THANK YOU! Wow, what a summer.
Thoughts from Amanda:
Summer at Adventure Treks seems to happen at two speeds simultaneously:
- Time ticks by slowly as we savor each moment, and we don’t ever know exactly what day it actually is
- All of a sudden, it’s August 14 and our last student has flown home
We start planning for each summer up to 18 to 24 months in advance; throughout the year, we enroll students, hire instructors, map out hiking routes, finalize itineraries, reserve vehicles, book campsites, schedule outfitted activities, repair and buy outdoor gear, answer families’ questions, and work through a million little details in preparation for the moment our students arrive.
Over the past three months, hundreds of Adventure Treks students have hiked, climbed, paddled, biked, rafted, camped, laughed, done hard things, worn silly flair, picked up new skills, and grown together across some pretty spectacular landscapes.
Our students summited volcanoes and carried heavy backpacks. They learned how to pack up camp efficiently and cooked dinner for each other on wilderness beaches and mountain ridgelines. They navigated rain, mosquitoes, tired legs, changing plans, and the occasional conflict. They learned when to step up and lead, and when to make space for others. They spent weeks away from their phones and learned how to thrive without their usual routines, comfy beds, and daily showers.
My memories of summer 2026 might be a little different from a student’s. I remember a 7th grade boy quietly doubting himself on Mount St. Helens, close to tears at times but who didn’t give up, who instead persevered and with the loud cheering from his friends, made it to the summit.
I remember a third-year student on airport day, really nervous because he was joining a new group of students he didn’t know from previous trips, and the look of relief on his face when he started chatting up another boy and they immediately became fast friends.
I remember my heart feeling full as I watched students give each other hats; one in particular was really special because this hat was given on one boy’s birthday by other students who had been with him on three to four trips already.
I remember one student not understanding the value or point of pitching in to do dishes in the first few days, but by the end becoming the three-bin king, always volunteering to help.
I remember two girls coming up to me on Mount Adams, nervous about using the bathroom on a mountain where you have to pack out your waste, but giggling at the prospect of pooping with a wag bag that had a bulls-eye on it, and then talking about how awesome it is that we get to poop with such incredible views that most people in the world will never experience.
These quieter, less “adventurous” moments that don’t always make the Instagram reels are often what shapes a student’s experience at AT. It’s the conversations around dinner in the backcountry, the absurd “bits” and inside jokes, the encouragement from one student to another when someone is having a hard day. It’s the sense of accomplishment when they did something hard, when they earned something to be really confident in and proud of. It’s the fact that they chose to do something big, out of their comfort zone, away from home, in a group of strangers—and come out the other side feeling a little transformed.































