In the 1960’s I recall my Father driving from Indiana to Colorado to Elk hunt.  He would tell my Mother, “ I will see you when I get back”.  Sometimes it would be 10 days and other times it would be 3 weeks.  He never called home a single time.

I started paddling up North and very much enjoyed being out of contact.  Now several decades later our groups bring, satellite phones, Spot Locators, GPS’s, Kindles, elaborate charging systems,  etc.  The home folks demand contact so they can share with us the daily drama that we go to the woods to escape.  I am also guilty.

If we find a nice site empty that we had marked on our maps, we are happy.    If we blunder in to one off the travel routes that will barely do, we are delighted.

One of the things I hate about my job is when they roll out new software.  Nothing quite as annoying in my world as capturing every last shred of data, whither it tells us anything of value or not.

I planned a short rant here and apparently went out of bounds.

Standard Apologies.

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