Happy 10th Birthday to One Gem of a Backpack!

1 02 2020

There are all kinds of travelers in the world. Million mile business folks, jet setting millionaires, shoestring backpackers, and casual vacationers. One thing any well-seasoned traveler will heartily agree on is this:

Quality travel gear is ESSENTIAL.

It’s hard to believe that just 10 years ago, I had never owned a travel pack. It wasn’t that I had never wanted to. I remember looking into it in my early 20s, and the sticker shock alone stopped me in my tracks. “What?? $200-300 just for a bag?!?”

The thought of spending more money than I had ever spent on a single article of clothing or accessory seemed utterly foolish! I kept dreaming about the idea for years, however. Just imagining the idea of having a smartly compartmentalized, ergonomic bag seemed like the next step to upping my travel game. It was like wanting to go camping but being unwilling to buy a tent.

When I met my wife, one of the first things we bonded on was our shared love of travel, though I had only managed to go on two trips out of the country at that point. We quickly began daydreaming about all the places we would travel to together, and she eagerly insisted that it was time for me to take the plunge and invest in my very own travel pack!

After some overwhelming online research, I was ready to go talk to the experts. We walked into Bivouac, an outdoor supplies store in downtown Ann Arbor, and were met by super-fit, sun-kissed, flannel-bedecked store clerks. My learning curve was steep that day.

I didn’t know that backpacks come in sizes, specifically designed to fit your torso and distribute your load evenly. There are no less than 80 straps covering the thing, with an alarming amount of ways you can make slight adjustments to the fit, or expand the pack for greater contents.

I felt giddy, as the clerk explained what all the separate compartments could be used for. Sleeping rolls strapped to the bottom, hiking poles secured on the outside, easy access pockets on the top flap- I could finally start to see myself as a backpacker!

I settled on the Gregory Jade. She was a beauty! A full 60 Liters in an elegantly subtle green tone, which I could imagine leaned up against the trunk of a tree while I took a break from hiking to enjoy lunch on a cliff, overlooking a stunning rocky valley that I had just ascended.

The first time she traveled internationally, my pack, Jade, got checked. I was a nervous wreck- I had never thought about her and her 200 straps going down a conveyor belt! What if she got stuck, or damaged?

Thankfully, Jade arrived in Asia perfectly unharmed. And my next investment was a bag to put her in for future conveyor adventures.

Jade and I have been all over the world. She’s got battle scars, and black rubber scrub marks from exploring the insides of countless new airports. We’ve got our check-in routine down to a science now. As I reach the check in counter, I remove her from my back, loosen her waist straps and circle them around backwards to hug the pack and clip together snugly, then do the same with the chest strap. I hoist her up with the sturdy handle at the nape of her neck, and slide her into the cheap laundry bag that balls up and fits in the side shoe pocket after the hard part is over. the drawstring closes around her handle, and I tie them together while the attendant straps her bar code sticker onto the only visible portion of my pack.

A few years ago I noticed my spine zipper starting to fail. The glue that seamlessly adhered the zipper to the fabric began to release. Soon after, the zipper became unusable, and I abandoned the use of that compartment. I didn’t realize just how much I missed this specific aspect of Jade. Super accessible, shallow, yet perfect for sliding in my journal, key documents, and urgent snack options. Without the spine space, I lost a vital part of my organizational technique.

I tried purchasing other organizing pouches to keep in the main compartment, but nothing replaced the functionality I had lost. Finally, I declared defeat, and decided that a decade of travel may have been all Jade was up for. It was a good 10 years.

To my surprise, when I went into my local REI, the sales guy there, while happy to size me up again for a new pack, offered some unexpected advice.

“Try reaching out to the manufacturer,” he said, though my travel-worn pack was clearly well beyond any normal warranty period. I looked back at him like he was dumb.

“It’s 10 years old…” I tried to remind him gently.

“I know,” he ever so politely acknowledged, “but you’d be surprised. Gregory and Oprey are both really good brands, and they really stand behind their products.”

Really? I thought. He continued, “Yeah, I’ve know several folks who have had their packs fixed at no cost, or even replaced and upgraded to the newer version for free!”

Wow! Seriously? Color me impressed. I continued on with my fitting, wearing the 30 pounds of weight around the store while I tried on some new hiking shoes. Considering that I still have a few months before I really need my pack to work, I figured it was worth a try.

So, I emailed Gregory and waited for a reply. To my surprise, the process was super simple! They sent me a repair ticket, which I printed out to mail in with Jade, and my wife rummaged through the recycling to find a box usable for shipping her off.

I was still nervous. We paid $14 to ship my pack, and what if that was a waste of money? They could get it and refuse to repair it due to normal wear and tear. Or worse… they might see that I had previously attempted to fix it myself – first with some other fabric glue, which lasted a month, then by sewing it back to itself (rendering it no longer water resistant).

Gregory emailed me to let me know that they recieved my pack, and…

IT WAS FIXED! Ironically, their solution was also to simply sew the pack back together. She make look a bit more like Frankenstein at this point, but…

She’s ALIVE… JADE IS ALIVE!!!

