I went camping with some friends a few years ago, some state park getting real close to the Upper Peninsula. It was not candy camping; what you took in you took out.
The guy friend (he and his wife were cow orkers of mine) was explaining the principles of packing a backpack...all that stuff that was involved with watching the weight and where you bear the weight etc.
What did I care about? Get my bottle of wine in there, dammit. The second day, I carried my empty wine bottle the couple miles back to the truck and carried in my bottle of wine for that night. It was pretty funny!
I enjoyed it, though. The bear mace was in the middle of camp, but I am pretty fearless about nature stuff and figured at night when I had to go find the hole in the ground you were supposed to use for the bathroom that if a bear wanted to mess with a 40-something bitter newly-divorced woman, well that bear better be damn well prepared.
edit: duh...I was late 30s at the time...it was about 5 years ago.