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Backcountry Backpacking: The Muddy, Messy Truth Instagram Skips

  • Writer: Luna DeLamer
    Luna DeLamer
  • 3 days ago
  • 7 min read
Person in a jacket stands at a mountain viewpoint in Madeira Portugal, overlooking a vast, green valley and distant village at sunset, conveying tranquility.

She was standing on top of Pico do Ruivo, smiling as the sun just began to rise over the beautiful tropical island of Madeira, Portugal. She flicked her perfectly straightened blonde hair, spun around, and raced towards the camera, blowing it a kiss. Then the reel transitioned to her perfectly pitched tent with fairy lights, coffee in a cute enamel mug, sitting on a gorgeous blanket with the sunrise spilling gold over the mountain ridge. It looked effortless. Magical. Like she’d woken up to the wilderness gently kissing her on the cheek and whispering, “You’re a real Disney Princess”.


I wanted to be a Disney Princess. I wanted the ethereal perfect pack as I skipped through the trails. I wanted to bathe in totally quiet waterfalls. I wanted her experience. So naturally… I booked the trip. 


Same time of year. Same route. Same expectations.


But that is not what happened, did it? Oh no my friends. I got the REALITY behind the lens.


But luckily, this ain’t my first rodeo, so I was prepared… Or so I thought.


On day one, I didn’t get clear skies. I got hit by a storm - a BIG storm.


Not a cute little “bring a rain jacket” storm. A biblical, road-turning-into-waterfall, visibility-at-zero storm. I was rained in for two days before I could even start exploring. "That’s when I learned my jacket’s “waterproof” label was more of a suggestion than a fact. Within 10 minutes, I was soaked through. My socks had evolved into their own small swamps with a smell to match, and to add insult to injury, my tent joined the rebellion by allowing water in from approximately everywhere. And because the backcountry likes to add a dash of irony, there was a fire ban in place. The dehydrated meals I’d lugged over? Pointless.


Nobody posts that part. It is not glamorous. It is not “worthy of the ‘gram”.


But I think it should be.


Because backpacking in the wilderness isn’t just about the moments that make it onto your camera roll. It’s about having to pee in the wind without falling over. It’s about eating instant ramen like it’s a Michelin-star meal because the next resupply is 20 miles away. It’s about laughing at yourself when you smell worse than your hiking boots.


You see, the mess is the magic. The part you think will break you? That’s usually the story you end up telling the most.


So, let’s pull back the curtain on all the muddy, sweaty, ridiculous bits Instagram skips, and talk about why you might just end up loving them anyway.


The Backcountry Dream vs. The Backcountry Reality

In your head, backcountry backpacking is a slow-motion montage of you, skipping through fields of wildflowers, pack perfectly adjusted, hair somehow behaving. But that just is not how it goes, maybe some of the time, but the vast majority of the time, your hair is plastered to your forehead, you’ve been swatting flies since breakfast, and that smell? Yeah, that’s you.


Don’t get me wrong, the dream moments do happen. You’ll stumble onto a hidden alpine lake that looks like it belongs in a fantasy novel. You’ll catch the exact moment the sun drops behind a jagged peak and turns the whole sky molten orange. You’ll see a sunrise over the ocean that will literally bring a tear to your eyes.


But they’re sandwiched between long uphill slogs, searching for water sources, and socks so stiff they could stand up by themselves and run away. The backcountry is an incredible teacher, but she’s not gentle, and she’s not here for your curated aesthetic feed.


Instagram’s Backcountry Illusion

Social media has a way of cropping out the reality. The photo of that dreamy cliffside tent? You didn’t see the 45 minutes it took to find a flat enough spot that wasn’t hiding a rock under the groundsheet. The “just woke up like this” mountain selfie? They probably woke up at 4am, put on clean clothes they hadn’t hiked in yet, and hiked to that overlook with nothing but a camp mug for the shot.


The problem isn’t the pretty pictures; it’s when people new to backcountry backpacking think that’s all there is. The truth is, for every summit photo, there’s a bug bite, a bruise, or a minor gear disaster that didn’t make the grid.


And honestly? That’s the part that makes it worth doing.


Look, social media isn’t evil. But it’s worth remembering that the wilderness doesn’t care about your trail selfie. Out here, the only “filter” is the one you use to make sure your water won’t give you stomach cramps and diarrhea.


Backcountry Safety Without Killing the Fun

Listen, you don’t need to be Bear Grylls out here. You don’t need to drink questionable fluids from animal tracks or start a fire with a gum wrapper. But you do need a basic safety toolkit so your “fun weekend in the wild” doesn’t turn into a search-and-rescue headline.


