The jeep is fully loaded for two nights of camping. S has no less than 5 pairs of pants. However, in his defense, my parents were throwing clothes on his packing pile this morning after they saw his Navy issued cotton thermals. Cotton thermals? Now that's an oxymoron. We also stopped at dicks and came out with a couple pairs of zip off pants.
Looks like we're ready for our longest forced march yet. Happy honeymoon, darlin'.