One of the things I love most about backpacking (aside from viewing majestic mountains, dipping in glacier-fed lakes, sleeping under the blazing milky way, being whistled at by marmots and ignored by mountain goats, and feeling satisfied with self-sufficiency) is the mind-clearing that goes on in the wilderness. When I mentioned yesterday that life has been hectic, I really should have said is that my mind has been hectic. Hectic with too much analyzing day to day stuff, hectic with images of style that I see on-line and wish I could attain, hectic with stuff that doesn't really matter. Backpacking snaps me into the reality of how small all that hectic junk in my head is. Mountains are big; the clutter in my head isn't.