With our cross-country move date getting closer and having nearly shut down our homestead, I have been packing almost every day. I have also been purging a lot of outdoor gear, which has been epic.
The feeling as I unearth old gear that I haven’t used in 15 years is more like a face palm, as I have moved it twice—and it’s not making a third jump.
I have a spot on the road we live on called “The Great Pile,” and I swear people drive by daily to see what “treasures” they might haul off. Now, it’s time for outdoor gear. We shall see how it fares.
First up was shedding my ancient Sling Light chair (and who knows what happened to the headrest). It never made a trip over 3 miles long because it might have been “light,” but it wasn’t really light weight.
And I cannot imagine I could get back out of it now, without getting on the ground and doing a squat to get up. Lol.
Back to work, it ain’t going to walk itself to the road….all the bad gear mistakes.


