I have a list of necessary equipment that is quite long, no one mentioned the essential camp gear for extended stays, such as coleman stove, tent, 5 gallons of water etc., etc. Having given much thought to this, I elected to promote my wife from her post of Chief Domestic Engineer to Expedition Logistics Manager, and fully explained to her the requirements of the job and the adventure she would be experiencing.
I even purchased a two wheel rickshaw device for her use, to load all this gear onto, so that she would not see the job as one of extreme toil, but rather a challenge to her management skills. The rickshaw has a load rating of 900 lbs and I saw no problems in loading anything that we might possibly need.
On our first trek to the lake there were some minor difficulties when she attempted to pull the rickshaw
through an expanse of sand, some 500 feet long. I noticed that there was a great deal of grunting and groaning emanating from her vacinity, but I put it off to the fact that she must be out of shape and in need of more exercise, as she was sweating profusely and there was a strange look in her eyes. I then offered to help her turn the rickshaw around and go back the way she had come, and then follow an easier route around the sand and to meet me on the other side. I explained to her that it would only add about 1-1/4 miles to her being sucessful in her job as Logistics Manager and upon her arrival back to the point where I was patiently waiting, she would be able to pause for a few minutes and catch her breath. I then proceeded on my way across the remaining sand and I noticed that there was a great deal of grumbling coming from somewhere behind me, but I ignored it as there are always bound to be some problems of adjustment in a new job and I chose not to take it too seriously.
Soon I arrived at the point where my wife would meet me with the rickshaw and the equipment, and I noticed that she was nowhere in sight. I waited until the time for her arrival was well past and then checking my watch, I went in search of her. As I came to the top of a rise some distance back from the lake, I first began to smell smoke and then noticed ahead of me that there was a fire burning some distance away and close to where we had parked the truck. As I got closer I could see that the fire was in fact the rickshaw and all the equipment. I began to throw dirt on the fire in a futile attempt at controlling it and it was at that point that I saw our pickup backing out of the parking place, with my loving wife at the wheel. I called out to her to come help put out the fire. At that point she extended her arm out of the window of the truck, raised it high in the air and gave me a wave with only one finger extended. At first I thought that might mean she was going to find help or maybe call the fire department, but upon some reflection I realized that could not be the reason for her sudden departure, as we both had cell phones.
Hummmm, I wonder if it might have been something I said..............................
Moral of the story? NEVER TAKE MORE THAN YOU CAN CARRY BY YOURSELF.
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don't know if any of these 3 are what your Hintin' at tho? 
