In conversation, I mention Rick Steves about every 3rd sentence. I don't make any moves or decisions that aren't sanctioned by Rick. All of my purchases, my tours, my backpack and my toiletries kit are Rick approved. It may sound like I'm in a cult. It may sound like I can't make decisions for myself. It may sound like I need to see a mental health specialist. It may be true. The staff in the Rick Steves store in Edmonds now know me by name. I show up about once a week...okay, now I'm exaggerating. But really. I DO realize that I sound like a groupie but don't worry I'm still the same old me.
Rick Steves says....I should pack up my stuff and walk around with it to make sure I can carry it comfortably. And that's exactly what I've done. My backpack is about as tall as a roll of paper towels, about as wide as a 9 x 12 envelope and about as long as a kitchen towel. I put the backpack on and walked 2.5 miles. It weighs 18.5 pounds will all of my stuff for 7 weeks on the road. Not bad. Rick would approve.
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