As much as we’ve been running away from routine, it begins installing itself along our hike. Find a spot to pitch our tent, unpack our bags, set up the tent, blow up the mattresses, cook, .. all before the sun sets. In the morning we would start over again but backwards, like an old videotape where you’d press the rewind button. Cook, deflate the mattresses, unpitch our tent, repack our bags, leave our spot and hit the trail again just when the sun rises. But every location is different, every sunset and sunrise has different colors. The landscapes and nature change at the blink of an eye. So, even though you repeat the same things over and over again, they don’t feel like routine at all.