My first bikepacking trip was a simple venture in college: riding an ancient aluminum cruiser across farmland Minnesota, stopping in small towns for coffee and ice cream. The most recent trip was an overnight gravel grind in my new home state of Wyoming, with my dog Bea running with me. And my favorite was a ride down the Baja California Peninsula, ending in Cabo with three other very sweaty and dusty gringos.
Each adventure was different yet enjoyable in its own way. Sometimes 24 hours without cell service is the perfect elixir for a rejuvenated work week. Other times it takes 1,000 miles and a healthy serving of suffering to find a full reset. Through these journeys I’ve tested dozens of packs, gradually picking out my favorites for each style of adventure. Some are good for light-and-fast strike missions,