We spent hours planning our meals and arranging gear in the packs: camp stove, wool socks, well-stocked first aid kit, water purifier, kitchen sink, and so on. We stopped for lunch near the trailhead after a five-hour drive, and my camping buddy (the Eagle Scout) had a sudden outburst: “OhmyholymotherofjesusCRAP!”
I jerked around to see what had happened; he just pointed to his shoes. Or rather, to his moccasin slippers.
“I left my hiking boots at home.”