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luxury camping equipment

  • an instrumentality needed for an undertaking or to perform a service

  • The act of equipping, or the state of being equipped, as for a voyage or expedition; Whatever is used in equipping; necessaries for an expedition or voyage; the collective designation for the articles comprising an outfit; equipage; as, a railroad equipment (locomotives, cars, etc.

  • A tool is a device that can be used to produce or achieve something, but that is not consumed in the process. Colloquially a tool can also be a procedure or process used for a specific purpose.

  • The necessary items for a particular purpose

  • Mental resources

  • The process of supplying someone or something with such necessary items

  • (camp) providing sophisticated amusement by virtue of having artificially (and vulgarly) mannered or banal or sentimental qualities; "they played up the silliness of their roles for camp effect"; "campy Hollywood musicals of the 1940's"

  • Lodge temporarily, esp. in an inappropriate or uncomfortable place

  • Live for a time in a camp, tent, or camper, as when on vacation

  • the act of encamping and living in tents in a camp

  • Remain persistently in one place

  • (camp) live in or as if in a tent; "Can we go camping again this summer?"; "The circus tented near the town"; "The houseguests had to camp in the living room"

  • The state of great comfort and extravagant living

  • An inessential, desirable item that is expensive or difficult to obtain

  • lavishness: the quality possessed by something that is excessively expensive

  • something that is an indulgence rather than a necessity

  • wealth as evidenced by sumptuous living

luxury camping equipment - Nemo Equipment

Nemo Equipment 2011 Fillo Luxury Pillow (Green)

Nemo Equipment 2011 Fillo Luxury Pillow (Green)

The pillow youve been waiting for, the Nemo Fillo Luxury Pillow is it. No more nights with your head on an overturned backpack or with a jacket zipper pressing into your face. Fillo uses a combination of a 3 inch thick inflatable cell with engineered baffles and a 1 inch thick memory foam layer to achieve a perfect balance of supple cushioning and adjustable height. An innovative grid of elastic cord lets you slide in an extra piece of clothing for additional height to accommodate broad shouldered side-sleepers. The removable microsuede cover is seductively soft and machine washable. For convenience the stuff sack is integrated into the microsuede cover

Fillo Luxury allows you to bring one of the most important comforts of home into the backcountry in a small, packable, and lightweight package. No more nights with your head on an overturned backpack or with a jacket zipper pressing into your face. Fillo houses a combination of a 3-inch thick inflatable cell with engineered baffles and a 1-inch thick memory foam layer to achieve a perfect balance of supple cushioning and adjustable height. An innovative grid of elastic cord lets you slide in an extra piece of clothing for additional height to accommodate broad shouldered side-sleepers. The removable microsuede cover is soft and machine washable. For convenience, the stuff sack is integrated into the microsuede cover.

Stuff an extra piece of clothing in the elastic cording for customized pillow height.
3-inch thick inflatable camping pillow
Inflatable cell with engineered baffles and memory foam
Grid of elastic cords holds a shirt or hoodie to add height to the pillow
Removable microsuede cover is soft and machine washable; includes integrated stuff sack
Weight: 15.2 ounces
Packs small: 6 by 4 inches packed
Dimensions: 20 by 10.5 inches
Air bladder and memory foam fabric with micro brushed washable fabric
About Nemo Equipment
In 2002, Cam Brensinger incorporated Nemo Equipment, Inc with the intention of bringing high-level design and engineering to the outdoor industry. Only two months later, following his graduation, Cam moved Nemo into an historic mill in Nashua, NH. A quick drive from both New Hampshire's White Mountains and the great design and business resources available from connections at RISD and MIT, Nashua was the perfect location to establish the company headquarters. Much of the first year was spent learning how to sew and pattern and developing Nemo's AirSupported Technology. Tents were chosen as Nemo's first product line because Cam saw the opportunity to bring significant new innovation to the market and knew that successfully revolutionizing tents would give Nemo the credibility to move into new product lines in the future.
Since then, Nemo has won many awards in the outdoor industry, including Gear of the Year from Outside Magazine for the Losi 3P tent. Nemo contributes it's success to the brand's vision to be the leading source of product innovation for outdoor recreation and survival while using creativity to inspire respect for the planet, a love of adventure, and a love of the people and places that make adventure possible.

