When I go backpacking I’m haunted by the thought of horse packers. Every bite of re-hydrated stroganoff evokes images of fresh-grilled chicken, each slug of iodine-laced water suggests a chilled Chardonnay. Around the campfire, my partner’s harmonica reminds only of soothing guitar music. For the mountain lover who aspires to more than a lightweight trip, a horse packing expedition is the answer.