When I was younger, some of my favorite outdoor excursions were whitewater rafting trips with my Dad. Sometimes it was simply an afternoon trip down a class 2 with my brother and I close to home. Other times we’d be on epic week-long trips with a huge group of river rats floating multiple rafts and kayaks. Usually on the longer trips, the entire group would get together after the trip and, over pizza and beer, add up the trip expenses and settle up on money while rehashing our recent adventures. We often rafted the Illinois and Rogue Rivers in Southern Oregon and our favorite stop was always Wild River Brewing & Pizza Co. Pizza and beer, after 3 or 4 days on the river, just seems like an appropriate way to end a trip.
Once I had moved away from home, my father and I still found adventure together. I would often fly back home for river trips or he would travel out to meet me somewhere for a multi-day backpacking trip. Somehow, without really planning or thinking about it, we would end a long excursion with pizza and beer. Even in South America after spending 4 days hiking the Inca Trail and visiting Machu Picchu, we returned to Cuzco and found a pizza place where we could end the trip properly. At some point along the way it just became expected. I guess that’s how traditions develop. Slowly, naturally and without planning. You can’t force a tradition, it just happens or it doesn’t.
These days, I have found myself falling into a similar tradition. It’s simple really: I don’t like to hike on a full stomach. That, inevitably, leaves me famished after a long afternoon of hiking. So, I have developed the habit of stopping in at a local brewery or micro-brew-serving restaurant for lunch/dinner after my hikes. Any restaurant will do so long as it’s got good local beer and it’s NOT a chain. I’ve been lucky so far and found some amazing little places to celebrate this extension of an old tradition. I didn’t really recognize it at first, but as I reconnect with the outdoors and that part of myself that has always loved the outdoors I am also reconnecting with the old traditions that carried me here. It’s a way for me to give homage to the experiences and traditions that fostered in me a deep and lasting love of Wilderness.
What is even more exciting to me, is the prospect of having traditions that I will someday be able to share with my children. Traditions that will allow them to have some level of connection with their grandfather. Traditions that will hopefully encourage the same kind of fondness for nature and adventure that I share with my soon-to-be wife.
I know I’m not the only one. I want to hear from you guys. What are your post-adventure traditions? How do you celebrate a successful excursion? How did your tradition develop and how will you ensure that it continues?