I've been out and about in our heavy rainstorms today. Theres something wrong with a society of people who refuse to recognise inclement weather because of a prestigous address. It's ironic, getting stared at in a upscale market for wearing a flectar poncho by people resembling drowned rats in faux fur. I did have an epiphany of sorts. My partner in the lion adventure is complaining bitterly about his heavy, waxed aussie drover coat failing to keep him 100% dry after just few days of almost continuous use. It struck me that we expect our gear to perform well beyond what our own bodies tell us 'enough is enough.' We sleep, take baths, eat, rest and pass on physical efforts beyond our individual capacities. Yet we expect, demand our gear to do just that, and woe any product that fails. There will be a new wunder steel that never needs sharpening, raingear that keeps us dry as a summer day in the desert and dehydrated food that reconstitutes into plum pudding complete with hidden coins and Dicken's Christmas goose. Sometimes it takes a mule or a leaky poncho to tell me enough is enough, lets rest and remember some discomfort is the price we pay for the joy being out in the real world. I do wish my poncho draped further down my 6'2" frame ack: