All Geared Up

Man, I don’t know how German can afford to eat, looking at the grip o’dough he’s got wrapped up in climbing gear. I gotta separate this stuff into piles of what I think we need, what we might really want, and what we just don’t want to carry. It’s going to take a day just to inventory and check it all out.

And the pack itself, it’s like some 007 sh*t. Pockets, stash spots, zippers out the ass – most water tight, and it’s DEEP too.

The further down I get, the more things I find myself checking off the list of crap we needed (or could have made do without); camp boots, tent booties, ultra lightweight camp seat, stove, stove gas, pots, pans, glasses, goggles, tiny aluminum collapsible table, first aid kit, altimeter/barometer/whatever the F’else watch, bad ass tent, mittens, gloves, you name it.

That’s really just the half of it. I was surprised the damn thing had an end. But it did. I only knew it, and knew the pack was uniquely German’s, when fishing somewhere between the floating frame, rip-stop nylon, and rubbery bottom layer, I came up with a very small Vietnamese coin.

I’ll leave that one in the pile of things that stay home. Thanks for the hook up, Kevin.

_carl