For whatever reason, I have hit a pattern lately wherein the number four seems to be omnipresent. There is something comfortable about a group of four people when traveling: you can balance the girls versus the guys, tents split nicely, you all fit in one car or truck, whatever. From our trip to Quetico (four dudes), to Canada (four of us), Kodiak (AdventureTeam 4 pack), even just visiting my family (Mom, Dad, Sis) in California, the number 4 just keeps popping up.
I am convinced there is something subconsciuous in humans (who are classified as small-group primates that caps us naturally at 3-4 people for the various things that we do. That's not to say that we don't love much larger numbers than that, but there's always that tighter group you largely exist within anyhow. Four people also lets you break into smaller groups without leaving anyone alone, in case you need to be creative or just have mixed opinions on what to do. Having two canoes in Quetico literally doubled our ability to cook, fish and travel in the same ammount of time.
The older I get the more precious time becomes and the harder it is to get on the same page with a group of any size. My friends are married. My friends have kids, houses, careers, and mortgages, and businesses. It's a miracle they can even get away with the time off that they do. But it only makes it that much sweeter when all the pieces do fall into place.
Photo from Lake Kekikabec, Boundary Waters, Minnesota.