In 1986, while hanging out on the summit of Muir Pass, I met another hiker there and we spent some time together. At one point he reached into is backpack and pulled out something about the size of a breadbox. A VHS video camera. I laughed. I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen. He shot some video of the stone hut, the surrounding mountains and of me too - he filmed us just talking.
Now YEARS later, it just kills me that somewhere out in the world is video footage of me in my prime on top of Muir pass - and I don't have it. Not only that... I can barely remember any details from 30 years ago if I don't have picture of it.
I wish I had taken more pictures. I wish I had video of my trips.
After my first bout of aging reality (a downhill hike that didn't agree with my knee that kept me off the trail for two years) I trimmed down my load and reworked the way I hike and am now excited about getting out into the wild again. AND this time, I'm recording EVERYTHING!