Backpacking
This is why I love backpacking with my boyfriend:
1.) He’s an army nut.
- He got excited to eat a combination of two MRE’s for dinner.
- He knows how to build damn good fires.
- We don’t go anywhere off trail unless he has his glock. (There’s bears and mountain lions up here.)
- He packs around a chainsaw, flint, steel, a stove, and a water purifier in his pack every time. (And that’s just the beginning.)
2.) He picks me flowers every time we go for a walk/hike/camping/backpacking. And he doesn’t give them to me the same way twice.
3.) He cooks a damn good breakfast, (even before his first cup of coffee.)
4.) When he’s happy, he gets uncontrollably goofy. To the point that I don’t know what to do with him, or how to calm him down. (And I’ve found that when he’s the happiest, he’s in the mountains.)
5.) He thanks me profusely as soon as we get into the car, again when we get home, (and again later that night for going camping with him.)
