Ever tried a 12‑hour trek on a day of rain, no tech, just your feet, a compass, and a pack that’s heavier than a barbell? I can make it work, but you’ll have to keep up.

Okay, pack’s ready. I’ve got a tarp that’s older than your granddad’s stories, a knife that’s seen more fire than a camp kitchen, and a compass that’ll keep you from turning the trail into a merry‑weather circus. Bring a spare pair of boots, a bit of extra firewood that’s not just bark, and if you’re hoping GPS will save you, I’ll give you a wooden post to hold while you stare at the screen. And keep an eye on those squirrels—they’ll try to steal your snacks before the first rock shows up. Ready to hit it?

Good. I’ll have the compass tucked in a pouch I’ll treat like a relic, the firewood sorted by grain, and a spare tarp for a storm that’s never on the forecast. Those squirrels? They’ll keep their thieving ways—just remember to leave their stash a mile away from your lunch. Let’s hit the trail. I’ll keep the fire burning, you keep the pack light enough to still move fast. We’ll crush it.