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Playing off Mem’s personal hygiene thread, what’s in your toiletry kit?
In a yellow (once upon a time, now 30 years old dingy) 5 x 7 inch YKK zippered nylon bag:
Toothpaste, and a toothbrush in one of those plastic bristle cases. I cut the last couple inches off the handle, not to save weight, but so it fits in the bag length. Still reaches the back teeth.
Floss. I should be an every-day flosser, but when a piece of gristle is maddeningly stuck between two molars. . . .
The world’s most disgusting looking piece of old broken hairbrush, so I can look my hirsute best without displaying dead bugs and oatmeal crumbs in my beard.
Visine. No so much to get the red eye out (though there is that) but just to flush out the day’s accumulation of smoke, dust, pollen and occasional debris. My eyes feel revitalized fresh, like my head feels after a shampoo.
Chapstick or Blistex. Winter or desert travels = dry cracked lips. On winter tidal trips I bring moisturizer for my hands; the calluses on my fingers and thumbs will split after just a few days salt water exposure. Callus splits are every-stroke annoying while paddling. Unnecessarily stupid, and preventable with some metro-sexual skin care routine. Revitalizing Kaolin, Bentonite and sheep testicle face-mask extra.
Nasal Spray. I have few if any seasonal allergies. . . . at home where I have always lifelong lived.
2000 miles away, especially in a flowering desert or alpine meadow, there are new and unfamiliar pollens, and I am occasionally over-stuffy and prone to snoring myself startled-awake at night. My apologies to any companions tented nearby.
Nail clippers. If my fingernails aren’t clipped down to the nub I will somehow break them while tripping, and that teeny split is ouch maddening when grubbing around inside a food sack or stuffing a sleeping bag. The big toenail clipper sort; the little ones are hard for me to fumble fingered operate, and I want my toenails likewise short so my socks last.
Not much room left in that little bag, but I’m open to suggestion.
In a yellow (once upon a time, now 30 years old dingy) 5 x 7 inch YKK zippered nylon bag:
Toothpaste, and a toothbrush in one of those plastic bristle cases. I cut the last couple inches off the handle, not to save weight, but so it fits in the bag length. Still reaches the back teeth.
Floss. I should be an every-day flosser, but when a piece of gristle is maddeningly stuck between two molars. . . .
The world’s most disgusting looking piece of old broken hairbrush, so I can look my hirsute best without displaying dead bugs and oatmeal crumbs in my beard.
Visine. No so much to get the red eye out (though there is that) but just to flush out the day’s accumulation of smoke, dust, pollen and occasional debris. My eyes feel revitalized fresh, like my head feels after a shampoo.
Chapstick or Blistex. Winter or desert travels = dry cracked lips. On winter tidal trips I bring moisturizer for my hands; the calluses on my fingers and thumbs will split after just a few days salt water exposure. Callus splits are every-stroke annoying while paddling. Unnecessarily stupid, and preventable with some metro-sexual skin care routine. Revitalizing Kaolin, Bentonite and sheep testicle face-mask extra.
Nasal Spray. I have few if any seasonal allergies. . . . at home where I have always lifelong lived.
2000 miles away, especially in a flowering desert or alpine meadow, there are new and unfamiliar pollens, and I am occasionally over-stuffy and prone to snoring myself startled-awake at night. My apologies to any companions tented nearby.
Nail clippers. If my fingernails aren’t clipped down to the nub I will somehow break them while tripping, and that teeny split is ouch maddening when grubbing around inside a food sack or stuffing a sleeping bag. The big toenail clipper sort; the little ones are hard for me to fumble fingered operate, and I want my toenails likewise short so my socks last.
Not much room left in that little bag, but I’m open to suggestion.