Backpack (Favorite Things, Seven)

The backpack is a very new acquisition, used for the very first time this past weekend.  Herself had searched high and low for a pack with all the features she would like, including a woman-specific cut to the shoulder straps as well as a proper belt to transfer the load to her hips instead of her shoulders.  Also required, oddly, was a particular color:  notpink.  (The vast majority of packs that are designed specifically to fit women are a shade of pink or include pink accents; Herself, not being particularly girly, usually dislikes pink accoutrements.) 

The maiden voyage for the backpack indicated that it is indeed a worthy piece of equipment. Although there is a touch of slippage with the hip belt's buckle, that appears to be alleviated by adjusting the straps through the buckle a second time. The comfort of the pack is outstanding. The size is perfect, holding all of the necessities (extra layers, first aid, sunscreen, food, water, the required miscellany, and even hiking poles) in a well organized manner.

More than equipment, though, the backpack holds Promise:  Promise of Hiking, of Outside, of Quiet, of Beautiful Desert or Glorious Forest, of Being Away From It All. 

It is good.