I need to get this gear sorted. The clothes are being culled in favour of supplements of the dietry kind. But it still needs sorting. The scroggin needs mixing up and putting into sachets for each day as does the drink supplement. I fear it is still going to weigh more than I want. Maybe I should throw the tent away and sleep standing up! Pete probably wouldn’t appreciate that – he is supposed to be sharing the tent! Heck have I forgotten anything? We can’t just nick down to the corner store if we have. It’s been a while since I have trekked in a remote place so I am scratching my head trying to remember all the tricks. I can put up with most nonsense as long as I have dry feet, so I am erring on the side of plenty of socks, all individually sealed against the wet. Eek, how on earth am I supposed to assess my state of hydration if the vitamin B supplement we are taking turns my urine the vibrant colour of an orange Stanley screwdiver handle (we all have different points of reference).
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