[pct-l] Astrolabe!

[Paul Magnanti]

Truth be told, I like to hearken [1] back to the days of yore...
(Show foggy scene, pipe in some music akin to a grade-C Tolkien-fantasy rip off)

I carry an astrolabe.

Why an astrolabe?   Picture if you will walking along the desert in long flowing robes
(my hiking clothes of choice now-a-days). The scent of cow poop wafting
from the valley floor near Tejon Ranch. I walk along. Confident
that I far from the border and won't get picked up by Border Patrol
due to my dark tan, black beard and pocket Quaran.

But where am I?

Why, I pull out my trusty astrolabe. With some dead reckoning, I'm able to
do the Kessel spice run in less than 12 parsecs!...or something like that.
(Pick up a 12 pack of beer in less than 1 hr?)

Plus, the astrolabe is a work of art. With its beautiful gold filigree, I always have
a wonderful conversation piece at campfires.  And, if I really get desperate for
cash I can pawn it at one of the places near the casinos near the PCT!

Yes folks. Carry an astrolabe.  A GPS may work with all the satellite technology. A compass
is simpler. But an astrolabe? Why good gravy..it will give you the ultimate in hiker bling!

[1] I plan on using this word more often. Along with 'fortnight',  'bully!', and 'repast'.

"Bully! I hearken for a burger at VVR when I have  a repast in a fortnight!"







 


 

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