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A firestarter, a whistle, a compass, a flashlight, and a pocketknife.
Fundamental tools of boyhood. You callin' me old school? Gimme a break. I was born in 1970.
So, would someone mind telling me which generation of stupid parents replaced all this with gameboys and daycare centers? Maybe it's the same generation that can't afford to teach their boys to be boys because they have neither the time nor the energy because they're breaking themselves up at work. Maybe it's my generation. Maybe it's me?
OK, I confess. I'm guilty, often. But I think I'd rather fight this - hard - than give up because "society (or...taxes...or...Republicans/Democrats...or...my parents...or...college debt...or...or...or...) has put me into this spot".
Should I rather sacrifice self so my son can teach his son:
How is it that caretakers, videogames, and MP3 players have become ideological totems of the most recent generation(s) of our youth?
What am I providing my kid that directly impacts his values? How about you?
Live lightly.
The grass is now greening in Southwest Montana. This means that the race is now on among the members of our homeowners association (I think we'll take another mulligan in '07) to have the Best Lawn. Which, in real terms, simply means: They Who Waste the Greatest Amount of Water to Keep Their Lawn Pretty.
Which is as good of a reason as any to get out of the burbs and head to the hills.
The drive from my house to this Bangtail Mountain trailhead, where there is still snow, is long: 24 minutes.
We'll do it, though. Kicking and screaming. Because winter is now speeding upward, and we know, like many others in this mountain town, that spring simply means: "a long time until ski season again". Bummer, dude.
I brought back a snowball for the neighbors, and hid it in the corner of their yard, hoping that little patch will be annoyingly greener than the rest of their lawn come June.
Photo: Author and son, Chase, in the Bangtail Mountains of Southwest Montana.
I know, everyone wants to talk about shelters, sleeping bags, backpacks. But what of the lowly repair kit, relegated to some back corner of your pack, forgotten until - that's right - it saves your butt out in the middle of nowhere.
Skip the temptation, however, to pack a Binford Tools box.
What are we really repairing, after all, way out here in the backcountry?
Tarps, Clothes, Shoes, Socks, Packs, and Inflatables. At least for me.
OK, so on to my repair kit. It's 0.7 ounces and contains four items:
There you have it. Four items that can be used to repair virtually any type of soft goods you have. As for broken buckles, stoves, lights, compasses, etc., that can't be repaired with tape, adhesive, needle, and thread, well, my advice is that you choose your gear wisely!