Right now you are curled, uncomfortably, in a hard airport chair at one in the morning. You are only half way through your trip. You are tired, with baggy eyes and mussed hair. The layover between you and your next flight is over 8 hours. A bed and a pillow is all you want right now. But, you can't have those things, instead you have a backpack. A wonderful backpack filled with all of your clothes and other necessities. You can use it as a pillow, foot rest or back cushion. Suddenly, your backpack is your best friend.

My back has been everywhere with me. It has been to India, Mexico, Music Pass, Dark Canyon, Dominguez Canyon and now Cuba. It is a maroon and brown, 35 liter, north face Altea pack. For me, my pack means adventure, 35 liters of laughter with friends, cursing as vans get stuck in mud and pushing my body to its limits. I love my pack; it is my freedom and my home in one.