Once again, my fanny pack wasn’t tough enough to handle the 3Day. Technically it wasn’t even tough enough to handle a half day – it was falling apart before lunch on Friday. Seriously. This picture shows the replacement pack I bought in camp and it worked out great. I ended up wearing it in front the rest of the weekend because I had a drawstring bag with my jacket and a few other things on my back. It was perfect though and I found it quite convenient to have everything I needed right there in a pocket in front of me. I kind of miss it now, in the non-3Day world. I think I may very well have been a marsupial in another life…
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- Yelling and Cheering and Dancing and Tears
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- On the Home Stretch
- Lunch With Friends
- Ummm… You Kind of Left Out Some Details… Like 200 ...
- You’re Not So Tough
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- The Moment of Truth
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- Covering All The Angles
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