Kiyu wrote:
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.

That's funny. You actually backpacked a cast iron skillet into the
mountains? Did you pack it out?

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