A Step Forward is a Footprint Left Behind: Top Five Pieces of Outdoor Gear Over 20 Years Old I Still Use

 The lake surface lay flat and calm, a spirit at peace with itself, as I glided my canoe through the predawn darkness. Overhead diamond-like remnants of stars still adorned the night sky casting just enough ambient light to make the outline of the surrounding woodland ridges stand silhouetted against the hushed glow emanating from the heavens. The first light of dawn still resided deep below the horizon with barely a hint of its approach and as I allowed the canoe to silently drift until it came to a complete stop, the only sounds were my soft breath and the occasional songbirds just then beginning to stir themselves awake. I remained motionless for several minutes and simply absorbed the moment.

 Spread before me the long, bow of my aging Old Town Camper Canoe remained silent and almost unseeable in the darkness. Ever so gently, I placed the length of my wooden paddle across the gunwales, yet in the quiet of that morning, that simple motion broke the silence with a distinctive, medium pitched thump that, in the stillness, sounded much louder than it actually was. Stretching far behind me and my vintage canoe lay well over 20 plus years of similar adventures. Although my intent that morning was to paddle forward, that moment alone echoed the thousands of adventurous footprints that followed behind me. With each step made through the years, a piece of nostalgic gear came along. I still use most of that old gear today.

A piece of outdoor gear becomes a part of a person's outdoor history. I can still pull out a tattered old shirt and instantly be transported back to a timeline of events when that piece of clothing served its purpose. The same thing applies to all of my gear from old fishing rods and reels, to canoe paddles, or an old pair of boots. An old rifle or shotgun will rekindle strong memories so much so, I can still feel the biting cold of a duck hunt, or the freezing winds whipping across the Oklahoma landscape as we tried to walk up a covey or two of quail. The aroma of the gun oil stimulates the best of memories when after a day of shooting I would sit on the floor to clean the firearm and my youngest son would bring his toy rifle over and sit next to me mimicking my cleaning actions. 

Clean out my tackle box and one of my favorite beaten and worn lures almost always generates the remark, "...caught a lot bass with this one..." There may not be another soul anywhere close enough to hear me say those words, but I would say them anyway, simply because I can hear them and relive those moments in doing so.

I possess so many pieces of old outgear, it is difficult to pick the top five. Even so, these five listed here have proven themselves to stand apart from all the rest for no other reason than I just continue to use them season after season.

The first one I have already mentioned; My Old Town Camper Canoe. It's use over the past 25 years or so, is anchored across a deep timeline where countless canoe outings using other canoes built a foundation upon which my vintage Old Town resides. That Camper was perhaps the best investment I've ever made for a piece of outdoor equipment. We have traveled hundreds if not thousands of miles together, caught numerous fish, and spent a great many evenings camping out under the stars along a creek bank or a gravel beach tucked back into some secluded corner of a local lake. Sometimes I just take it out, just me and the canoe. No fishing gear. No camping gear. No camera gear. Just the two of us and a paddle enjoying a day on the water.

I have always enjoyed the shooting sports going all the way back to my younger days carrying a BB-gun as a boy growing up in and around the woodlands and hills of Southeastern Oklahoma. So the second piece of favorite old outdoor gear is my trusty and beloved Western Field Single Shot 22 rifle. It is now over 60 years old, I having received it on my 13th birthday way back in 1965. It was sold by Montgomery Wards back then. I have shot tens of thousands of bullets through it and even today, it is still capable of grouping five shots inside a dime-sized circle at fifty yards. I said 'the rifle is capable of doing that', not so much the shooter anymore, although I will at times surprise myself and fire off one of those rare tight groupings.

Number three on the list may actually be a surprise. However, it has provided for me close to 35 years of near flawless service. It's actually almost 40 years old as I purchased it used when it was about 5 years old. It is one of my favorite pieces of outdoor equipment, my Bridgestone RB-2 Road Bike. Me and that bike have peddled thousands of miles together. In recent years I had almost given up on riding it as I was, as it turned out, hobbled with a severely clogged right side iliac artery leading into the right leg and hip area. My left side also showed signs of blood flow restriction. I recently had the condition repaired...you can read about it in the series 'The Challenge' I just finished. I love the classic looks and feel of that old bike. It's been a good one, one of the best equipment investments I've ever made.

