Goodbye old friend

My daypack for the last 20 years has been a miracle. Just a month old, it was stolen by a car prowler in Seattle and we just happened to find it in a dumpster three blocks away, emptied of anything “valuable.” But far more valuable was the pack itself and all the adventures it’s been on.

Wherever I’ve gone, it’s gone too. To Germany and back. Down the Green River in Utah. And up and down and all over the North Shore, spring, summer, fall and winter.

When the seams began to burst, Get There! Designs in Ely fixed it up and made it good for another 4 or 5 years. Now the seams are really going. The nylon is so worn it won’t hold the thread used to fix it.

I splurged on a new pack at REI last month. I’m not feeling real good about it yet. I found one that was as simple as the old one and nearly as big.

Thank you, Sally, for that wonderful birthday present back in 1991. May be the best present ever. Especially since I’ve gotten to share it with you so many times.


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  1. komet says:

    A nice post. In this throw-away culture where we always seem to have to have the latest thing, this is a nice example of how meaningful things can become when we actually hang onto them for a long time and they become filled with spirit and memories.

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