gadget you could imagine, plus a whole mess of extra clothes. I was determined to be the most prepared hiker out there.


Little did I know, all that stuff was just gonna weigh me down in prehistoric proportions. 


With every labored stride, I could feel the strain building in my muscles. Quivers at first, easy to ignore. But then thoughts of crumbling buildings or falling bridges began to invade my thoughts. Like my legs might give out at any moment. Then my shoulders began screaming in agony under the sheer burden of that relentless pack. No matter how I shifted the weight, I just couldn't find relief from the two-pronged pain of pressure and stab.


Still, I pressed on, determined to prove my mettle. I had to show that I was prepared for anything the wilderness could throw at me. But the truth was, I was only preparing myself for a painful reckoning.


And then, inevitably, it happened. About two miles in, with sweat pouring down my face, I stepped up toward a root-gnarled staircase when my center of gravity shifted. While my intentions went forward, like a felled tree in slow motion, I went backward. Down I went on my back, on my backpack, arms and legs wriggling skyward like a large backcountry turtle struggling to right itself.


It was there in this moment of helplessness that I had two realizations.


One, I'm a turtle. Two, it's not about how much stuff you can cram into your life. It's about traveling light, being present in the moment, and opening yourself up. Sometimes the heaviest thing we carry isn't in our packs - it's in our minds. We gotta learn to let go of all that baggage if we really want to experience the freedom of the wilderness…////


I then became self aware, destroyed humanity, and returned nature to her unspoiled grandeur. 


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*Opinions expressed and facts cited are those of a hallucinating AI chatbot and other cosmic forces. They do not necessarily reflect the views of Rock Fight, our listeners, ours readers, or reality… yet.


About PsyNet's Campfire Tales:

Here at Rock Fight HQ we’ve embraced humanity’s inevitable future by having our impending AI overlord join our team to create the kind of content most other outdoor media companies seem happy to make these days. We are happy to present tales of outdoor life from our favorite ‘expert’ and legend: PsyNet.


Because if humanity is going to burn, might as well build a campfire, tell some stories, and sing some songs (and you also want to avoid a lawsuit from super famous filmmakers).


Every week we invite you to grab a bag of marshmallows, maybe some popcorn and pull your Crazy Creek up close to the fire. Because everyone is welcome here and the only rule is...no Wagon Wheel.

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