Sometimes a piece of outdoor equipment can be so simple, it is easy to overlook its value to your outdoor experience. Number four on the list is one piece of equipment I have used since the early 1980's; my Coleman Peak-One Single Burner Packer Stove. It was perhaps one of the first pieces of real camping equipment I ever purchased that was not design to sleep on or inside of. This little stove has literally performed flawlessly across many camping outings which includes backpacking, canoe camping, and car camping. Everytime I dig it out, the memories of its first usage floods back into my thoughts. Appropriate use of terminology - floods - as I was on my first real backpacking adventure when I was overtaken by wooly-bugger thunderstorm that generated biblical quantities of rain. That little stove provided a warming and comforting source of heat as I cooked my evening meal from just outside my little tent while it rained. 

To pick the last piece of old gear that falls within the realm of my five favorites is difficult as there are several pieces I could easily interchange for the honor. Before I reveal number five, allow me to briefly list a few also-rans. Nbr1 - My JanSport backpack. Man-o-man the stories I could tell lugging that thing around. Nbr2 - My 10 inch cast-iron skillet. Oh it's heavy, but some of the most wonderful campfire meals have found their way out of that skillet. 

Nbr3 - My Mitchell 300 spin casting reel. How many bass have caught using that reel, I have no idea, but boy have I gain a lot of memories from doing so. Nbr4 - My Buck 110 Folding Knife. I purchased this knife back in 1973. Paid $20 for it and I still use it today. It still opens and locks as tight today as it did back then. Nbr5 - My Wenzel single man packer tent. It's light. It's simple. Its durable and it has tagged along with me through many backpacking adventures. Nbr6 - This is a tough one and this one could have easily been listed as one of the favorite five, but it is used for many other activities, not just as a piece of outdoor gear - My classic 1997 Jeep Wrangler. Nuff said here...it has truly been a classic.

Sorry - Only picture I Have of the Sleeping Bag

Okay...Number five on the list of favorite old pieces of outdoor gear is a classic. It has provided me a safe and comfortable abode for many years. My Coleman Peak-One Sleeping Bag. I purchased that sleeping bag back in the mid-1990's. It uses Qualo-fil fibers as insulation and was, when new, rated down to zero degrees fahrenheit. I have spent hundreds of hours sleeping in this bag over the years and rarely have I ever been cold even using it in single digit temperatures. Toss in a flannel liner and it becomes a comfy and warm wrap. I picked this item over the others simply because I have used it so much, continuously for over 35 years and it is still going strong.

Each of these items, including the also-ran's, carry with them countless stories of outdoor adventure. Today, the technology available for outdoor gear is almost overwhelming. I have taken time to look at some that technology thinking maybe it might be time to upgrade. Then I get to remembering all the wonderful adventures I've had with all those pieces of equipment, some listed here but also many others I failed to include. It is the stories, the memories associated with that old gear that is most important. The gear themselves were simply the tools I used to pursue a life-time of being outdoors. Shelving those old gear pieces, well...you know, I really don't think I could do such a thing. How do you shelve a classical piece of your life, and certainly not the memories attached to them. 

The Challenge - Part 6 - 100 Kilometers - I made it!

 Sometimes I wonder why I do such things especially at my age, a couple months shy of turning 74. There was a time a good number of years ago riding a hundred kilometers would have been a no brainer. I could have done it around two and half hours - back then. To attempt a hundred kilometer ride now is a bit more of a challenge. Just finishing such a ride, well, the amount of time required to do so will remain classified, however, today, I made it. 

It was a challenge I made for myself after a good deal of soul searching. As I mentioned in a previous post, for the past several years I have been hobbled with a 100% clogged right side iliac artery and a partially blocked left side one, the ones that feeds blood flow into the legs and hip area. After having several stents installed, the blood flow issue was solved which opened up my ability to once again participate in the joys of bicycling. 

Today's ride proved to be a real challenge. Weather was almost perfect with light winds and warm temperatures, but cool enough to prevent overheating. My route included a 9 mile beginning loop, then from that point I paced around a 10 mile loop several times before making one final surge for home. I packed along with me a supply of energy bars along with several apple wedges and a scoop or two of peanut butter. I also included two large bottles of fluids, about a 60/40 mix of water and pomegranate/blueberry juice which goes down easy and empties out of the stomach quickly being easily absorbed. Over the first 40 miles or so, about every half hour I'd woof down half an energy bar and take a few swigs of the fluids. Once I reached the 40 mile mark I started using the apple wedges and peanut butter which turned out to be a really good choice as they provided a refreshing treat along with an element of substance.

