“I Love the Feeling of Exhaustion, Pride and Freedom”

When I started to wander, 2008 I was strangely ridiculed by friends and colleagues. I think under walking people imagined a romantic mountain backdrop, on their fortified Sandways hikers with tight calves and leather shorts strolled so. This summer I pretty often heard comments like “Yes, that makes my grandmother well” or “You have no money for a real hobby?”. Hiking had a pretty stuffy image and could be topped only by “Walking”. Because it must have been the epitome of Spießig-Mourinho. Completely unjustly, as I find!

I did not discourage me from the small jokes at my expense. Actually, I had no other choice, because my sudden interest in hiking had a reason. This summer, I wanted to fly with friends on the West coast of the United States. But if you do holiday with four photography enthusiasts, special photo spots are naturally the focus of the trip. The most beautiful part of the world, which was to photograph it, but were not with the Car or a shuttle to reach. But just walking!

I left the travel planning with confidence a girlfriend, who put together a quite fantastic tour. You emailed me links of breathtaking photos, followed by descriptions of tours, who had in itself. This me made it clear suddenly, that the holiday with my non-existent condition would no picnic.

Now I had a goal: bring in three months my condition of zero to one hundred. So off to the next outdoor specialists and first chic shopping. Shoes, jacket, pants, socks, backpack with hydration system and a head covering against the hot desert sun. Typically German: first high-quality equipment allow to buy and then dust. As well as my running clothes, yoga mats and, well, we have that.

This time I succeeded but, to overcome my inner pig dog, because I wanted my friends holiday or, much worse, that perfect photo spoil not only because I didn’t get from the site. So I wandered each or every other weekend through the area. Sometimes I felt something strange here, if I got on Saturday mornings on the hiking parking lot out of the car, slipped in my hiking boots and unbuckled me my less than ten kilo heavy Backpack on the back to run through the Eifel. Partly I was skeptical eyed by the locals as I, fitted perfectly for a crossing of the Alps, ran just fifteen kilometres along the reservoir along.

After a few months it was ready and my hiking boots entered the first time American soil. Here, I felt like a hiker suddenly no longer dusty and out of place. As here mentioned by trailhead and hiking, in the supermarket, there Trailmix and the tours descriptions gleefully young hiker smiled at me.

With my hiking equipment perfectly furnished, each Ranger already from a distance could recognize me as a German, but it doesn’t matter to me. Because here I had found my personal hiking Mecca. Since this holiday’s pulls me again and again to the West Coast for walking and photography. Here, the landscape is just so incredibly beautiful and versatile. The deep gorge of the Grand Canyon, the pillow-like, white-and red rock formations of White Pocket in the Grand Staircaise Escalante, the arches in Moab or the Amphitheatre of the Bryce Canyon have enchanted me and forget my sore muscles.

When I started to wander, 2008 I was strangely ridiculed by friends and colleagues. I think under walking people imagined a romantic mountain backdrop, on their fortified Sandways hikers with tight calves and leather shorts strolled so. This summer I pretty often heard comments like “Yes, that makes my grandmother well” or “You have no money for a real hobby?”. Hiking had a pretty stuffy image and could be topped only by “Walking”. Because it must have been the epitome of Spießig-Mourinho. Completely unjustly, as I find!

I did not discourage me from the small jokes at my expense. Actually, I had no other choice, because my sudden interest in hiking had a reason. This summer, I wanted to fly with friends on the West coast of the United States. But if you do holiday with four photography enthusiasts, special photo spots are naturally the focus of the trip. The most beautiful part of the world, which was to photograph it, but were not with the Car or a shuttle to reach. But just walking!

I left the travel planning with confidence a girlfriend, who put together a quite fantastic tour. You emailed me links of breathtaking photos, followed by descriptions of tours, who had in itself. This me made it clear suddenly, that the holiday with my non-existent condition would no picnic.

Now I had a goal: bring in three months my condition of zero to one hundred. So off to the next outdoor specialists and first chic shopping. Shoes, jacket, pants, socks, backpack with hydration system and a head covering against the hot desert sun. Typically German: first high-quality equipment allow to buy and then dust. As well as my running clothes, yoga mats and, well, we have that.

This time I succeeded but, to overcome my inner pig dog, because I wanted my friends holiday or, much worse, that perfect photo spoil not only because I didn’t get from the site. So I wandered each or every other weekend through the area. Sometimes I felt something strange here, if I got on Saturday mornings on the hiking parking lot out of the car, slipped in my hiking boots and unbuckled me my less than ten kilo heavy Backpack on the back to run through the Eifel. Partly I was skeptical eyed by the locals as I, fitted perfectly for a crossing of the Alps, ran just fifteen kilometres along the reservoir along.

After a few months it was ready and my hiking boots entered the first time American soil. Here, I felt like a hiker suddenly no longer dusty and out of place. As here mentioned by trailhead and hiking, in the supermarket, there Trailmix and the tours descriptions gleefully young hiker smiled at me.

With my hiking equipment perfectly furnished, each Ranger already from a distance could recognize me as a German, but it doesn’t matter to me. Because here I had found my personal hiking Mecca. Since this holiday’s pulls me again and again to the West Coast for walking and photography. Here, the landscape is just so incredibly beautiful and versatile. The deep gorge of the Grand Canyon, the pillow-like, white-and red rock formations of White Pocket in the Grand Staircaise Escalante, the arches in Moab or the Amphitheatre of the Bryce Canyon have enchanted me and forget my sore muscles.