That made us think back to this previously published tale of Big Sur backpacking, a newb’s first trip, first solo trip, and still, his weirdest backpacking adventure to date. About 20 years ago I went on my very first overnight backpacking trip. It was also my very first solo backpacking trip. I picked up a fried chicken dinner deal and a gallon of water and a fifth of bourbon. Backpacking was easy, I thought, lighting up the last of my joints, and enjoying Big Sur just the way countless people had before me.