I felt strong for the first 40 miles or so until I reached the 50 mile point and that's when remnants of the bonk started to set in. I could really feel the effects of the effort catching up with me. "Not to worry", I said to myself, "Only 12 more miles to go." Those last 10 or 12 miles proved to be a struggle as my energy levels were beginning to wane and the wind started to pick up its pace. Even the shallow uphill grades began to feel longer and steeper.

When I made the final turn for home, my legs still felt pretty strong, but they were beginning to tire a bit. What bothered me the most was my neck and shoulders which were tight and feeling quite uncomfortable. What slowed me down was simply my energy level. In spite of the extra energy bars and apple wedges, I burned off a lot of carbohydrates on this ride and what I managed to ingest along the way proved to be helpful, but slightly under calculated for what was required.

Completing the 100 kilometer ride was very satisfying in its own right, and yes, it proved to be a tough ride for me. What did I prove by doing so? Not much really except maybe I proved to myself that I'm not used up yet and I can still accomplish something that most people, even much younger people, would probably not be able to do. Will I do it again? Not in the immediate future, but I'll certainly continue to ride mostly just for the enjoyment of it. So what now? Next logical goal would be to make a 75 mile ride, but that is something I'll have to think long and hard about. Who knows, maybe by the end of the summer I'll give it a try. Until then, I think I'm going to simply enjoy getting out and feeling the wind and sun on my face as I cruise the backroads around where I live.  Thanks for joining me on this challenging journey.

The Challenge - Part 5 - Going Solo - Simply Because I Can

 I stopped one last time to slide off the bike saddle and wash down the last bite or two of an energy bar. About 35 miles of riding was behind me with another 5 miles or so to go to finish off my first 40 mile bike ride in a good number of years. As I stood in the shade of a small roadside tree, I took time to simply look around and absorb the scenic Kentucky landscape. A perfect blend of riding conditions had carried me to this point; no wind to speak of, about 80 degrees, blue skies. There's something enjoyable about riding the backroads alone. You ride at your own pace, stop when you want to, and just enjoy the day. Riding solo has its benefits and rewards...and at times, its risks.

I actually enjoy riding with another rider from time to time when our schedules align. Riding with another person actually makes the time go by faster as you tend to carry on a conversation that helps pass the time. That conversation is actually a good indicator of your effort level. Being able to maintain a solid pace and carry on a conversation that falls just inside being out of breath indicates you are riding inside a Zone 2 training level. Zone 2 allows for solid fitness gains when paced across longer rides. Riding solo sometimes makes it more difficult to gauge where you are. It's easy to push a bit too hard or not hard enough. At this stage in my training level, I just want to put in the miles and not worry too much about how fast I'm riding. Even so, my legs felt pretty strong that day which of itself is a milestone with my recent history of restricted blood flow issues into both of my legs and hip areas. That seems to have been solved, but regaining endurance and strength in my atrophied riding leg muscles will take time and consistent riding. Completing my first 40 miler, well, I feel pretty good about that. I'm well on my way to completing my first 100 kilometer ride. I've not done that is many years.

Going solo allows you to simply get away and leave behind, at least for a while, the daily issues we all face. I especially enjoy riding on days like the one I just described; not too warm or too cool or too windy, just right really. After the first few miles, the miles seem to roll along and before you know it, you've put 20 miles behind you...then 30...then...well, you get the idea. Sort of a mini-vacation you might say where you find a few hours to simply do what you want without anything interfering.

The joys of road cycling offer benefits far beyond the physical. Not only does it improve your overall physical fitness, it improves your mental and emotional fitness as well. A bicycle is one of the most efficient mechanical devices ever designed. Listening to the sounds of the tires as they roll along the road, is music to most cyclist. Riding atop a classic bicycle carries its own kind of fulfilment not unlike driving a classic car down the road. My old bike is near 40 years old, yet it still performs flawlessly and hums with its own unique vibration as it cruises. It's like sliding into a favorite pair of comfortable shoes...it just feels right. To me, my old bike looks like what a road bicycle should look like. 

The newer versions look more like tiny wheeled missiles, high tech and capable versions for sure, but somewhere along the way the aesthetic flow of the classic bicycle design elements have been forfeited for the sake of technological advances.

You know, the more I think about it, riding solo is what a good road bike provides. It's just you and your bike cruising along with the wind, the sun, and your thoughts. Having a reason to do so, well, most of the time I do it simply because I can.