Friends and family — after I file this, I’m heading out the door and flying out to the Southeastern backwoods, which means that I will be kind of hard to reach for the next three days or so. I’m bringing lots of MREs and a spanking-new seven-dollar nickel-plated compass that I just bought from Robert’s Hardware in Haight Ashbury. I’m in good hands. By the way, this is probably my last ramble ever with Big Mofo, my trusty — and enormous — backpack dating from the PCT. He’s covered with mouse bites and duct tape, the zippers barely function and the hinges are almost rusted out. The time has come for an upgrade.