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I pack using an all-encompassing list that includes everything from car camping to cross country travel to wilderness tripping. I have a separate list for day paddling (one column) and hunting (second column), but anything possibly needed is on the big master list.
That’s not especially odd. But now, nearly finished packing for a bit of everything group trip, I have recognize some peculiar habits.
I stage everything I think I need from that list. And then, before I actually pack the truck, I always take a couple things off the table after some “what-was-I-thinking” contemplation of the pile.
After that contemplation I really like having the truck fully packed and organized a full day before I depart. And then I add some last minute bits and pieces, almost never the same excess I removed upon contemplation.
The boat of choice gets washed, mostly for an up close and personal inspection*. And then, if I am packing for a long duration trip, the canoe doesn’t go on the truck, it comes into the shop; there is always something to tweak or attend to, especially if it is a canoe I paddle irregularly.
I willingly and knowingly overpack clothes for car campers and truck travel. I never remove any truck packed clothing, but I always add some. Packing extra fleece when the sweat is dripping off my nose, even when I know the distant chilly forecast, remains counter-intuitive. See also shorts and tee shirts when I can see my breath.
Who cares, I have plenty of designed storage space in the tripping truck for excess clothing. Especially if I am heading 6 or 8 or 30 hours away to a different elevation or different clime. After shivering in snow along the Florida Gulf coast, and having to buy more shorts and tee shirts in North Carolina in February, I’m all in on bringing a full range of clothing in the truck. Plus if I’m stopping to do laundry on the road it better be at least two loads.
A temperature range of sleeping bags too.
My solo travel gear toting limit in the tripping truck is governed by how much won’t-need-it-soon gear I can stash behind the seats, and the more readily needed gear I can secure on the shelves and boxes built into the bed. And still have an open foam mattress to crawl into at will.
I tweaked a couple things on this trip’s boat of choice, a soloized UL kevlar Malecite, and improved the Igloo cooler that lives in the tripping truck bed. And I still have a lazy afternoon to screw around with last minute gear, group trip gifts and give aways. Woo hoo, what little group trinkets and treats have I forgotten?
One thing I (once again) did not do in a timely manner. I cut my fingernails short just before a trip, but I really, really need to do that before I start packing for a trip, not the night before. I split a nail stuffing or packing or stacking gear every dang time, and only then attend the nail clippers. Every. . . . .dang. . . . time; I am a slow learner.
That’s not especially odd. But now, nearly finished packing for a bit of everything group trip, I have recognize some peculiar habits.
I stage everything I think I need from that list. And then, before I actually pack the truck, I always take a couple things off the table after some “what-was-I-thinking” contemplation of the pile.
After that contemplation I really like having the truck fully packed and organized a full day before I depart. And then I add some last minute bits and pieces, almost never the same excess I removed upon contemplation.
The boat of choice gets washed, mostly for an up close and personal inspection*. And then, if I am packing for a long duration trip, the canoe doesn’t go on the truck, it comes into the shop; there is always something to tweak or attend to, especially if it is a canoe I paddle irregularly.
I willingly and knowingly overpack clothes for car campers and truck travel. I never remove any truck packed clothing, but I always add some. Packing extra fleece when the sweat is dripping off my nose, even when I know the distant chilly forecast, remains counter-intuitive. See also shorts and tee shirts when I can see my breath.
Who cares, I have plenty of designed storage space in the tripping truck for excess clothing. Especially if I am heading 6 or 8 or 30 hours away to a different elevation or different clime. After shivering in snow along the Florida Gulf coast, and having to buy more shorts and tee shirts in North Carolina in February, I’m all in on bringing a full range of clothing in the truck. Plus if I’m stopping to do laundry on the road it better be at least two loads.
A temperature range of sleeping bags too.
My solo travel gear toting limit in the tripping truck is governed by how much won’t-need-it-soon gear I can stash behind the seats, and the more readily needed gear I can secure on the shelves and boxes built into the bed. And still have an open foam mattress to crawl into at will.
I tweaked a couple things on this trip’s boat of choice, a soloized UL kevlar Malecite, and improved the Igloo cooler that lives in the tripping truck bed. And I still have a lazy afternoon to screw around with last minute gear, group trip gifts and give aways. Woo hoo, what little group trinkets and treats have I forgotten?
One thing I (once again) did not do in a timely manner. I cut my fingernails short just before a trip, but I really, really need to do that before I start packing for a trip, not the night before. I split a nail stuffing or packing or stacking gear every dang time, and only then attend the nail clippers. Every. . . . .dang. . . . time; I am a slow learner.