Two years later, phase two of getting my gear organized is complete. A couple of case-beer boxes went to the recycle bin, and the extra room on the shelves now make the growlers more accessible and water bottles are no longer hiding in the dark.
There’s a bin for cooking gear and a separate one for eating needs/utensils, etc, all of which makes for easier packing when heading out on a road trip or multi-day hike, right?!
Why does it feel good when things seem to be in order when most of life seems to be chaos?
I guess that is why, isn’t it? The answer exists in the question.