So we get a gig in beautiful Hawaii. Tropical Molokai. A first-ever trip to a tropical paradise for Pony.
So, just because I was along, the islands were going to get the first hurricane to hit the islands directly in 22 years (even though it wimped-out to a “tropical storm,” it had STILL been that long since SOMETHING nasty directly hit the Hawaiian Islands). After YEARS of working disasters, they are now starting to FOLLOW me, I guess.
My CAVE is a virtual palace of preparedness. The Pony Corral has a preparedness kit. My truck has food for two people for nine days and at least enough water for three days (I often carry extra water when traveling.
In Hawaii, we only had what we had brought with us. And what we could find.
The most important part of an adventure – especially one that involves walking some 500-miles with everything you need in ONE place that you will be CARRYING – would be the backpack.
Despite owning a large number of military-style and a couple of military-issue bags, I decided to go with a civilian manufactured one: as mentioned in the item on hydration reservoirs, the military service requires a VERY rugged and VERY durable bag, carrying a total weight of 70-pounds (when I deployed to Kosovo, I was allowed to pack my body armor – as opposed to wearing it – and that was 35-pounds PLUS two days of clothing and anything else I might want to have fairly handy, which for the medic, was a small assortment of medical stuff to at least stop the bleeding – I couldn’t tell HOW much that weighed, but I tipped-over when I sat down with it). They EXPECT it to BE thrown, piled in a stack with others of that same weight, dropped from heights, and for you to fall-down on it when you sudden come upon people that don’t like you.
So they are built incredibly tough. This makes them incredibly heavy, compared to civilian models. And they come in this design that screams “MILITARY PERSON HERE.” Sometimes you DON’T want to advertise that – it bothers people to think you might be invading them 🙂
Although I actually STARTED with another choice – a smaller bag – Pony, who had been pounding the virtues of smaller (and hence, lighter) bags, then surprised me by changing HER mind and going with a LARGER bag. Continue reading “The BAG!”