When I first saw this thread, I knew everyone was going to share some heavy item they carried. I don’t have anything heavy to share. Not because I am the consummate light hiker, but well – I am too lazy to carry a bunch of heavy stuff.
Then I thought — how many of us have carried things that put us in danger?
I did that once – brought something dangerous. On a backpacking trip with my son 6 years ago I wore my wedding ring. Now as those who work around machinery know, a finger ring is dangerous. Should it catch on a piece of equipment, one could lose a finger. And during a fall while backpacking your ring could catch on a rock or shrub and separate your ring finger from your hand.
And on this trip I did slip and fall as we were traversing a steep hill off trail, painfully spraining my knee. But the wedding ring did not come into play as a threat to my well-being during the fall. that happened some time later.
I must share that the threat and danger to my well-being is my continuing struggle to understand women.
Some background about the wedding ring and how it posed a threat to my life.
You see, it started when my wife and I were about to get married; we went shopping for wedding rings. Having been married once before, I understood the irrational symbolic fixation women seem to have about rings. So while my wife-to-be was looking at multi-caret stones, none of which she was going to get; I pulled the salesman aside for a discussion. We were at Zales, because I knew they had stores in about a zillion cities. I asked the salesman to show me the basic inexpensive men’s wedding band, the one that they would always have in stock.
Yes, they had such a thing.
I knew that in case I lost the wedding band, I needed one that could be easily replaced no matter where in the US I was. And to my future wife’s protests, we purchased this inexpensive model for me.
And as I knew would eventually happen, I lost the ring. I didn’t know I had lost it. One night the wife noticed my ring finger was naked. In a panic, she raced down to Zales to get a replacement. She told me I was lucky they still had the exact model in stock. So after a few sessions of psychological amputation by my wife, we settled back into wedded bliss.
About 6 months later I found the original ring at the bottom of my computer bag. I came home and proudly showed her both rings. Now her response was completely unexpected – it took me completely by surprise.
She stared at both rings for a while, and then looking deep into my eyes asked,
“Which ring was blessed by the priest?”
Duh!
Dumbfounded, I tried, using my most sincere voice and holding up one of the rings saying, “Why of course this one! You don’t think I take these kind of things lightly, do you?” I lied.
She told me I was full of crap.
So from that day forward I was careful with the ring. And I never took it off, even when backpacking.
So back to the backpacking trip with my son…
The first night we were making camp, I was in serious pain, and while preparing dinner, I noticed my ring finger was – NAKED!!
The next day we backtracked a little bit looking for the ring, but to no avail. I knew it would be futile, so we continued on with our trip. When we got home, I rummaged through all her jewelry boxes and found the “non-blessed” ring. I have been wearing it ever since. She doesn't know I lost the blessed ring and have been wearing the "non-blessed" ring for 6 years.
Now when I go backpacking, I take the ring off and leave it in the truck and put it back on when I get back to the truck.
This thread reminded me that I need to go to Zales and get another “non-blessed” ring and put it back in the jewelry box, because sooner or later I am going to lose this blessed ring on my finger.
To the OP: Thanks for starting this thread, you may have saved my life.