The day after the OWL trip I left for the Outdoor Industry Association Rendezvous in Asheville. A few days later I left for Portland and a meeting with the folks at Yakima (fun and work — furk?). I had a pile of work to dig through, so all the gear I used for the OWL ended up deposited on the boathouse floor. Add to that a remodel that had displaced some stuff from the basement and some other gear that spontaneously appeared, plus a duffel bag of paddle clothing…
My gear is out of control. I mean, it has achieved consciousness. If my gear had opposable thumbs, I’d already be dead.
I’ve decided it’s time for an inventory.
If this is the last post on canoelover.com, it was probably the Optimus 8R that did it. Call this lady, she’ll figure it out.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover