So that was my most recent brush with death. While I have no doubt I could have survived the day exposed on the trail, I am glad I didn't have to. It is just that in the planning of the trip, I never expected to suffer a bum flipper. I also expected to use my 7 pound tent. I must say, I think they would do a world of good if they had a collection point at the Phantom Ranch were people could donate camping gear to the Boys and Girls Club of America. I know they would have gotten a tent, sleeping bag, stove and cookware from me.