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I am heading off for a lakeside car camper with friends I haven’t seen in too long. I started packing 3 days ago and I’m still finding gear to bring. At least when packing for a paddling trip there is a finite limit on what I might need or use. It is turning into an ever increasing truck load of Glamper gear.
Why not, it all fits with room to spare.
Blue barrel. I don’t need it, but with the fold out top it makes a great coffee table (see below).
The lakeside sites are all electric, so a Mr. Coffee machine (declared too grody for the kitchen, still works fine), cups, creamer, spoons, extension cord, giant gallon tub of coffee and the “Coffee’s Ready” flag to fly. Almost forgot the coffee filters. Do not do this on group car campers unless you enjoy early morning company.
Clothing for a month. Food for a week+. 20F bag, zero degree bag. I probably don’t need the microfiber bed sheet, but it lives in the truck.
Nice thick foam mattress, pillows (plural), bedside storage table, fan and light.
1000 page book for insulated hammock hanging. Multiple pairs of reading glasses. I’ll pick up a fresh Washington Post en route. Hammock hanging by the lakeshore or ensconced in the tripper truck I won’t lack for reading material.
Oversized wind-chair, with head extension and insulating butt and back pads. I have been to this lake before and the nights can be cold and breezy. And with this group, long.
Two decked canoes (Optima and Kamerad) with paddles, spare paddles, sails and covers. I just finished a rudder revision on the Kamerad, need to try it and, eh, maybe someone will come sailing with me. Room on the racks, might as well.
Box of Duckhead beer cozies. The last order of a gross may have been too much. A box full of 144 foam beer cozies takes up a lot of storage space.
Giant, virgin stock pot sized fire-in-a-can and feeder bricks. I made that oversized version a year ago and have yet to light it. It is time, for a number of reasons.
Jar of friend Jim’s ashes*. Jim was a regular at gatherings on this lake; some ashes for the water where we paddled together, some for the campfire, where his storytelling was renown, maybe a little sprinkled into that fire-in-a-can, so I always have a bit of Jim to burn.
Oh, yeah, a lot of beer.
Stop me before I put anything else in the truck. Or not, there’s still room.
Why not, it all fits with room to spare.
Blue barrel. I don’t need it, but with the fold out top it makes a great coffee table (see below).
The lakeside sites are all electric, so a Mr. Coffee machine (declared too grody for the kitchen, still works fine), cups, creamer, spoons, extension cord, giant gallon tub of coffee and the “Coffee’s Ready” flag to fly. Almost forgot the coffee filters. Do not do this on group car campers unless you enjoy early morning company.
Clothing for a month. Food for a week+. 20F bag, zero degree bag. I probably don’t need the microfiber bed sheet, but it lives in the truck.
Nice thick foam mattress, pillows (plural), bedside storage table, fan and light.
1000 page book for insulated hammock hanging. Multiple pairs of reading glasses. I’ll pick up a fresh Washington Post en route. Hammock hanging by the lakeshore or ensconced in the tripper truck I won’t lack for reading material.
Oversized wind-chair, with head extension and insulating butt and back pads. I have been to this lake before and the nights can be cold and breezy. And with this group, long.
Two decked canoes (Optima and Kamerad) with paddles, spare paddles, sails and covers. I just finished a rudder revision on the Kamerad, need to try it and, eh, maybe someone will come sailing with me. Room on the racks, might as well.
Box of Duckhead beer cozies. The last order of a gross may have been too much. A box full of 144 foam beer cozies takes up a lot of storage space.
Giant, virgin stock pot sized fire-in-a-can and feeder bricks. I made that oversized version a year ago and have yet to light it. It is time, for a number of reasons.
Jar of friend Jim’s ashes*. Jim was a regular at gatherings on this lake; some ashes for the water where we paddled together, some for the campfire, where his storytelling was renown, maybe a little sprinkled into that fire-in-a-can, so I always have a bit of Jim to burn.
Oh, yeah, a lot of beer.
Stop me before I put anything else in the truck. Or not, there’s still room.
