One rule of global backpacking adventures is that if you experience a minor catastrophe, you simply declare it a win. I packed a canister of Quaker Grits, to make for breakfasts on our three-day hike; it’s one of Wade’s favorites, and I figured you probably couldn’t easily find it in Scotland. I didn’t figure the canister would crush & break, but it did. Fortunately almost everything in the pack was sealed up one way or another, so … it’s really not so bad. Just funny, mostly. So a W.
