If the TARDIS were a stuff sack…I ordered three of these, along with some Amsteel loops. When the package arrived, it felt impossibly light. “Dang,” I thought to myself, “Dutch remembered the loops but forgot the sacks.” But when I opened it, there they were, folded—impossibly small—into mini zip bags. “Dang,” I thought, “these will never be big enough.” But as I pulled one out, it expanded miraculously into a sack possibly big enough for my hammock, but surely nothing else. “Dang,” I thought, “I might get the hammock in there, and probably the carabiners, but definitely not the tree straps.” But after I easily stuffed in my hammock, there was more space remaining than I could get my head around. “Dang,” I thought, “maybe Dutch really does know what he’s doing.” In went the carabiners. In went the tree straps. The cord locks cinched down smoothly. “Dang,” I thought, awed. The sack reclined plumply—and a tad smugly, it seemed to me—on the table, daring me to further insult its perfection. “Dang, Dutch” I thought. “You’re a bona fide wizard.” I’m off to order my fourth.
