A pack mule?
That’s so not going to happen.
If you’re wondering where this came from, here goes.
We both share a love of the outdoors; that’s all fine and dandy.
We’ve gone camping, walking, hiking, wandering, you name it through the years.
And yes, I totally enjoy it.
But there’s been a new “thing” brewing in Gruffy’s mind lately and it’s getting more and more apparent he’s really serious.
This is his vision: The two of us are going to “pack in” to a camping site somewhere way off the beaten path carrying everything we need on our backs.
It’s a fine idea for those who liken themselves to being a pack mule, but this is one role I don’t think our marriage vows or anything else demands.
Being on the nearer side of 60 than 50 now, there are just some things that aren’t going to be part of my life.
And this back packing into the wilderness is one of them, at least if I have to haul in a couple days’ worth of supplies.
Just exactly what I would have to have, really needed, because that’s about all I could manage to haul. And just covering my needs is not a certainty.
Probably the most important thing and the heaviest would be water. I drink about eight bottles a day as it is, so if you add the hiking element, it would add up to a big part of what I could “tote”
Let’s just say I’d be good for about 25 pounds on my back, that is, even if we do this. Comparing my load to Gruffy’s “training” outings at Lakeside Park, during which he’s packed in about 40 pounds or a little more, and it’s obvious we won’t be evenly matched.
I’m going to guess the water itself would take up at least five pounds.
Clothes are light and not a lot of them are necessary for this kind of trip, so let’s just add another three to five pounds for that.
Well, crackers and some of those “nutri bar” things would probably do me; I could go a day or so without real food.
I have to have coffee, and a way to make it. But instant coffee bags and a cup and a way to heat water would work.
Not much weight there I suppose.
What to sleep on?
Those camping mats don’t weigh much, but they’re not too comfy. So much for sleeping well. And oh, a pillow would be too cumbersome, so forget that.
A camera would be essential - there’s a couple more pounds.
A light source - not that heavy, but I’d need that too.
Not too important on a trek like Gruffy’s talking about. Just grin and bear it and hope you come across an unpolluted creek.
Let’s don’t even talk about what happens if it pours buckets. That’s happened to us before and it was a three hour nightmare of a hike, even with the right gear.
I’ve been hoping that this idea of his would wear off and that it was just another phase.
But it keeps coming up, I keep saying “No,” and no one seems to get the message.
It’s just more and more talk about this impending outing.
There are lots of things I do and would do for my spouse, but this just isn’t one of them.
No, you won’t see me out there fitted like a poor old pack mule to see the outdoors.
I guess I just have one more comment for old Gruffy on this plan.
“Do I look like I have four big long legs and a big broad back?”
“I didn’t think so.”
Maybe he’ll get it now.