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This is an awesome thread, particularly the posts from hikers willing to 'fess up with a sense of humor. I particularly love the photo of the Dad at Pt. Reyes and the one of those Raichle's. I have a lot of miles in boots like that and I still wear them to presentations every once in a while for the look and the odd, pendulum sensation from striding in boots that weigh 3lb each.
My stupid heavies: --I have one of those expandable candle lanterns from the early '80s that's been all over California trails with me. It's brass. That one lives in the supply box, now...
--My awesome, reliable, been everywhere MSR XGK. The stovehead, alone, weights more than my Crux, fuel and pot kit, combined. XGK is now a table-top display/stove use clinic queen.
--My brother had pre-teen, on-trail meltdown, a mile out of Merced camp on the way to Yosemite Valley. I popped the sides off my Kelty, extended the load bar up, put it all back together and strapped his backpack onto the top of mine, resulting in an 8' tall backpacker carrying almost half his body weight. The only way I made it to the Valley was that I was so angry at him that I just powered down the trail. Judging from tourists' glances, I apparently looked pretty gnar in the giant pack and clonky Raichles... their last trip, actually.
--My girlfriend didn't like backpacking, so we got into MTB. Years later, she'd upgraded me to spouse and figured we should take our son to the High Sierra. I didn't think we'd fit the 3 of us in the Bibler, so I packed the Big Agnes Big House 4, with footprint, bear canister, Keens, stove, water filter, fuel and fishing gear, all in my Kelty because a) it didn't weigh "that much" and b) the Kelty "can". This kept my wife and son's packs nice and light, and resulted in definitely Stupid Heavy. I bought hiking poles right after that trip. There was a hilarity to seeing the giant, orange dome up at Thousand Island Lake.
Using the theory of Backpacking Relativity, I'm way ultralight now.
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