09/22/2026
First-Year Backpacking Trip Reflection
Here’s what one of our first-year Outdoor Leadership students, Jack Daniel, had to say about the backpacking trip:
Before this trip, I thought I knew the basics of the outdoors. After this trip, I've learned a lot about the basic respect you should have for your surroundings when outside.
The trip had so many different views, terrain, and wildlife in such a short range of each other. Being able to go out and see something most people in their lives will never know about is special.
The people were a huge part of it too. Getting to know them through small conversations, a spotlight, or just laughing with them is something most people struggle to do. It's weird to go out into the middle of nowhere with people from all over the country, with different pasts and different futures, yet this trip into the unknown connected us.
The trip felt long, even though it was short. Maybe it was the miles, the different setting, or the weather, but it was fun. The jokes we made, opening up, sliding down mountains, walking on ice, falling down and getting back up. The people.
Setting up the tents and tarps was always done so quickly and orderly. It never really felt like a chore trying to set up our home for the night. We made food, gathered around, slept, and did it all again the next day.
Day three, I think, will be ingrained in my mind forever. Just the final mile and seeing the colors of Fall throughout the Valley, feeling like I accomplished something sliding down those mountains, walking on the ice, and crossing fields of rocks and moss.
And as hard and mentally straining day four was, I can still say I did something most people would never dare to do.
I keep thinking about the question Ben asked me: "If your parents were here, what would they think?"
Somehow the question was timed perfectly. I had been thinking of my Dad that whole day, ready to call and tell him everything. I think my parents would be proud if they'd watched me do everything we did during that trip.
My Dad called me the day after we got back, asking about it, laughing and amazed by everything I told him, like how it ended with the bear walking with us.
Then came the final Hoo-Rah before heading back: the story about Chief Seattle, and realizing that in just five days I'd somehow become closer to a bunch of strangers. I teared up.
Walking down that trail back to the van, I felt good about deciding to come out here instead of enlisting in the military. I thought about all the people who supported me in coming out here. Who helped me arrive and unpack. Who raised me and delivered my car as a final responsibility.
This trip really made me feel accomplished. Being able to do and see something most people never will.
After the call with my Dad, I kept thinking about that question.
"I'm very proud of the man you are becoming. Love you, buddy," he messaged.
This trip made me feel like I'm finally paying my Dad back for all the effort he put into making sure I'm doing what I love.