Among the many things I carry which most hikers* do not is a padlock. It comes in handy at hostel’s and gym’s where I can lock my stuff in a locker and it saves me from having to rent a lock each time, which is occasionally an option.
And yet, while staying at the ColoRADo Adventure Hostel in Colorado Springs I managed to lock the key to the padlock inside the locker where I was storing my backpack.
I don’t really have a keychain. I used to keep a flashlight, lighter and small Swiss Army knife on a keychain clipped inside my pocket but switched to clipping this to the outside of my pack. This keychain arrangement also has a place to clip a key, which is super useful for staying in other peoples places, house sitting, trailer or van sitting.
With the key, and the rest of my belongings locked inside I was surprised that the hostel didn’t have a set of bolt cutters somewhere handy.
Surely I’m not the only one to have done this in the entire history of the hostel?
If you want the advice most frequently given for traveller’s, it’s to get a combination lock to prevent just this sort of thing from happening. Why I don’t follow that advice, and still won’t when this lock is replaced, is that you have to remember the combination. Which seems like nothing to most people, but I try to keep the working memory requirements to a minimum.
I only recently learned my own phone number. And that’s due to the social pressure felt when I had to look it up each and every time I was asked.
“You don’t know your own phone number?” She’d say with a barely concealed look of disgust.
What a waste of mental bandwidth. Parlor tricks like that are for vaudeville acts or detective fiction, or worse, regular people, lol. Oddly enough it is also the reason for this blog, so I don’t have to remember anything, it’s all here and not in my head. I suspect that high level mental functioning begins with a lack of concern for both the history and the future of the biological entity with which you identify.
Lol, way off track.
Bolt cutters appeared, without handles, which kind of ruins the idea of leverage to cut through hardened steel, but I made it work. $6 to replace the lock at the Lowe’s a mile down the road and I’m back in business…
Which is what?
Without the distraction of something to do, without anybody who already has an agenda, I find that I just want to sit quietly somewhere and not be bothered.
That’s kind of weird, right?
But at least it made me finally write a blog post.
*is it odd that I consider myself a hiker even though I’m in the “real” world?