The “is UL a phase?” thread in the philosophy forum got me thinking…so, just for fun, in the stylings of xkcd:
Edit: poetic addition from Doug I:
To the tune of Pink Floyd’s “Time”
(With apologies to Roger, David, Nick and Richard)
Toiling away on the trail you’re a car camping cliche.
You fret and you sweat every pound in a serious way.
You’re pretty unsure if those lawn chairs are going to be worth it.
You’re waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lifting heavy packs, your shoulders crying out in pain.
You’re not young, the trail is long and every step just makes you pay.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
Your knees make noise, you’re filled with dread, then you find the UL thread.
So you go get a scale and you weigh everything down to ounces.
To you REI is nothing more than a sad lifestyle store.
Your blood on your DIY cat can stove is a trophy.
When your Sawyer’s up in your arse, you’ve probably gone too far.
Your gear list isn’t getting shorter, spending much more time in chaff.
Screw gear forum, where’s Bob G, he’s always good for a laugh.
The weight is gone, the song is over
Nothing really more to this faff….
If you’re going to take this seriously at all, please move on…
