52 years ago a school buddy and I went on a tour during Easter break. We had no idea on what to take, what clothing to wear, or just how much water we would need, but even though there was a lot of pain involved because we wore cotton jeans and our canvas strapped packs on our backs, we had a blast. Didn't try it again for another 30+ years, but have enjoyed it ever since. I started again because I couldn't find any reliable people to frequently backpack into the mountains or canoe into the wilds with me, and my Family worried too much every time I headed out solo. It was the only other challenging interest I could enjoy solo in the outdoors.