Murphy's Laws of Backpacking

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#1

Let’s have some fun since we can’t be out on the CT right now…

Waaaaay back in 2003 on another forum, Brawny and I came up with a series of Murphyisms surrounding our favorite pasttime. Please feel free to add your own.

(1) "Need is directly impacted by Scarcity.
(in other words, the more scarce it is, the more you need it)
and its natural corollary: If you bring a gob, you won’t need it.

(2) Record cold will follow if you send home winter gear.
which correlates to: Record heat will follow if you decide to keep your winter gear
another week.

(3) Pretending you don’t hear (or just plain ignoring) a Park Ranger that
is using his/her loudspeaker can get your butt thrown out of
Yellowstone National Park.

(4) No matter how light you think your gear is, Brawny has just designed
something infinitely lighter and more functional, and she will make a
small fortune off it too.

(5) Leaving your ice axe and crampons at home in order to save weight is
the surest way to get a mid-August snow storm in the high Sierras.

(6) Observing National Hike Naked Day assures one of meeting a lost,
frustrated TV camera crew at a remote road crossing. They will be
facing a deadline and have so far found nothing of interest to
photograph.

Corollary: At least three of your blabber-mouthed friends will see
the pictures of you on the 6 o’clock news. At least one will call the
station to ID you.

“Bob – I love your backpacking Murphy’s How about some food Murphy’s?”
Brawny

FOOD MURPHY’S? Hmmmm…OK

  1. The dehydrated dinner you prepared after a long 25 mile day on the
    trail will not look or taste anything like what the packaging
    described and will be inedible - even by a hungry hiker.

  2. Only after irretrievably throwing your inedible dinner away will
    you discover that your pack is now devoid of food and it is still 34
    miles to your re-supply point.

COROLLARY: 26 of those 34 miles will be up-hill

  1. Sadly, there is no such thing as dehydrated water. You still have
    to carry those eight liters at 2 pounds each on your desert trek.

  2. The sugar you just stirred into the group’s evening tea turns out
    to be tooth powder or baking soda. While trying to avoid the rocks
    and insults hurled in your direction, you make a mental note to
    properly label everything before loading your pack.

  3. The watched pot never boils. The unwatched pot carbonizes its
    contents solidly to the bottom in the blink of an eye.

  4. In your haste to get to the trail, you neglect to test-fire your
    stove. Only AFTER your support vehicle leaves and you begin to
    prepare dinner do you discover that one of the fuel connections leaks
    under pressure. Unfortunately, you have already lit the match.

COROLLARY 1: In your rabid pursuit of ultralite Nirvana, you left
the special wrench needed to tighten said connection at home.

COROLLARY 2: You learn to love slightly crunchy, cold re-hydrated
food over the next 125 miles.

  1. The packaging called the dinner “spicy”. Out on the trail you
    discover that the manufacturer has discovered a process to dehydrate
    molten lava.

COROLLARY: You have three more of these dinners in your food bag.

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Wandering Bob

#2

…hahahaha!..

maw-ee

#3

It won’t be a sensational wild animal attack, lightning strike, or even a tragic fall that stops your hike. It will be a stubbed toe in a motel room or tripping on a curb in town.

Garlic

#4

The one night your campsite is too rocky or sandy to stake down your “freestanding” tent will be the night you get The Runs at 2am. The wind will come up while you’re out of the tent, squatting powerless with your pants around your ankles.

blisterfree

#5

I have a great example from this past summer hiking the CT. I was in the middle of a very dry section in the San Juans (no water for 15+ miles) when I set my backpack down prior to setting up camp. I leaned up against my backpack, closed my eyes, and took a 10 minute siesta. I awake to my back soaked as my camelback sprung a leak and was completely emptied. I had all of 16 oz. remaining in a Nalgene for camping, dinner, breakfast, and a 10 mile hike before reaching water. Dinner was a Clif bar (no Mtn. House with no water), breakfast consisted of another Clif bar (no oatmeal or coffee, ugh!), and I drank one ounce per mile for 10 miles on, of course, the hottest day of the trip. I was never so happy to find a small stream of water in a meadow/gulch that was filled will large, fresh elk patties. It never tasted so good. SJ Ron

SanJuanRon