Now, personally I don't go in for backpacks, as they were considered highly unfashionable and even rather nerdly in my formative years, but I can't imagine walking around a park without my bright orange fanny pack, my cell phone, pager, and Palm organizer (with ride schedule and park layout available at the press of a stylus) hanging from the hemline of my Bermuda shorts, suspenders to keep those shorts up (what with all the gear hanging off - not unlike Batman's utility belt), and, of course, in case of unexpected rainstorms, my purple and yellow umbrella hat, sunscreen in my shirt pocket, digital camera and camcorder hanging off my neck, a towel tied around my right leg and a sweatshirt tied around my left, extra sweat socks cleverly worn outside my primary sweat socks, and finally my trusty Birkenstocks (one size too large to hold those two pairs of socks) to support my arches.
I find that this small set of accessories gets me through the day with nary a moment wasted trekking to the parking lot - except of course to get a new roll of film every hour or so.
And, naturally, all that practical and fashionable attire makes me nothing short of a major babe magnet in line. So it's all goodness.
-- Harley
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CP fan since 68.