![]() ![]() Sea to Summit Ultra Sil Sleeping Bag Compression Sack. I would now rely only on the Anker Powerline III USB-A to Lightning Cable to charge my cell phone instead of toting both. The spork would now live inside of my food bag.Īnker PowerLine III USB-C to Lightning Cable. Although weighing under an ounce, ounces lead to pounds, and pounds lead to premature fatigue. My fingers were swelling overnight from the fluid shifts, and wearing my gold band had become uncomfortable.Ĭarabiner that I used to hang my Sea to Summit Alpha Light Long Spork from the exterior of my pack. I was through the Great Smoky Mountains, and hypothermia was less of a threat. Sea To Summit Reactor Compact Plus Sleeping Bag Liner (adding 20 degrees of warmth to my sleeping bag), Patagonia R1 Pullover, Smartwool Trekking Heavy Crew Socks, and my SOL Emergency Blanket. Onto the bed at the Iron Horse Inn went the innards of my Red Cadillac once again, and to the post-office at mile 274.9 went my:Įmergen-C Vitamin C packets, Magnesium supplements, and Multivitamins. Not only did the one-and-only, Pam Norton, pay me an embellished visit to Hot Springs, North Carolina, so did stroll-stopping spasms to my left trapezius. I would now rely on hiker boxes at hostels for stray ones as I progressed. ![]() I cut my pot-cleaning sponge in half, and I quartered the (separate) bandana that I used to provide barrier between my ever-rusting fuel canister and cook pot floor.Ħ0ml syringe that I used to back-flush my Sawyer Squeeze Water Filtration System. My beloved tchotchkes! ( “But would I make it to Katahdin without my lucky charms?!?”, I ruminated). Weighing in at 7.8 ounces (that’s nearly a half of a pound!), I downloaded a PDF version which I could reference while offline through my phone. The Leukotape that I had been carrying was sufficient for blister care. And promptly to the NOC Outfitter’s Store I went, shipping home my: “A ‘lucky’ stone, ‘special’ coins, a STEEL-plated PINOCCHIO pin?!? That thing must weigh 4 ounces, Dips!!”, she was in disbelief. It was then that she learned of the…tchotchkes. “NOW.”, she pointed to the floor of the bunkhouse that we had rented at the Nantahala Outdoor Center (NOC), mile 136.7. You need to drop some weight, that thing is way too heavy. When in Rome.Īfter crossing the Nantahala River, Deja Vu had a…soft… intervention…with me. Not my preference, but neither is digging a cathole. Coming in at a hefty 11.2 ounces, I committed to collecting my thoughts electronically. I began to use my Buff pulled up over my nose and mouth when necessary. Once to Hiawassee, GA, mile 69.2, I relinquished my:Ĭloth face mask. ![]() I had committed to daily contact lenses and their disposal at the end of each day, there was no use for their storage system. Once water logged, they created unnecessary heavy waste to pack out.Ĭontact lens solution and contact lens case. The individual packs weigh less than the dense tablets. I traded GU Hydration Drink Tablets for Propel Powder Packs. At mile 31.3, Neels Gap, not only did Katie leave me for Pittsburgh, but so did my: I shook down my pack with you in “Das Gear” as I left for the foothills of Georgia, and as my trail legs grew more robust, the contents of my rucksack became more refined.Īfter only 3 nights on trail, my hip pain was only the icing on the reality cake of the 2,161.8 more miles that laid ahead of me. This was “September, 2019” me as I prepared for my first chunk of time on the trail, prioritizing nail color over the ounces of my sleeping bag. Honestly, who would dress their nails in Candy Apple Red prior to a backpacking trip? Naturistic in its own right, it was clearly the right choice. ![]()
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