I was contemplating my propensity to prefer loop hikes to out-and-backs. Loop trails, of course, provide you the opportunity to see different terrain throughout your hike, giving the impression that you are always making forward progress. But in the end you will be in the same place, that is, wherever you left your car.
I think the felt need to never backtrack a trail reveals a deficit in my appreciation for why I am outdoors in the first place. Although the feeling may be natural (we will never be able to hike and see everything we would like to and loop hikes give us the opportunity to see more), I have a nagging suspicion the real reason is more related to the consumerism that is eroding our culture and our souls in today’s society. Today our lives are not about enjoying what we have, at least not for the life of the product, it’s about getting and moving on. I am trying to fight this in my life. I try to ask myself if I really need that new gadget, or does the one I have work fine, or would a used one meet my needs just as adequately, or could I really do without it all together. But this seems to be a very hard ethic to live by. In fact I am bad at it. My hobbies and pastimes become an excuse to spend money and gather more things. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I have to ask myself if my hobbies aren’t more about the thrill of spending and consuming, than about the essence of the activity itself. Our societies seem built on the need to continue spending at all costs. It has become almost a patriotic duty to consume more and more in order to keep the world’s economies humming along. I for one think this is a futile goal. Like the universe, there is a point at which expansion is no longer sustainable and the system begins to collapse back on itself. I think the only real solution is to establish equilibrium and realize there are limits to everything including prosperity.
But I think this consumer mindset is most sad when it invades our enjoyment of nature.
My time in nature should not always be about conquering. That desire is exciting and I wouldn’t want to extinguish it completely. For me there will always be new adventures, I will not be able to do it all, at whatever breakneck speed I travel, or how deep my pockets get. But that’s not the point. If all I think about when experiencing the outdoors is getting to the next hill, the next vista, or the next trail, I am completely missing the point and instead of coming home rejuvenated and rested, I may just come home jazzed about the next trip, or the piece of gear I realized I “needed” while in the woods. The experience should be spiritual, putting our own activities and existence in an eternal perspective, but instead it becomes an exercise in a self-centered, ego-centric narrowing of perspective. It becomes like everything else we do, all about ourselves.
Out-and-backs, whether we like it or not, are the norm not the exception. I for one want to embrace them and realize that my walks in the woods are no less diminished by seeing the same terrain twice and actually expand my understanding of my environment and offer the opportunity to absorb nature rather than conquer it. I want to know my paths in all their permutations and to absorb all they have to offer me mentally and spiritually. So here’s to traveling in more straight lines. When I get back, guess what, my car is in the same place it would have been anyway, but I may be quite different than I was.


