RIP to my faithful backpack. You have been with me for 15 years, ever since that very first camping trip with the cub scouts somewhere I can still never remember the name of. We have had some wonderful times together.
We have been to lovely places like Loch Ness, Edinburgh, France, Belgium, Exeter, Brighton, Canterbury and Somerset. We’ve also been to some not so nice places like Stevenage and Birmingham. But regardless of wherever we have been you have always had my back, oh most faithful of backpacks.
I knew a couple of years ago that when the buckle went on the front that you were on your way out, but I refused to let you go. I knew you had a few more years in you, and by golly did you! I just tied you up and we kept on trucking! Finally yesterday when I went to put you down at the end of another journey your shoulder strap broke, in a way that I knew I could not repair. Even in your last journey you waited right until the end of serving me before giving out. You beautiful backpack you.
We’ve been through good times, we’ve been through bad, we’ve been through sun, snow, sleet, rain and once even a dunking in a river if I remember correctly. Your dark green and maroon canvas has been a dear friend, you have held all my possessions without complaint, even if I didn’t always treat you the way you should have been. I will be loathe to replace you. You shall be gone, but never ever forgotten oh faithful bag. You were the straps beneath my armpits.
RIP Backpack may you have new life in the hiking rack in the sky.