“How much does that weigh?”
The question — delivered to me by a lanky older gentleman with a rime of gray stubble on his cheeks and a thousand-dollar GPS watch on his wrist — was unsurprising.
He was referring to my pack, a 50L next-gen model woven from futuristic materials. Waterproof, abrasion-resistant, and cool as hell. The man standing before me sported a pack made of the same stuff. But his was about half the volume, and as soon as I saw its relative size, I knew we’d be having an annoying conversation.
This was a man confident in the righteousness of a spreadsheet-generated base weight. This was a man who wanted to help me. Because clearly, with my (relatively) voluminous pack and aluminum trekking poles, my soul needed saving.
I know what I’m talking about because I used to be an evangelist of this man’s religion: ultralight backpacking. There was a time when I was the guy lounging over my poles, obliquely criticizing a fellow backpacker’s heavy footwear choices.
I had the spreadsheets — oh yes, the spreadsheets — and a collection of pithy little aphorisms about minimalism. “Ounces make pounds,” the saying goes. And even small items (items that brought joy or comfort, but lacked immediate utility) would be left behind as I packed for trips.
Like a bearded, backcountry Coco Chanel, I’d reach into my pack and remove one final item before leaving the house — usually, an item I later regretted leaving behind. And I wanted other people to do the same. For their own good.
But, no longer. Now I’m here to spread a new gospel: Ultralight people need to chill the eff out.
Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys Ultralight Backpackers
I say that as someone who still believes in the power of ultralight philosophy to bring enjoyment to backcountry travelers of all types.
At its best, ultralight is a flexible and utilitarian mindset that frees backpackers from sore feet, achy shoulders, and low-mileage days. It’s a skill-based outlook with the ultimate goal of delivering pleasurable pep to every step on the ol’ dusty.
By shedding what is not strictly necessary and reducing the weight (and, by extension, the pain) that many hikers believe is an intrinsic part of backpacking, ultralight backpackers achieve a more intimate, pleasurable connection with the landscapes they traverse. It’s a powerful idea. For some, it entirely changes their outlook on mountain travel. It’s natural and fine, admirable even, to want to share that.
But there’s another side to the ultralight philosophy. One that will swallow you whole if you aren’t careful.
Jonah, Meet Whale
At its worst, ultralight is a forum-driven wasteland of trolls waiting to pounce on every opportunity to prove who’s the smartest — and lightest — person in the room. They’re usually type-A, semi-retired white-collar professionals. Almost always male, almost always affluent, almost always bowing at the altar of titanium and carbon fiber and the latest high-tech fabric.
A lot of them, for whatever reason, are in medical fields. These backpacking dentists turn ultralight into a type of competition, a race that can only be won with a dogmatic set of ideas and a bucket of discretionary folding money.

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