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I threw the boys the epitomizing challenge as we sat there luxuriating and I remembered earlier, harder days. "Beat our twenty-one-pound record if you can," I said. "In my heyday we could take off on a three-day trip and spend two nights out with only twenty-one pounds per man. That included the food, tents, sleeping bags, stoves, utensils, first aid for us and for our skis, and our extra clothing—for seven of us." But it didn't include what we wore, such as our skis and poles. A pack as light as that, I could add, doesn't play hob with one's downhill ski technique. More important, it doesn't put too great a strain on the swivel muscles that are the hallmark of the chairborne. |
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