Since my dad retired a few years back and moved from San Jose to the Fresno area, he's gone from casual hiker to disciplined ultralight backpacker. He cuts ounces by any means...no tent, sawed-off toothbrush, minimal changes of clothes. He's even perfected his own stove made from a Heineken can.
After a few misses, we were finally able to coordinate a trip together. I'm still recovering from last weekend's backpacking in the upper reaches of Sequoia National Park. The payoff of otherworldly granite crags, clear lakes, shooting stars, melting snowpack, and spectacular views was worth the hours of steep trekking and the rationed toilet paper. Thanks, Dad!