To go with the ethos of horsepacking, you ought to have had the rod in a
cast iron sewer pipe. As it was he was getting back at you for the cast
iron skillet and dutch oven that you were making him carry.
Brings back bad memories of backpacking a cast iron skillet into the mountains
because "there is nothing like a breakfast of Smithfield ham and eggs fried on
a cast iron skillet".
Nearly was my last.
Fog.
Rain.
Hypothermia.
Almost didn't make it out.
It's bad when your 10 year old son concludes you're dumber than a mule.
It's worse when you conclude the same.

Kiyu