I've spent countless hours doing what we all do: studying, evaluating, testing, choosing, purchasing, packing, organizing, storing, etc. And, we routinely, start the whole process over and over again. There's a very large investment in money and time. It's a lot of work. Sacrifices are made. I'm going to grow old and die and mounds of equipment may never get used. Then you have to tolerate all the people who don't prepare; who, in various ways, won't let you forget that you do. You get very little credit for your work. Sometimes, I wonder why my mind makes me go through all this. I feel reponsible for my family and that is certainly part of it, but I almost hate to admit that it's more of a hobby. In short, it's fun. Am I crazy?