Every day at six in the morning Jeffrey would rise from his tent and stride through camp wearing-and I’m not making this up-red and white-striped silk pajamas. Who brought silk pajamas into the Sierra? Who, aside from Hugh Hefner, even owned silk pajamas? I’d never be the dude who stuffed his backpack with grooming gear, a hot-milk frother, and a full-size backgammon set. You need a compass, because I’m sure as hell not going to rely on my Casio to find the way, and a couple knives, because I’m always misplacing those things.