I’m excited to see how many more years my trusty travel buddy has left in her. Next up is Peru and Ecuador in April! No matter how many more miles we travel, or how many more countries we explore for the first time as a team, I’ll always be grateful for our experiences together.

And when the time finally does come for Jade to retire, you can bet your bottom dollar I’m going with another Gregory.





Galapagos Compromise

22 05 2019

About three years ago, my wife and I were reminiscing on our last vacation that we took with my mom, Becky. While our travel styles vary greatly, I relish in the rich memories that I’ve been able to make traveling with the woman who gave me life.

We decided that it was time to start planning out next joint vacation, and asked my mom if there was any place that she would like to visit. With lightning speed, without any hesitation, she quipped, “Galapagos Islands.”

Bethany blinked hard at me, silently saying, “WHOA. What was THAT all about??”

I beamed profusely, and shared.

Although my family didn’t take many vacations, when we did , they were pretty memorable. One of the 2 family vacations that shaped my youth was a Disney cruise that my best friend and I convinced our parents to coordinate together. One of the destinations was the Galapagos islands, but rough seas rerouted our cruise, so we never got to stop there. Apparently, Becky never forgot.

Bethany and I were not expecting this lofty trip goal. When we started researching it, we were floored by the egregious price tag! I know that this is a bucket list destination, but… WOW! The remote location makes this a sea-worthy gamble.

Let the Negotiations Begin!

Our past two joint vacations were polar opposites. The first (our hiking adventure where she sacrificed creature comforts) was Mom enduring our normal style of vacay. We hiked 10 miles a day, through rivers, up to scary overlooks, and Mom was a trooper!! The second (us cruising with Mom and her dance group) was us sacrificing our desire for cultural immersion for convenience. We endured the crowds, the touristy ports, and the lack of authentic cultural experiences.

We knew that we could travel together pretty well, and were excited to plan our next one. Once we realized how insanely expensive our hypothetical Galapagos trip might be, however, we pushed that bad boy out a few years. I was 36 when we first starting talking about it, and we quickly decided that this particular trip might make more sense as a landmark year, so we started exploring this for my 40th, which is also my mom’s 70th (thanks for making the math easy for me, Mom!!).

In the meantime, we ended up planning a 3rd joint vacation with Mom. It was… decidedly a compromise. While I’m grateful for the invaluable memories, there were honestly times that my mom was driving me batty. Likewise, she was not as tolerant of the unknowns, or the less than perfect accommodations. I think, much like roommates who have passed the ‘honeymoon’ phase, we became comfortable enough to be ‘honest.’ Honesty is dangerous when in close quarters with family.

When Do We QUIT?!?!

Here’ the deal. Becky has 30 years more of income than me. Ergo, she can afford a much more lavish vacation than us. When we started honing in on vacation options, I thought that we were already sacrificing a lot to afford her more comfort, and then I got a whiplash reality check!

Dudes and dudettes, the Galapagos Islands are CRAZY EXPENSIVE. My wife and I excel at traveling on a dime, and it’s tough here. After my mom’s lackluster experience in Costa Rica, I knew her growing penchant for high-end, all-inclusive packages would be strong.

Here’s the deal. I’m no slack traveler. There’s a reason that I can afford to travel the world with minimal budget. I do my research, I follow trends, I embrace uncertainty, and I am not afraid to gamble. Mi madre, on the other hand, is well-aged enough that she now just wants to pay for the comfort of not making decisions. So, we are at opposite ends of the spectrum. I’d rather sleep in a clean but no frills hotel and spend more on experiences, whereas she would rather know that her home base is luxurious enough that she can relax after a long day of excursions.

When we started this research on the Galapagos islands, I learned about how easy it is to book a last minute cruise (you gotta FILL it, yo!) but the travel agents convinced my mom that it must be booked in advance.

Multiple sources share how much more cost effective it is to stay on the islands and book a 3-4 day cruise or day trips, and yet mom was scared into the believing that this is not possible.

My biggest concern… was food. As sustainability-minded veg-heads, we always research our food options in advance. Islands are typically seafood focused, and therefore more challenging for us. Being on the islands means that we can always walk a little farther to find some food, but being stuck on a boat that has limited options, means that we could end up paying stupid amounts of money for a bucket list trip and end up being ‘Hangry’ for 8 straight days because the only thing we’ve been fed is pineapple and mango.

Ultimately, I deferred to mi madre. This trip was truly her idea, and for her 70th, she shouldn’t have to feel like she missed out on anything. We are planning to book a 7-night cruise that is WAY above our budget, but the price of sharing this experience with Becky is worth so much more! We will have to scrimp and hustle to make some extra income this year (anybody need a custom watercolor portrait?!?), but hopefully our frugal travel mile hobby will enable us to fly to Ecuador for free, so we can relax and enjoy this epic trip!

Stay Tuned!! I can’t wait to share the results of how things go in the Galapagos Islands in May 2020!