The whole concept is so relative I have a hard time wrapping my head around it. To my wife... I am a gram weenie. For her... if it will fit in the car and we can carry it together to fire ring it is good to go. But to others I have no sense of weight at all.
Plus the fact that base weight is a useful piece of knowledge, but mine will never approach some of the other ones here. I don't want a pack that isn't made of ballistic nylon. Well, let me rephrase. I would like one, but I fall enough that I would be afraid for it's integrity. Similarly I need some robust things like trekking poles but to get really light ones is well beyond my budget. In addition I need to carry items that don't even appear on other peoples spread sheets. It's not a case of I want to... I absolutely NEED to. My life depends on them.
I went through a stage of being totally anal-retentive about what I packed. I never got out and when I did I never had fun. So now, I pack what I need and let the realities be just that. If I were hiking to camp that would be one thing. But with a practical daily mileage of three miles before I fall over (literally) I am not as concerned as I once was.
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