It’s usually about 3 weeks out from a expedition like this that my OCD begins to kick into high gear.  The nightmares about arriving to the airport without my gear, or missing my flight all together start to play on repeat.  These are the times when I wish I was a master at meditation.  But i’m not… so to ease my mind I will sit up for hours on end, packing and unpacking, trying on, rolling and unrolling, folding and counting.  My usual theory of, “If I forget it i’ll just buy it there” isn’t really going to cut it on this trip.  Any suggestions outside of being committed would be welcome!