First up, navigation basics. I don’t care if you’ve got the latest GPS watch or every trail app ever made; you need to learn how to read an actual paper map. Batteries die. Phones fall in puddles. A compass never needs recharging.


Wildlife awareness is another big one. Yes, that bear is majestic. No, you shouldn’t get closer for a selfie. You need to store food properly, keep your distance, and remember that in most cases, animals don’t want to mess with you any more than you want to mess with them. (Except marmots. They’ll mess with your stuff just for fun.)


Leave No Trace isn’t just a cute slogan. Pack out what you pack in. Yes, all of it. (If you’ve never had to carry your used toilet paper in a ziplock baggie, well, get used to it.)


And lastly, emergency prep doesn’t have to mean lugging 20 pounds of survival gear. A small first-aid kit, an extra layer, a headlamp, and enough snacks to fuel an unplanned extra day can make all the difference.


The goal isn’t to suck the joy out of your trip with paranoia; it’s to keep you safe enough so you can relax and enjoy that sunrise coffee. But if you’re keen to learn more, check out our Wilderness First Aid blog post so you feel as prepared as one can be.


Backcountry Backpacking Essentials That Actually Matter

Ah, gear shopping. That intoxicating mix of fun new gear and bankruptcy. Every store promises that this ultralight titanium spork will revolutionize your life. Plot spoiler… it won’t. Don’t buy it.


Here’s the truth: there are backpacking essentials that genuinely improve your comfort and safety, and then there are things that just look cute on Instagram.


Worth it

  • A good sleep system (sleeping bag + pad that suits the temps), nothing makes a trip miserable faster than a cold, sleepless night.

  • Reliable water filtration and backup filter because Giardia is not a fun souvenir.

  • Well-fitting boots or trail runners are the single most important factor in avoiding injury and blisters.

  • A solid pack that fits your body is a game-changer; your body will thank you every mile.


Meh, skip it

  • Camp pillows (just stuff your puffy jacket into a dry bag and call it a night).

  • Fancy “camp mugs” (your titanium pot works fine for coffee).

  • Those multi-tool gadgets that try to be 31 things (they end up being bad at all of them).


Cut through the marketing fluff. Your goal is to carry only what will make your trip better, not what will make it heavier. Here you can download our Ultimate Packing Checklist to make sure you have exactly what you need (with some awesome recommendations!).


Why the Messy Bits Are the Best Bits

Here’s the thing about backcountry backpacking, the magic isn’t despite the mud, sweat, and mishaps… It’s because of them.


When you’re miles from the nearest trailhead, running low on daylight, and figuring out how to rig a tarp in wind that could relocate a small child, you discover something magical. You’re capable of more than you thought. That resilience? You don’t get it from scrolling through campsite inspo boards. You earn it, blister by blister. Mile by mile.


The psychological benefits are real. The problem-solving skills, the self-reliance, the “well, I guess I’m eating cold oatmeal today” adaptability all build mental muscle. And the best part? That confidence doesn’t stay on the trail. It seeps into everyday life, making traffic jams, work deadlines, and appliance breakdowns feel way less catastrophic.


Plus, there’s the deep satisfaction of overcoming discomfort. The hot shower when you get home? Feels like a luxury spa. That first burger after days of trail meals? Transcendent. You can’t fake that kind of joy.


Backcountry backpacking gives you a front-row seat to your own growth. The messy bits aren’t just part of the journey… They are the journey.


Those mental perks? They’re not Instagrammable, they’re transformational.


The Truth That’ll Keep You Coming Back

So here’s the truth: backcountry backpacking is messy. It’s exhausting. It’s sometimes wet, often muddy, and occasionally smelly enough to scare a skunk. But that’s the point.


Because when you strip away the filters, the curated posts, and the shiny new gear ads, what’s left is something raw and real. The sore muscles, the imperfect campsites, the moments where you genuinely wonder if you’ve made a huge mistake… those are the moments that make the mountaintop views mean something.


It’s not about escaping reality, it’s about stepping into a different one. Where the stakes are higher, the rewards are sweeter, and the stories are way better.


And I promise you this: once you’ve watched the sun rise from a ridge you fought tooth and nail to reach, the mud, the bugs, and the blisters won’t be what you remember. You’ll remember that feeling, the wild, unfiltered joy of knowing you earned every single step.


Boots on, my friend. The messy truth is waiting. See you out there.

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