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This was taken in 1974

I did the toning at my photography class ( oh the chemicals - Ouch!)

My Father died in 1999

This is the Eulogy I wrote for his funeral

Dad always started off his talks with “On this auspicious occasion “
Well, a few years ago, I actually found it what it really meant
An Auspicious occasion is one, which promises a happy future
Therefore whenever Dad addressed us this way, he was wishing us happiness & good times

Well, Our Happiness was his happiness

There was nothing more that dad liked than being among family & friends. Having no brothers & sisters of his own, he embraced families of his cousins, his boyhood friends, and when he met mum, her family

Over the years, as his own family grew, he welcomed our partners (vetting them first of course) - no that’s not true, he welcomed any one – even Port supporters

Eventually he became the proudest Grandfather of all

In fact his whole life revolved around his devotion to his family & friends

Some of our happiest childhood memories were from the many functions organized by him with his lifelong friends, Calling themselves The Freebooters club (no I don’t know why it was called that – maybe we will be enlightened later) they put on, Xmas parties, picnics & other outings, some for the adults but mostly for us kids.

One such function was a weekend camp at Hindmarsh Island. Something happened on the Saturday Night that, Dad, I have kept this from you for 40 years – I guess it’s safe to tell you now

"While all the parents were having there party outside, some of us kids hopped on a row boat tied to the endf of a small jetty. We decided to go for a row, but once we got out of the protection of the island, the wind blew us way out & the lights were fading in the distance. Well, we rowed like mad and got back the jetty exhausted. We decided then it would be best not to tell the parents, you know – for their own peace of mind."

Dad (& indeed all his friends) was always ready to help people: from singing with his friends for community groups to school functions, and counting money for the Parish – even contracting out services to other parishes, I have just found out - should have started a franchise

Dad was at his happiest whenever his friends & his family were around
He never went on holiday without someone else being there as well. Xmas & birthdays were the best times for him – he would be at all his children’s & Grandchildren’s Birthdays – if the party was another day he would be try to be there on the actual day as well

In recent times, he would spend camping holidays with mum at West Beach Caravan Park. They made the lengthy trip towing the old caravan down fromRchmond during school holidays so this made the ideal destination for his grandchildren to sleep over & play & swim. He so loved this so much that, even when we suggested that he & grandma should stay in the new luxury cabins to have a more restful holiday for themselves, - he still wanted to tow the van down so we & the kids could take turns staying over

He really enjoyed himself over at Stansbury at Easter with his extended family.
"It was a tradition of sorts for the In-laws to have a few ports on the Friday night & they would put a prune in the flagon so the lucky last would get a nice marinaded prune. Dad enjoyed a few ports in moderation but, this night , Dad – let’s say he lost count . He decided he would win that prune: and he did, . . . . single handedly . . . . . that night. Never mind what happened later – Dad never touched port for the rest of his life!"

Dad’s enduring gift to his children was the meaning of family values and even though some of us stumbled a little on the way, this is shown in the strong & loving families we have grown ourselves.

I think we appreciated Dad’s gift but never realised how powerful it was until last week.

Last week was the most devastating time we have faced together.
The decisions we took were both the easiest & the hardest we have ever had to make
Easy because there were no alternatives
Hard because we did not want to face the consequences
The chaplain told us to keep talking to dad even as he was unconscious as the sound of our voices would comfort him. This was so hard to do because I didn’t want him to here me crying

But Dad had prepared us well and as a family, we drew on the courage & inner strength we did not know he had given us and this got us through.

We are so grateful for all the help & guidance from those at the hospital who gave it there best shot to save dad, to Peter Beinke on that first night, Jenny the chaplain who reassured mum (& got us a private room & sandwiches), Father Denis & Sister Cathryn for helping us through this week & all who gave us their condolences & offers of help.

