Remember folks: a fed bear is a head bear. Not that anyone would ever pack items for hairdressing into the wilderness, and someone really needs to update their renderings of contemporary shelters. Recently I had an olfactory trigger on catching a whiff of some mildewed canvas and it immediately transported me back in time to all the barbaric camping gear I used to haul around in the backpack as a teen. Not to mention the most scary things in that neck of the woods were accompanied by a banjo. Now that I have a banjo, and have been charged by grizzly bears, people still scare me the most, followed closely by mold.
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