Except for gear. And with a house with only one closet, no garage and one shed, it was time to visit the Land of Unwanted Gear. It was raining, so there was one thing to do: wade in.
As a backpacker of many decades, I have accumulated considerable amounts of gear. It's always tempting to reach for the next shiny thing, and over my years of hiking, newer, better things have emerged. I'll never go back to using a water pump filter, for example, so I added two of these to the pile. This backpacking stove was purchased in a fit of stove envy, but as it turned out, I really didn't want to fiddle with priming and fuel bottles. A mystery tent pole emerged from the depths. What was it, and where did it belong? The mysteries continued. It was almost like an archaeological dig.
The neighbors approached and left happily with a backpack and two tents. Briefly I was consumed by reading a journal from my time in exile in a small sagebrush town. Had I really been that lonely and heartbroken? I found old pictures. There were my Alaska co-workers, carrying our required rifles by the biggest waterfall I have ever seen. Oh look, there's my first backpacking stove. So heavy! There was my first tent that I bought with my own money, that I carried all over the Sierras. I was awash in memories.
Time. It goes so fast.
I found three sleeping bags I had FORGOTTEN I EVEN HAD. How does that even happen?
I found my new bike helmet.
Here's the shameful tally:
Tents sold: 4. Tents kept: 4. (Well....)
Water filters sold: 2. Filters kept: 1.
Stoves sold: 2. Kept: 1.
Sleeping bags sold: 2. Kept: 5. (I KNOW)
Backpacks sold: 4. Kept: 5. (I know. I know!)
Room in shed for more gear: Infinite!
Are you a gear hoarder for a certain activity? Do you ever get rid of stuff?
Next, the old running shoe shelf!
(sorry no pictures, it's too shameful!)