You cannot fit in all the things you want to do into one lifetime – the trick is to mak

The Gum Emperors

The Gum Emperors

It is difficult to think of a more enchanting introduction to entomology. The scene is Mount Aggie, a then-pristine wilderness high up in the Brindabella Range south of Canberra, with jagged rocky outcrops overlooking the scene of the childhood of Miles Franklin, author of My Brilliant Career: a tiny greenish patch in the ocean of eucalyptus forest in the valley below. But I knew nothing of Miles Franklin then. Notice the green pressure lantern behind me. My father had been the owner of that lantern since he was a boy, and he used it for attracting moths. No doubt the Gum Emperor moths had come during the previous night, and he had saved them for me: and now, in their torpid state, they perched languidly on my shoulder and my hand, furred and coloured like gum-tree bark, flashing their owlish eyespots.

Many very rational people seem possessed with an innate fear of moths. If such was the case with me, I was very rapidly disabused. I do not think I understood that the moths were half asleep; rather, I divined that they had chosen to trust me. And I do not think I was aware of my father’s camera; I was mesmerised by the colours of the moths. A friend and colleague of mine, who fears moths with a passion, recently tried to explain her reaction. “Why are they on this earth,” she said, “unless it is to feed birds? They are vile, and lack even the gaudy colours of butterflies.” She is not a person lacking in compassion or imagination - quite the opposite, in fact - but I longed to argue with her, not in words, but in pictures. I might have shown her a photograph of a burnet moth, with its splashed paint of brilliant crimson, or a garden tiger moth with wings like the endpapers of an antique book, but I would have much preferred to show her this.

Yes, I was mesmerised by the colours. They were one colour, and many. Brown, in all its restrained and consummate glory. Perhaps it takes an Australian upbringing to instinctively appreciate these dull and nuanced colours. The vegetation in southern Australia is to European eyes often too far on the grey and brown side of green. Captain Vancouver, finding his first Australian landfall a couple of thousand miles away on the opposite side of the continent, in Albany, where my parents have now retired, saw only unrelieved monotony in the Banksias, Peppermints and taller Eucalypts which to me are the picture of beauty. Early colonial landscape painters, longing for home, transformed Australia into a European wilderness on every canvass, and it took Roberts and McCubbin to appreciate the verticality of Australian leaves, and how these filtered light in a manner that was wholly un-European in its glory. They too were among the first to appreciate the beauty of the way gum-trees shed their bark in strips, like the tresses of dried-out mermaids, revealing the palest green surfaces beneath. My Gum Emperor moths were living essays on the aesthetics of Australian brown.

Later, I subscribed to the children’s magazine Look and Learn, whose demise was, and still is, much lamented. It was a British magazine. I used to enjoy the crossword, but when I encountered a clue: “Commonest colour in nature” – five letters, second letter R, final letter N – I answered with perfect assurance. B – R – O – W – N. Only the solution in the next issue could put me right, and my response was, I believe, my first ever experience of righteous anger. Gum Emperor moths were all the colours of the nature I knew: their eyelash-perfect antennae the colour of fallen gum-leaves; their bodies the colour of fresh eucalyptus wood, and the whorls and striations of their wings were sepia-toned rainbows, toned to disappear in an eye-flash against the strips of shed bark.

So there I stood, blissful amongst the paraphernalia of camping: the cardboard box marked “Fragile” which always accompanied us on our camping expeditions – a fixture for years afterwards – the two plastic containers filled with water (the one luxury Mount Aggie could not supply) measured in gallons, the slatted wooden crate which served as equipment box and stool, and behind it, the old green Falcon automatic which was the first car I can remember in any detail. This was my idyll, and I shared it with two trembling, day-dazzled moths, for what seemed like a long decade.

luxury camping equipment

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Reusable 12 oz Collapsible Camping / Travel Cups - 1 Blue, 1 Red, 1 Black, 1 Green

Limit your use of throwaway plastic water bottles by using this 4 pack of portable pop-up cups on picnics, hiking excursions, and camping trips. The cups promote reuse by making it easy for families and groups to pack and transport them. In addition, cups can be used for hot tea, coffee, and as an on-the-go water bowl for pets. Wash the cups with soap and hot water before initial use. It is recommended that the first washing be in a dishwasher to maximize a cup's springy action. Expand a collapsed cup by twisting off its cap, which can be difficult for toddlers to perform.

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