So maybe.
Maybe I might be doing some backpacking this year.
The year 2016 was OK. It was OK.
I'm living outside the US, and I had a 90-day window then, when I could be out of here, while my residency was gelling, and so I went north, and backpacked. It worked.
I got in, I did stuff, and playing it safe, I got back within 88 days, and it was all good.
The year 2018 was not OK. It was not OK. It was hot.
I thought I'd get back early, in April, to get a good choice of used cars, and then noodle around, and then do a bunch of backpacking, and then come back to my secret place and resume my official secret quiet life.
Yeah, right. As they say.
April 2018 was the wettest on record in western Washington state.
Then May arrived.
May was either the driest May on record and the second hottest, or the hottest May on record an the second driest. They both hurt. Temperatures were in the 80sF, say between 27C and 32C. Every day. Not good.
I tried some stuff but my heart and soul weren't in it. It hurt to be awake. It hurt to sleep. It hurt to try to sleep. It was too hot to sleep.
It was too hot to do anything in the daytime, and the nights were too hot to sleep, so I spent a lot of time at the library, and then I gave up.
June and July were consistently in the 90sF, up around the 35C range. All pain all the time. Sometimes in August there is hot weather like this, but not in May, in June, in July, so I left.
In 2019 I was going to spend a year in the US, wintering in the Southwest, exploring, and then finishing with summer in the Northwest, doing the backpacking that didn't happen in 2018.
Sure. Fine and dandy. One thing and another, and after four months I decided that that wasn't working in a bunch of ways, and gave up again, but in a lucky way, because Covid came along a few weeks later.
Sort of blew everything out of the water, didn't it?
Anyway, by then I was holed up for close to half a year in the hotel where I have an apartment, along with another guy who also rents an apartment here. His wife was in Canada, looking after her father, but she couldn't have returned here if she'd wanted to.
The streets were vacant. Army patrols, even.
We could get out for medical reasons, or to buy food, between 7 a.m. and noon. Everything was locked up after that.
Other than going out to buy food once a week, it was look out the window and run laps up and down the hotel stairs to stay in shape, at least for me, but eventually that crisis also passed into memory.
Now I'm thinking again, thinking that maybe I need to make another try before I get too old to do anything but go back to looking out the window again and waiting to die, so I'm making plans. Something that passes for plans. Early plans.
Thinking about things. Like equipment. What to buy, what to make, what to do without.
Maybe this year I'll try a bit of tarp camping. Get a hammock, use that, and use the tarp and bug net by themselves a few times if I'm in a barren place, or just want to try the ground under a plain tarp.
One thing that I read about in the late 1950s has stuck with me. I don't see it used or even talked about, which is surprising. It's immensely useful for backpacking.
What I read about was how to moor a boat using a real rope and a piece of rubber rope.
Rubber rope is a thing I've never seen, but it's the idea that counts. The same idea in the world of backpacking shelters works out to be what's called "shock cord", which is just an elastic core wrapped in fabric.
You tie some of this into the middle of a guyline for a tent, or a tarp, or a hammock tarp, and leave a little slack in the real guy line, and this lets the tent or tarp move a little, give a little in the wind, like a flexible tree bending a little, but not snapping off.
The thing is, it's hard to fasten a length of plain shock cord so it stays tied. All knots in the stuff eventually work loose.
Well, you can run this stuff through a little soft metal tube and then crimp the tube, but where do you get super lightweight metal tubing about 1/8" in diameter, in like 1" segments? (3mm by 25mm) There are things like this made for exactly this purpose, but you don't see them just sitting around in every store, and it's baffling what a guy could use as a substitute, so I've been stumped.
Yeah, so today while buying groceries and letting myself be open for ideas about whatever, and also to kill time, I blithely wandered through the women's doodad section at the supermarket and had a nice bingo moment.
Goody. Goody Ouchless Hair Elastics and Goody Ponytail Holders. Yep. Them's things, and they were there. Just about what I wanted, and all ready-made. Cheap too.
Goody.com doesn't have details. You have to follow the links from there to Walmart or Target and check them, and that's where I stole the images you see here. Too good not to steal.
I made a dumb graphic (right below) showing how to use elastic with guylines and it shows way too much slack, but I'm not going to do it over, so use your imagination. And what looks like a knot on each side should be in red. Or something. The graphic should be clearer, but I'm not a pro, hey. (Another D'Oh! moment, brought to you by me.) But it's the idea that counts, and this is one idea that is really fine. Think about it. I believe you've even caught on already. The elastic stretches just so far under heavy stress, and then the actual guyline takes over. Brilliant, as they say.
Guy line with elastic tensioner, showing way too much slack.
Ouchless hair elastics.
Ouchless hair elastics showing thickness.
Ponytail holders.
One ponytail holder, showing "welded" ends — no knots, no crimping, etc. Woot!
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