I just like that phrase a lot. As my meal card dips below sustainable levels and my job drives me to new lows, I recall that awhile ago I was stumbling up a rockface, with no water. Granted, that was my fault, I had only packed a litre for the day. The sun came high, and all the saliva in my mouth dried up, to be replaced by whitish muck and tonnes of gritty dust I kicked up from my screefing. I was so thirsty that every algae covered puddle I passed made me wish that I was chained to something so I couldn't drink from it. Just when I was on the verge of screaming, my friend Matt from Elmira came up with a big tank of gatorade. He held it up for me, and I drank. It was the most beautiful taste my mouth had ever sensed. The dust was gone, the whitish muck at the sides of my mouth was gone. I planted for an hour happy on that rock face.
500 mls of sugar/sodium beverage is all you need, when they give you hell and high water.
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rob (lifeteams director) ended up without water more than one day out planting. He now has a bizarre little complex where he has to have access to water wherever he is. He sleeps with a water bottle at his head when he's camping.
On long hikes I'd always forget to drink because I would be so focussed on walking. When my friends would stop me and pour some gatorade into me, it was always the best thing I had ever tasted.
I remember the time i went on a canoe trip with scouts and i forgot water for the 8 hour paddle. It was hell going through that day without a drop to drink and water all around. It was when the E-coli scare was on.
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