Packing Heat
August 18, 2004 2:16 PM Subscribe
Backpacking Stove collection from Japan. Amazing variety with pictures and heat ratings.
This is my favorite backpacking stove. Anything made out of a beercan is tops in my book.
posted by spilon at 3:38 PM on August 18, 2004
posted by spilon at 3:38 PM on August 18, 2004
spilon, i use that one when i go backpacking with a group, and this one when i go solo.
(they're both great, though it's more fun to get the matarials ready for the first one.)
posted by dolface at 4:05 PM on August 18, 2004
(they're both great, though it's more fun to get the matarials ready for the first one.)
posted by dolface at 4:05 PM on August 18, 2004
Japanese backpackers, like Japanese geeks (and Japanese teens for that matter) are the ultimate gearheads, they obsess over their pack weights to a degree that puts even the most obsessive Ray Jardine fan to shame. I'm sure you could find sites likes this covering every piece of equipment down to underwear.
Being a small of stature American and being near Boulder, CO (home of Mont Bell's flagship return to the American backpacking scene), I'm frequently tortured by a trip to the store where I ogle outrageously priced, weight to the point of feathers-gear that actually fits me (though they've resumed making American sizes things still tend to run on the small side). I had a second-hand Mont Bell bag as a kid that put all my friends' Sears cotton watersoakers to shame.
In all fairness, the religion of Ray has spawned a home-grown competitor right along side them (in Boulder as well) GoLite.
Ain't obsession grand? For the record, although I've read the books and subscribe to the theory, my pack still weighs out in the 30s to low 40s, Ray can keep his half-length egg-foam for all I care. You can have my Big Agnes when you pry it from my warm, comfortable dead back.
posted by m@ at 8:40 AM on August 19, 2004
Being a small of stature American and being near Boulder, CO (home of Mont Bell's flagship return to the American backpacking scene), I'm frequently tortured by a trip to the store where I ogle outrageously priced, weight to the point of feathers-gear that actually fits me (though they've resumed making American sizes things still tend to run on the small side). I had a second-hand Mont Bell bag as a kid that put all my friends' Sears cotton watersoakers to shame.
In all fairness, the religion of Ray has spawned a home-grown competitor right along side them (in Boulder as well) GoLite.
Ain't obsession grand? For the record, although I've read the books and subscribe to the theory, my pack still weighs out in the 30s to low 40s, Ray can keep his half-length egg-foam for all I care. You can have my Big Agnes when you pry it from my warm, comfortable dead back.
posted by m@ at 8:40 AM on August 19, 2004
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