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07359-me-sardines-800px.jpg On the last few miles before Kelso Depot, the wind is so strong that I can barely maintain 7 miles per hourThumbnailsNational Parks Service did an excellent job restoring Kelso DepotOn the last few miles before Kelso Depot, the wind is so strong that I can barely maintain 7 miles per hourThumbnailsNational Parks Service did an excellent job restoring Kelso DepotOn the last few miles before Kelso Depot, the wind is so strong that I can barely maintain 7 miles per hourThumbnailsNational Parks Service did an excellent job restoring Kelso DepotOn the last few miles before Kelso Depot, the wind is so strong that I can barely maintain 7 miles per hourThumbnailsNational Parks Service did an excellent job restoring Kelso DepotOn the last few miles before Kelso Depot, the wind is so strong that I can barely maintain 7 miles per hourThumbnailsNational Parks Service did an excellent job restoring Kelso Depot

I'm eating two cans of sardines for lunch. I hold the empty first can while I devour the contents of the second one, to keep the wind from blowing it away and splattering me with stinky fish juice.

I carry tinned sardines on most of my trips because they don't require cooking and thus provide an excellent emergency high-protein meal should my propane burner run out of gas or malfunction.

However, I rarely eat them unless I'm near a trash bin, and I often end up bringing them back home with me. They make for stinky, leaky garbage that one doesn't want to be carrying around a few days until reaching the next trash bin!