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Anyway, with that all done I got up the nerve to weed out the extra bits and pieces of car camping questionables from our gear. Two milk crates full of pieces of gear we haven't used in years and are unlikely to. I set the yard sale castoffs aside and commanded-begged my wife to "get in here (please) and agree with me (pretty please) that we don't need this stuff." Some of it had family memories, like the bungee clothesline, partially melted plastic spaghetti fork, rusty soup ladle...but in the end it was easier than I'd anticipated.
We have a tradition of spending an evening in the basement gear room every year with boxes ready for the Goodwill gear and a large trashcan for the junk. A ruthless evening, enlivened by a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.
Ruthlessness is key (the second bottle of champagne helps in that regard), but there are some junk items that, after consideration, have gone back in storage every year.
Do we really need metal spoons beaten flat with rock, fashioned into crude pancake flipping spatulas?
“Spoons” mind you, plural. We have two, and have kept both of them.