It's day two of your traverse across the Olympic range in Washington state and it's been raining for the full 48 hours you've been here. Despite your rain-jacket and pants and umbrella, you're soaked to the bone and so is everything that wasn't in the liner bag in your pack. Go lightweight? Sure, but who cares since your pack has taken on enough water to begin to bore into your collar bone and remind you why you wanted to go lightweight in the first place. . . .
A long day ends and the rain turns to a misty fog, cloaking the landscape in front of you. Your glasses are perpetually misted over and you can just manage to make sure you don't sprain your ankle dodging rocks on the last stretch down to the valley where you'll make camp. A sudden breeze chills you, reminding you that you aren't particularly skilled at–or equipped for–wet wood fire starting. You almost chuckle at the razor blade you brought instead of a knife, but you're jealous of it….tucked snuggly as it is between two pieces of somewhat dry cardboard.
The mist is enchanting though, and beautiful. You look around and take in the landscape for the last time before the sun fades away. Trees shrouded in fog; truly a scene out of some childhood elfen fantasy. But then you wonder how your down bag will hold up with water litearlly floating in the air…..
Nevermind all that, you say. Tonight is going to be warm and cozy, because I brought along my ____________ .
Finish it with your set-up….(tent? bivy? synthetic? gallon of kerosene? emergency beacon?)

