Seasoned backpackers are trained to scrutinize every bit of gear that they’ll be lugging into the wilderness — trimming away superfluous packaging; squirting 2.2 days worth of sunscreen and toothpaste into itsy bitsy bottles; rationing the crackers and instant cocoa pouches (“Whadda-ya mean, you want TWO hot chocolates after dinner? This isn’t Club Med, you know.”); forsaking the fiber-fill pillow for a rolled-up fleece jacket.
Seasoned backpackers are trained to scrutinize every bit of gear that they’ll be lugging into the wilderness — trimming away superfluous packaging; squirting 2.2 days worth of sunscreen and toothpaste into itsy bitsy bottles; rationing the crackers and instant cocoa pouches (“Whadda-ya mean, you want TWO hot chocolates after dinner? This isn’t Club Med, you know.”); forsaking the fiber-fill pillow for a rolled-up fleece jacket.
Seasoned backpackers are trained to scrutinize every bit of gear that they’ll be lugging into the wilderness — trimming away superfluous packaging; squirting 2.2 days worth of sunscreen and toothpaste into itsy bitsy bottles; rationing the crackers and instant cocoa pouches (“Whadda-ya mean, you want TWO hot chocolates after dinner? This isn’t Club Med, you know.”); forsaking the fiber-fill pillow for a rolled-up fleece jacket.
Seasoned backpackers are trained to scrutinize every bit of gear that they’ll be lugging into the wilderness — trimming away superfluous packaging; squirting 2.2 days worth of sunscreen and toothpaste into itsy bitsy bottles; rationing the crackers and instant cocoa pouches (“Whadda-ya mean, you want TWO hot chocolates after dinner? This isn’t Club Med, you know.”); forsaking the fiber-fill pillow for a rolled-up fleece jacket.
But what I’ve noticed during my lifetime of backpacking, is that most of us have areas where the weight of an object is secondary to the pleasure derived from bringing it along. Which is how we end up with a spendy, but ultra-lightweight Titanium cookset, and 1½ pounds of fresh salmon. Or a frozen Porterhouse. The meat weighs more than the pot its cooked in, but on that first night out on the trail, it’s oh so worth it!
But what I’ve noticed during my lifetime of backpacking, is that most of us have areas where the weight of an object is secondary to the pleasure derived from bringing it along. Which is how we end up with a spendy, but ultra-lightweight Titanium cookset, and 1½ pounds of fresh salmon. Or a frozen Porterhouse. The meat weighs more than the pot its cooked in, but on that first night out on the trail, it’s oh so worth it!
Seasoned backpackers are trained to scrutinize every bit of gear that they’ll be lugging into the wilderness — trimming away superfluous packaging; squirting 2.2 days worth of sunscreen and toothpaste into itsy bitsy bottles; rationing the crackers and instant cocoa pouches (“Whadda-ya mean, you want TWO hot […]
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