Congrats on the fine groceries, Tanner!
Years ago, had a grizzled old WY outfitter (my campsite neighbor) see me coming off the mountain with a similarly loaded pack. He side-stepped his quarter horse off the trail, leaned on the saddle horn as the leather protested the shift, fingered the brim of his hat back a bit, spit some tobacco juice and declared, "We've got horses for what your doin'." I laughed and apologized for not stopping to chat for fear of getting stuck....
