I've been sponging information for the last week or two (so much so, in fact, that the missus and the little ones have been huddled in the far corner of our home as I mumble seemingly random phrases over and over again ("...Attaining suspension and thermal stability is possible--hanging and heat CAN coexist," "...I don't care what people say, the technology for the Whoopie Sling had to have come from outer space, there's just no other way," "...Oh, that Shug--he's a nut, just as nutty as they come," "...How the blazes do you not fall out of a bottom loading hammock!?!" and etc. (I realized that I may have delved too quickly and too deep when I looked up from my mumblings and abstractions to find the family holding hands and staring at me as if I were trying to create a scale model of the Devil's Tower out of mashed potatoes))). But I digress...
My conversion to hanging occurred a month ago in the Sawtooth mountains, and is probably too bizarre (and too long) to place in a thread that was intended to be an opportunity for former lurkers to say "hi and thanks" to all the people who have devoted so much time sharing their knowledge and experiences. With that thought in mind, I'll save the story for another thread and another day, and go to bed before my wife bundles all the children into the van to start a new life with her parents--a life without a hammock obsessed pater familius.
Oh yeah! Hi and, well... thanks!
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