The Only Beauty Products You Need to Survive a Backpacking Trip

Amanda Montell

When I was 18, I fell in love with a boy who loved the outdoors. Slowly but surely, over the past six years together, I've grown to love the outdoors too. And my beauty routine has adjusted to accommodate.

It wasn't as if I didn't like nature before. I was never one of those makeup-obsessed, dirt-hating stereotypes. In fact, historically I've been quite a fan of the outdoors. I grew up in a wooded Maryland suburb and spent summers as a kid joyfully creek-bathing and roasting marshmallows. At 12, I went vegetarian to save the animals. I even owned a pocket knife. 

But none of this comes even close to the mark of a true REI-wearing, freeze-dried food–eating, compass-wielding outdoorsman. In fact, it's all pure child's play compared to my significant other, who hiked the 2200-mile Appalachian Trail at the age of 19 and climbed the tallest mountain in the continental U.S. in a single Saturday.

Unlike me, he knows how to navigate using nothing but the stars and cook a hot meal using nothing but a matchbook. Let's just say the first time he took me hiking, I wore jeans and liquid eyeliner. I had a lot to learn. 

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