... to keep my build simple... “simple” means something different...
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War-gaming around the campfire with our caravan chums:
* we contemplated a tent inside a 1970s or 80s one-ton 4x4 cargo van, those 'computer-free' years of our care-free youth.
* we considered a hundred variations of ways to simplify...
.. including our usual Plan A -- a passel of mules trudging the back-country.
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Each of us eventually came to a similar conclusion:
* we simply do not need much.
The usual food, shelter, companions.
Security... however you define this for you.
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PS:
I define my security as one of our caravan chums, plus my individual or our group ability to produce a controlled series of astonishingly-loud noises in multiple directions simultaneously.
Some may see us during security rehearsals, and think we are having too much fun.
Nay nay!
Our rehearsal time is quite serious.
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The fun comes as we practice our restraint on unsuspecting trespassers -- usually during their care-free youth -- looking for an easy score from a bunch of flabby semi-nekkid hippies...
...singing lusty sea-chanties, but not lusty enough so we tend to change the lyrics to describe up-coming 'events'...
... pillaging and burning!
YeeHaw!
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An aside:
The order seems to be more important than we realized during our early adventures in rambunctiousness:
* Pillage first, then Burn.
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What was the q?
It appears I got carried away again...
... spilling the family secrets again...