Backpacking water filters are primarily a gimmick. A marketer’s dream. Take something in nature that is perfectly safe to drink 99.999% of the time and instead have people adopt, en masse, the common belief that they are going to get sick if they drink it without first running it through the contraption you want to sell.
Those of us who grew up drinking water straight from the source, and unfiltered, know better.
A woodsman’s water filter is not necessary nor useful most of the time. The only time they are necessary is when there is contamination close to where you are pulling the water from (if the contamination is not relatively close to where you’re pulling the water from, things in nature are already filtering the water for you).
This simple water filter here is perfection for the one time out of twenty that the water will be iffy and might need filtered. Simple, effective.
They’re selling them on Amazon here:
Delta Emergency Water Filter.... https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BQWNPL75?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share
Gettin’ outta the glorious rain in the glorious backcountry with my glorious dog
I found this video interesting as it relates to conversations we have about the true nature of things, what is really important and what is not, and how little importance some things have depending on the needs of the moment.
For example, this guy and his fellow soldiers, while being shot at would just dump their blankets - the blankets were totally unimportant to the immediate goal of staying alive. This meant later suffering, but at least they were alive.
I think about this sort of thing all the time when seeing guys building elaborate, beautiful shelters in the woods. When you’re hungry and lost, or simply traveling through the wilderness, nobody is going to care about building an elaborate shelter. You’re only going to care about conserving energy and using energy for only things that are absolutely necessary in any given moment.
This means sleeping under a rock outcrop, or a fallen tree, or just trying to get through the night under your sweater and some leaves you scrounge ...