I am throwing old junk away, recycling the beer cans and bottles, and burning the trash.. but just can't bring myself to ditch this old dinosaur of a backpack. It is truly a sad piece of junk that I, nor anyone else would ever take on the trail again by choice. Relegated to containing all the other junk I cannot bring myself to part with, slumped sadly against the inside wall of my closet.
I don't know why I am so sentimental about it for it was truly the most uncomfortable pack I have ever worn. But it was there, at the very beginning of my introduction to the wilderness, so I suppose in my mind that is reason enough to reserve some twisted sense of respect for it.
I have half a mind to wear it to the thru hiker convention next weekend! He He He!
Can you imagine all those "ultra-light" folks with their 8 lb base weights when along comes this Old Kelty with it's gigantic metal frame, cotter pins.. like some Purple Prehistoric Load Monster from the Past. Then I'd pull out my MSR XGK stove and the 1/2 Gallon Stainless steel pot and cook up some ridiculously "non-ultralight" food stuff!
Better Yet After the jeers and laughter subside I simply pull my latest and greatest 14 oz MLD Pack right out of the Old School Keltys cavernous innards... along with a 1972 Caddillac! (Yes, I kinda have a strange imagination!)
Pure Fantasy of course.

Although they do have a makeshift post office right there at the event to mail the "old boy" home from.. Hmm. I could pull this off!
