I'm always a bit bemused at priorities and what scenarios we think we will play out. We cut blank sections from Topo maps, handles off toothbrushes, pack obnoxious freezedried food ( just add clorine cleaned crypto free water for visions of grandma presenting a steaming platter of blueberry french waffles) and optimistically arctic rated sleeping bags that miraculously roll up tighter than a baby armadillo. And then we strap a axe and firearm on that together wiegh 12 pounds, have enough metal to throw our compass 90 degrees off true but give such a list to starboard we compensate anyway in an uneven stride. I suppose we expect to build a saxon great hall and cover the floor with Grendel's hide. Anyone pack the whistle and mirror when the reality of 99% of our real adventures play out and we want to come home? <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />